The Fishing Trip

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    This is the first part of a story from the sometimes fertile, always twisted, mind of dollyanne. Dolly will continue if there is any interest.

    The Fishing Trip
    by dollyanne

    I love to fishsame as my dad before me and his dad before him. Its in the genes. My new bride, Tiffany, teases that I even like it better than sex. She says I have minnows in my veins. Not true. Sex is at least a tie, I tell her, and if I had minnows in my veins Id open up a bait shop. She laughs, but fact is, she knows Id dangle my little worm in front of her any day to try to reel in a beauty like her. Theres more to life than fishing you know.

    Shes the blue-blood, country club, daiquiri-sipping, golden-tanned bikini wearing sunbathe-by-the-pool type. But her daddys richan insurance big-whigand owns half the state of Connecticut. Her trust funds due when she turns 25only a year from nowand, since Im not stupid, she gets what she wants.

    And what she wants is to be pampered. Roughing it for her is a four-star hotel, down a notch from five. So when Tom called and said the Bass were biting on Lake Travis and lets make a weekend of it, it may sound odd that she was damn near packed before I could hang up the phone. But, fact is, Toms an M.D., gynecologist to be exact, first in his class at Hopkins. Weve been good buddies since grade school and shared everything, including women. He and Tiff dated for a year, but I aced him out with soft poetry and hard stock options in a tech startup. Being an old nerd isnt all bad, you know.

    Still, he claims half ownership of her. And I dont mind, and certainly Tiff doesnt mind. Were open as a couplewell, half open anyway. She fucks, and Im faithful. Guess that would make me a cuckold if we were married, and we soon will be, and I soon will be tooa cuckold that is, if we continue this way.

    Anyway, Tom gets the honors. He isnt that much bigger than memaybe an inch and a half or so, all right Ill give him two inches since we measuredbut its an important two inches because she says he touches her in all the right places. Hes got technique you might say. Well he should, hes a gynecologist, and since Tiff is multi-orgasmic, she claims that he sends her to heaven. For Tiff, I guess thats like having the run of a jewelry store on Rodeo Drive.

    So you can see why a fishing weekend with Tom is good for me and energizes her bunny batteries. I get to fish, she gets to fuck, and then I get her afterwards. Good for her and best of both for me. Not bad for an old guy like me.

    Except theres a hitch to this blisstheres this game she likes to play. And, of course, I go along. To make sure shes fresh for Tom and I dont spoil the goods, she locks me in a chastity deviceCB-2000 (the 3000 was too tight and chaffing for me)before we go. She thinks its fun. I have to wear it until Tom has his fillliterally. Usually its just a day and a night. Frustrating as hell that first night, cuddled up as I am next to her naked in the double-wide sleeping bag. But then its Katie bar the door as Tom and I share, same as weve done since high school. The teasing and denial up till then just pegs my lust meter to the max. When that happens even I can make her squeal for joy. And, in the woods by the lake where were going she can squeal all she wants. No one to hear but two horny guys and a mighty confused family of squirrels.

    #​

    After two hours on the road I almost drive my Toyota pickup past the entrance to the place. Its not obvious from the blacktop. Nothing more than a couple of tire-track ruts with foot-high grass growing down the middle like a Mohawk. Doesnt look like anyone has passed through recently.

    About a half a mile of driving in first gear through an obstacle course of twists and turns, rocks, stumps, and pot-holes, then crossing two small creeks, and putting some nasty scratches on the sides and top of the pickup from the new growth, we pull up to the site. Its in a grove of tall pines, called, appropriately enough, Pine Cove. Theres no sign of Tom yet, but were early.

    While I unload the pickup, Tiff sashays down to the edge of the lake, about fifty yards, to check out her sunbathing spot. She has to get her priorities straight you know. Meanwhile I set up camp with the tent, our sleeping bags, two large coolers with beer, wine, dogs, and burgers, all the fixins, my fishing tackle, and Coleman stove. I leave Tiffs two trunks full of clothesyes, thats right, TWO trunks. All I have is a duffle bag.

    My Tiff never travels light. Except shes walking to the lake right now with nothing on but a Wicked Weasel bikinishe loves themand one of my white t-shirts that barely covers her bubble butt. Go figure. In case I forgot to mention, shes 58, ex-model, long legs, and blonde hair down to her butt crack like Lady Godiva. Her hairs not natural thoughits really light brown to match her doe-brown eyesthe blonde is a model thingbut her 36Cs are as soft and sweet as natures own honey. And I should knowIve sampled both.

    #​

    Everythings set up and still no sign of Tom so we decide to turn in. We lay next to each other in the double sleeper, her in a flimsy pink babydoll nightie designed to turn on Tom, and me in my satin birthday pajamas, and of course, the damned CB. After rubbing her legs and brushing here and there against her I hear her breathing quicken.

    Its past midnight, Hon, I say. I dont think Toms gonna show tonight.
    She rolls over and presses her leg against me. No, she said. I guess not.
    I touch her thigh and gently stroke it, and we soon find ourselves kissing. I try to speak, make that plead, as we kiss. Maybe we shouldwe should
    Ill get the key, she says, and she slips out of the sleeping bag. Its in my purse in the truck.

    I watch her as she leaves the tent wearing nothing but the nightie and her flipflops. She looks like a painting framed in the entrance to the tent, Beautiful Girl in Nightie in the Moonlight.
    Thats when I decide to take the Viagra.

    Why, you say? Why not? Its not that I need it to get an erectionlord knows thats easy enough with Tiffany. No, I need it for staying power. Otherwise, Im a 30-second wonder. If theres one thing that turns Tiff on its a man with stamina. Well, eat your heart out, Tom. Wonder Boy is here.

    She pokes her head into the tent. Hon, have you seen my purse?
    No, I say, frowning. Could it be in one of the trunks?
    No. Ill bet I left it in the kitchen, she says, on the counter.
    We stare at each other for a minute.
    Im sorry, she says finally, and I can tell she means it.
    Damn, I say. Now what are we going to do?
    We could cut it off, she says.
    With what? All Ive gots a hunting knife and a hand ax. No way.
    Can you slip out of it?
    Hon Ive tried that. Believe me, I have. Im afraid not.
    Were stuck then, she says. I mean youre stuck, she corrects herself.
    I roll onto my back, close my eyes, and try to think of fishcatching fish, scaling fish, cleaning fishanything to get my mind off erections.
    I took a Viagra, I say, my eyes still closed, focusing on fish.
    Oh, no, HonIm so sorry. She touches my leg through the sleeping bag and my cock strains and twitches in its cage. She withdraws quickly.
    Ill get some ice, she says.

    Instead of cuddling with Tiffany in her nightie, I spend the night cuddling with a bag of ice. The night goes on forever and I dont sleep at all. When dawn breaks, Tiff is still asleep beside me, looking as snug and warm as an innocent angel tucked into in the sleeping bag. Meanwhile, my dick is frozen.

    I decide to go fishing.

    Big mistake! If only...but the world if full of if onlys. How could I have known we were camping on the sacred ground of a crazed motorcycle gang?

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    I liked your story alot dollyanne!!

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    Part II--The Fishing Trip

    Thank You, Mistress Michelle. Here is the next part of this tale:

    The Fishing Trip--Part II
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    The old fourteen-foot green-painted aluminum fishing boat with the little 3-horsepower trolling motor is tied to the dock. Same place it was last time we were here.

    Why is it that the fish are always biting on the other side of the lake, regardless of which side youre on? After trying around the dock and getting nothing I pull on the frayed cord and crank up the little 3 HP motor on the third try and cruise slowly to the other side of the lake. I try several brushy areas along the shore then finally see a school of fish in my fish finder about fifteen down right under the boat in some dead trees. Crappie I think.

    I set the depth of the line then nearly jump out of my skin when the damn cell phone rings! Guess I forgot to put it on vibrate. The ring comes from the tackle-box and I come close to tipping the boat over trying to get to it. Dont know why it is but a ringing phone is like a fire alarmsome urgent emergency that makes my heart race. Needless to say, the school of fish swim for their life. So much for that plan.

    Hello, I say with some irritation.
    Jerry, this is Tom. Guess youre probably wondering what happened to me.
    Tom! Im actually glad to hear his voice. Yeah, as a matter of fact, we were expecting you last night. What happened?
    WellI, uhgot involved in a poker game.
    Poker game?
    Yes, I had a hot night. You wouldnt believe the hands I was getting.
    Are you still coming?
    No, thats kinda what Im calling about. Theres something Iuhneed to tell you.
    What? You okay, Tom?
    Yesbutwell, Ill get right to the point. Jer, I lost Tiff in the poker game.
    What? You lost what? I cant believe my ears or maybe the reception is bad.
    I had three aces over kingsa full house. I had the pot locked up, Jer.
    Yeah? Im getting a hollow feeling in my stomach about now.
    But the pot was too rich, Jer, so as a lark, I bet Tiffany.
    Im thinking the reception is bad and I couldnt have heard what I just heard.
    You bet Tiffany? As a lark? What do you mean you bet Tiffany?
    Theres no way in hell I could lose, Jerwell I guess there was one way.
    You lost? You lost Tiffany? What do you mean? Shes not yours to lose, Tom? You cant justbet Tiffany.
    He had the other ace and one of the kingswellI guess you could say he had an ace high straight flusha Royal Flush in fact. It was one in a million, Jer.
    Tom, what do you mean you lost Tiffany? My rising voice is yelling now, probably scaring off every fish within a mile of me.
    Clints a cool guy, Jer. I checked him out. Hes in law enforcement of some kind. Anyway, hes a regular, a lot of the guys know him and Im sure Tiff will like him. Besides, I gave him some pointers.
    Pointers? What a minute, Tomwait a minute. Hold up here. What are you saying?
    Im saying Clints taking my place, JerI mean on the fishing tripand I guess with Tiff, that is if she and you want. He should be there today.
    Tom, this is absurd. Are you saying? Theres no way. You cant just bet Tiffany in a poker game. Shes my wife for chrissakes.
    I know, Jer. I didnt bet all of her, just my half interest. You know, weve always shared 50/50.
    Half interest?
    Anyway, Jer, Ive got to run, got an exam to do. Dont feel obligated. Just meet Clint, give him the once over and then the old heave-ho if you want. I told him there were no guarantees. Have a great weekend. Gotta run.
    Tom! I hear a click. Tom! DamnHe hung up!

    I slump on the center seat trying not to rock the boat. My wifepoker gameClintlaw enforcementTom gave him pointers. Damn! Is this really happening? We need to get out of this placenow.

    I jerk the lid on the tackle box and drag out a rusty pair of military binoculars. Theyve been in there for agesnever really had to use them. I look through them across the lake toward our dock. There she is! I see Tiff lying on a blanket on the grass slope to the left of the dock. She looks nude! But she cant be. I look again. Its her bikiniits so small I cant be sure, but I think shes wearing it. She is definitely topless though. No t-shirt, no top. I can damn sure tell that much.

    I move the binoculars up a little toward our campsite. Theres a second trucka jacked up monster jobnext to our Toyota. Clint! I yell to Tiff but she cant hear me.

    I grab the cell phone and try to call her. Her voice mail comes on. I realize her phone is probably hanging on her purse on the kitchen countera good hundred miles from here.

    Then I look through the binoculars again and see a man strolling as pretty as you please toward Tiff. He looks tall, dark and is wearing some kind of cowboy outfit with jeans and hat. Damn! Is this Clint? Hes got a swagger like a stud.

    He stops up short when he spots Tiff then moves forward and leans over and shakes her hand and tips his hat. Hes introducing himself! Shes topless! Is she nude too? She doesnt try to cover herself up.

    I wrap my fist around the starter cord on the motor and jerk it hard to crank it. It doesnt start. I pull even harder againand again. Still, no luck. I stand up and put everything I have into it. The old cord breaks sending me sprawling and nearly tipping over the boat.

    I get up and grab the binoculars and look again. Tiff is standing now with the blanket in front of her and they are talking. Still no t-shirt. I snatch up the paddle and jam it into the water and pull hard, then move to the other side and do the same. At this rate its going to take forever to get back across the lake.

    After getting a good glide going I put the paddle down and look through the binoculars again. I see Tiff and Clint walking back to the campsite together. She still looks nude and I know shes horny as hell. Theres something dangling from Clints hand? Her t-shirt? Her bikini? Damn!

    I throw down the binoculars and grab the paddle again and work like hell, trying not to think about it.

    #​

    It takes over an hour to reach the dock. My back feels like it has been pounded with a jackhammer and my arms are like rubber. I tie up the boat the best I can and drag myself up the hill and to the campsite feeling defeated.

    I cant believe Clints tentits twice the size of mine. Im wondering if everything of Clints is bigger than mine. His truck, his

    I see something hanging on a hook outside Clints tent. Her t-shirt and her bikini! I hear them talking. Shes in his tent with him! Nude! Damn!

    I charge over to the tent and fling open the flap. There she is, sitting on a mattress across from Clint dressed in white shorts and a blue top. She smiles. Then I look at Clint. Hes black! Dark black, muscular, shaved head, and a few inches taller than me I think.

    There you are, Hon. We were starting to worry about you, Tiff says, smiling.
    The starter cord broke, I say, gasping for breath. Had to row
    Clint rises part way up and extends his hand. Im Clint, he says. His voice is deep. You must be Jerry. Ive heard a lot about you.

    Ill bet, I think, as I shake his hand with no strength left in my arms. Hes probably thinking Im a wimp.

    Hope they were good things, I manage. Nice to meet you.
    Clints a sheriff, Tiff says, bouncing on her knees looking from me to him like shes impressed.

    I can read the signsshes going for him.

    Just a Junior Sheriff, Clint says smiling and showing two rows of white piano key teeth. Its not a big deal.
    You poor thing, Tiff says. You must be exhausted.
    Yes, I say. Had to row all the way back.
    Why dont you go lay down and Ill be there in a sec, she says.
    Okay, I say. Nice to meet you, Clint. I give a little wave. See you in a minute, Hon? I meant it as a question, but she doesnt reply.

    Back in our tent I undress and crash on the sleeping bag.
    I wake upmustve fallen asleepand feel groggy. Look at my watch. Been sleeping for two hours!

    Im hearing moans and squeals coming in rhythmic waves from nearby. Must be dreaming. I roll over and stretch my arm out. No Tiff!

    Damn! I spring upright. The sounds are rising to a crescendo, the final long low moan and oh, God that Tiff says when she is coming. I slump back down. Maybe at least I can get some sleep now.

    Then it starts again. The quick breathless ahs and oohs. Theyre doing it again! I lift up the flap and peer out. Its an eerie sight. They look like a shadow puppet show in Clints tent. Only its Tiffmy wifeand Clint. And from the way the shadows are moving it looks like theyre going through all the positions of the kama sutra.

    Im getting hard, or trying to, through my chastity. I drop the flap and try to think about fish again. Then I hear another peak oh, yes! moment from Tiff. God, youre good, she says.

    Yeah, I think. With Toms tipsof course hes good. A midget would be good.



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    Very nice dollyanne, you are quite talented!! Please continue :)

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    The Fishing Trip--Part III

    Thank You, Mistress Michelle, for the kind words of encouragement. It means a lot to dollyanne. Here's the next part:

    The Fishing Trip--Part III
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    I wake up the next morning to sounds of motors, like lawnmowers speeding up and slowing down, getting closer.

    The sunlight's coming through an opening in the tent flap and Im lying there nude, except for my chastity. Mustve been a hot night. At least somebody was perspiring, I think. I try to shut out the images of Clint tweaking, licking, and rubbing on Tiffs sensitive nipples, but they're still rolling around in my mind.

    Feeling groggy and sore I close my eyes and stay still trying to make out the sound. Motorcycles, I think. That could be the sound of motorcycles making their way through the pot holes and creeks on the dirt road. But it couldnt be. Theres no motorcycles out here. Who knows about this place?

    Then I remember the dirt bike in the back of Clints truck. Must be him, I think, out riding.

    Suddenly, my tent flap flies open and theres a figure backlit by the sunlight. I shield my eyes. Tiff, is that you?

    Sorry about this, Jerry.

    Its Clint. He pulls me by the ankles, then grabs my shoulders and flips me over like Im nothing more than a bag of foam. He holds my wrists together then I hear a metal clink and he handcuffs me!

    Clint! I say. What

    Cant risk you messing up this operation, he says.

    W-what operation? I try to say as he stuffs a cloth into my mouth then a ball-gag of some kind that he tightens around my head.

    No time to explain now, Jerry. Theyre coming.

    Whos coming, I try to say through the gag but it comes out like a double moan.

    He ties my arms together with rope just above the elbows.
    I grunt again, trying to say something.

    These guys are bad, Jerry. I wouldnt make any noise if I were you. Tiffany could get hurt. You too. You hearing me?

    I grunt, wondering what the hell hes talking about.

    Wheres your clothes, Jerry? he asks, as if he expected me to answer while trussed up like a pig.

    Whats this? he says, flicking my chastity with his finger. Tom didnt tell me she kept you locked up.

    I try to say something, but only a muffled grunt makes it out.

    Better cover it, he says, looking around the tent.

    This is perfect, he says, holding up a pair of Tiffs yellow lace panties. He slides them on my legs and covers up my chastity. In case they discover you, youll be the kinky husband, he says. Then he laughs. Itll be the truth.

    He takes out another pair of cuffs and puts them on my ankles, clicking them shut, then working like a rodeo rider tying a calf in record time, he ties the ankle cuffs to the handcuffs so I am hogtied on my side.

    The motorcycle noise sounds like its just outside our campsite.

    No time to cover you, Jerry. Remember, keep quiet. And if they find you, youre the perverted husband who likes to watch his pretty white wife get black fucked. Okay?

    Black fucked, I think. What the? But I cant speak. I try to say what the fuck through the gag, but only desperate grunts come out.

    Good, he says. Should be easy.

    Yeah, I think. Easy for him to say. Im the one whos tied up, not him.

    He leaves the tent and Im handcuffed, hogtied and gagged on the sleeping bag nude except for Tiffs fancy-lace yellow panties over my CB. I raise my head and strain to listen.

    The motorcycle engines turn off.

    Hey bros, I hear Clint say. Youre late. The funs already started.


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    You're killing Me.....get Me all in to each segment and then stop again, naughty dollyanne, you are a tease!! Hurry up silly girl and continue.

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    The Fishing Trip--Part IV

    Thank You, Mistress Michelle! Dolly apologizes for the weird breaks in the story. There's a 10K word limitation for each posting and dolly is having to break in strange places. And, yes, dolly admits to being a bit of a tease.:angel: Anyway, here is the next section to keep You going for a little bit at least until dolly can type out the next part:

    The Fishing Trip--Part IV
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    What fun, I think? What the fucks he talking about?

    You Clint? I hear a male voice say.

    Right, Clint says.

    Nice to make your acquaintance, Clint, the voice says. Im Nick and my partner heres called Weed. Thats cause hes always got some, dont cha Weed Nick laughs and I hear a slapping sound like hes slapping Weed on the back. Youll find that out later though when we get this party goin for real, Nick says.

    I try to scoot myself over to the tent flap so I can roll onto my knees. This isnt going to be easy.

    Wheres Jack? Clint asks.

    Jack couldnt make it this trip, Nick says. Hell be here next go round.

    Just as long as we can make the deal, Clint says. You guys talk for him, right?

    No problemo Clint-ee-oo. Were all certified and duly authorized. Nick laughs.

    Good, Clint says.

    Whatcha got goin here, Clint? Nick asks. Whats with the two tents? Thought youd be alone with the bitch. Anyone lurking around we should know about?

    Im next to the tent flap now. If I can roll over, balance on my knees, I can nudge the flap open with my nose. I hear a low whistle coming from Nick, I think.

    OooooWeeee, whatve we got here, Clint? This the bitch? Your entrance fee?

    Damn! They must see Tiffany. I struggle harder to get on my knees, but its not happening. I need something to lean against. I scoot toward the side of the tent by the flap. Maybe I can use the tent to hold me up.

    Yeah, Clint says. This heres Tiffany.

    Hi guys, Tiff says, a little too flirty I think.

    Back at you, Nick says.

    Then I hear Weed speak for the first time. Yeaha hot white piece. He laughs, more like some kind of obscene pig like snorting sound.

    Im next to the side of the tent now and if I can just brace myself I think I can get on my knees.

    Whats with the ring? Nick asks. You two hitched?

    Tiffs wedding ring! Cost me a small fortune. She wears it everywhere.

    Sort of, Clint says. Shes mine when I want her, arent you, baby?

    Yes, Tiff says, Im Clints cunt.

    Am I hearing what I think Im hearing? Clints cunt?

    Nice, Nick says. Your own private married white slut. Jack said you were wantin to join up. Guess you know that means sharing dont you? Youd like that, wouldnt you, honey?

    This is clearly getting out of hand. I try harder to brace myself against the side of the tent without making a commotion. Im almost there

    Maybe, Tiff says. But thats up to Clint.

    Maybe? What the fuck's Tiff saying? These guys are bikers for chrissakes.
    Im on my knees now, braced against the side. I lean forward and nudge the flap with my nose to get it open. Theres a crack with light coming through. I see Clint and Tiff with their arms around each others waist. Tiffs in her skimpy bikini! Nick and Weed are still sitting on their motorcycles leering at Tiff. They are both black too!

    How bout hubby? Nick says. Is he around?

    I start teetering back and forth trying desperately to keep my balance, but I lose it. I fall forward crashing through the tent opening, landing in a pile of pine needles on my nose.

    Tiff shrieks, Nick jumps off his bike, but Clints voice is calm. Actually, heres hubby, now, he says. Guys, Id like you to meet Tiffanys perverted hubby, Jerry.


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    I knew the stupid ass wouldnt stay in the tent like he was told to!! LMAO!!!

    Hope to see more when I return home this afternoon :)

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    Part V--The Fishing Trip

    Here's the next section just for You, Mistress Michelle. Dolly hopes You enjoy it and are having a nice day! Curtsey.

    The Fishing Trip--Part V
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    Nick’s standing over me with his filthy black leather boots inches from my face. He smells like 2-week-old dirty laundry. I think the ball gag saved me from breaking my nose and the tent flap broke my fall.

    “What the fuck is this?” Nick says.

    When I raise my head I see a Luger in Nick’s belt.

    Clint swings my knees around and pulls me the rest of the way out of the tent.

    “Grab the other end,” he says to Nick. “Let’s put him on the table.”

    Nick takes my shoulders, Clint gets my knees, and they carry me over and deposit me on top of the picnic table on my belly.

    Nick slaps my panty-covered ass hard.

    “What’s this?” he says. “This dude’s wearing panties?”

    Clint moves around so he’s directly in front of me. He glares at me hard like I have messed up and he isn’t one bit happy about it.

    “Like I said, he’s the perverted hubby,” he says, still staring at me. It seems to me he’s trying to communicate something with his eyes.

    Tiff comes over to Clint’s side and he puts his arm around her like she’s his!

    “You okay, honey,” she says reaching out to touch me. But Clint grabs her arm and pulls it back.

    I grunt and nod my head the best I can, trying to say yes and untie me all at the same time.

    “He likes to watch his wife get fucked by other men,” Clint says. “Especially black men.” He stares at me. “Ain’t that right, Jerry?”

    I look at him for guidance. His jaw is set like he would bite my head off if I gave the wrong answer, assuming I could answer, of course. All I could do was grunt and nod, hoping that it sounded like a yes.

    “That true, doll?” Nick says to Tiff. “Your hubby here likes to watch you fuck Afros?”

    I see Clint pinch Tiff’s side when she hesitates.

    “Yes,” she says finally in a low voice. “He does.”

    “It turns him on,” Clint says. “He’d probably like nothing better than for us to all fuck her like a whore here and now.”

    “Daaayaaam,” Weed says, getting off his bike. “Let’s do it.” He walks over to Tiff and grabs her arm.

    Clint knocks him away.

    “Not now,” he says, pulling Tiff to him. “She’s mine.

    “Maybe when the deal’s done, we can party,” Nick says. “Sissy hubby here could watch.”

    “Maybe,” Clint says. “First, we got to deal.”

    “Jack’s gonna shit when he hears about this,” Nick says, slapping my ass again. “Might help close the deal, though. You got the stuff?”

    “It’s here,” Clint says. “Tell Jack we can close the deal right here—tonight. Then we can party.”

    “The Night-Hogs do love a good party,” Nick says, ogling Tiff standing there practically nude in a Wicked Weasel bikini. “Give us a taste,” he says, smiling at Tiff like she was a piece of candy.

    “Yeah, show us some booby baby,” Weed chimes in.

    Tiff looks up at Clint as if to ask him what to do.

    “Hell, they’re hanging out already,” Nick says.

    “All right,” Clint says. “But this is all you get until the deal’s done.” He turns to Tiff. “Show them, baby, give’em a flash.”

    Tiff hesitates, then pulls up her tiny top to flash her nipples like she’s trying to collect beads at Mardi Gras.

    Damn! It looks like Tiff will do whatever Clint asks. Maybe that’s part of the plan, for him to show them he controls her—totally. I think I’m starting to catch on I think.

    “OooooWeeee,” Nick says. “You are fine shit, baby. Turn around and bend over. Let’s see that ass.”

    Tiff looks at Clint. I detect a signal of “please don’t make me” in her eyes.

    “Do it,” Clint says. “But this all you get for now, guys.”

    Tiff looks frightened but turns around and bends over anyway.

    “Grab your ankles, baby,” Clint says. “Might as well give them the full treatment.”

    “Yeah, that looks good,” Nick says, leering at her like Tiff is a cut of filet at the butcher counter. “Jack’s gonna love this cunt.”

    “That’s some good ass,” Weed says followed by his pig-like snort.

    I can’t believe my Tiff is on display like this for these grungy bikers—black bikers at that. Her legs are stretched and firm and her ass is round and tight from her sessions on the exercycle. She looks ravishing and even I am getting hard in my chastity.

    Nick and Weed are both salivating. I don’t know what kind of deal they have going but if Tiff’s the prize I would be willing to bet that, after this display, they're going to want to get it done quick.


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    Jeez !! This is a great story dollyanne !
    Descriptive setting, great dialogue, interesting characters, the plot is moving along very nicely. I can easily visualize the scene and the characters, and I think I know what Clint really does. All due to your impressive writing talent and skills.
    Have you been holding out on us ? This seems to me to be the work of a professional writer.
    Please keep it coming.

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    If this were a book I wouldnt put it down till I was finished with it!!
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    Part VI--The Fishing Trip

    That is very high praise indeed! Thank You, Mistress Michelle. Dolly would post it all if she could, but it is written out in longhand and has to be typed in a little at a time. And thank you, kinkish for the kind comments! A professional writer! Wow! That made dolly proud. Dolly hopes the rest of the story lives up to the expectations of both of you. Curtsey.

    The Fishing Trip--Part VI
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    The sounds of the motorcycle engines are fading as Nick and Weed wind their way back to the main road. Once in a while an engine revs-up like its pulling a load. I grunt to get Clints attention, but hes holding Tiff by the waist and not looking at me.

    That was great, baby, he tells her in a whisper. Just like we talked about. Were you scared?

    I wonder why hes whispering and I grunt again but no one moves.

    A little, Tiff says.

    He puts his fingers to her lips. Shhh, he says. Quieter, baby.

    Those guys were fierce looking, she says, talking low.

    Its not over yet, he says. Weve got to give them a show.

    Tiff raises her eyebrows and her voice goes up a notch. A show?

    Yes, Clint says, putting his fingers to her lips again. He is speaking so low now I can barely hear him. Hear them gunning their bikes? They might be trying to fool us while checking us out with binoculars, and I think Weed had a pair.

    Tiff glances toward the road. You think

    Just follow my lead, he says quietly. He swings her head around and plants a kiss on her lips. She kisses back and the kiss gets wetter and more passionate as Clint nudges her backward toward the tent.

    I grunt and moan several times like a version of desperate Morse code, but they are in another world.

    When they reach the tent entrance I think Tiff removes his shirt and puts her hand on his crotch, but Im straining to see behind me.

    I grunt loader now, but I dont think they would hear dynamite going off let alone my muffled pleadings. I hear plenty though. Familiar noises, shrieks, oohs and ahs, quick intakes of breath, balls slapping against ass sounds like last night. Theres no doubt they are fucking in Clints tent and theres no way anybodys going to see that through binoculars.

    They finally finish after what seems like an hour. Maybe it wasnt but when youre gagged and hogtied lying on a picnic table in a chastity and panties in plain sight listening to your beautiful wife getting fuckedwell, lets just say time passes slowly.

    They are still for a few minutes then I see a movement. Its Clint, totally naked. His abs are ripped like a washboard. Hes limp but still hung like a fat cucumber, and theres white stuff on his black cock. Cum! What about the condoms? Im grunting loudly now. Tiff, what about the condoms? Then I remember, Tiff kept the condoms in her pursethe one that she left behind on the kitchen counter. Clint was fucking her bareback!

    Damn! Clint says. We totally forgot about you, sissy boy. Give me a minute.

    He closes the tent flap then emerges again dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. There is no sign of Tiff. He goes to the truck and rummages around in back, pulling something out. Its a dog collar and leash! Theres no dog around here is there? He comes over to me.

    Okay, sissy, lets get you ready.

    He buckles the collar around my neck and the leash dangles down to the table. Then he unties the ropes keeping me hog-tied and removes the ankle cuffs. The gag stays and Im still handcuffed behind my back.

    There, he says, turning toward the tent. Come here and grab the leash, baby. Were going to take sissy hubby for his nature walk.

    Tiff comes ducking through the door of the tent dressed in a black leather mini, pink high-heeled flip-flops and her pink t-shirt with little red hearts. She looks hot, like she does after shes well fucked. Her face is flushed and her neck and collarbone are red.

    He leads us through the woods down a worn path, Tiff leading me with the leash, me still dressed in Tiffs panties, gagged and cuffed. My bare feet hurt when I step on pine cones and exposed roots. We stop in front of a small waterfall.

    Clint looks at me to get my attention. We can talk here but talk quietlyokay Jerry? They might still be listening. He removes my gag. Since Im still cuffed, I try not to show my anger but I cant help it. I blurt out anyway.

    Whats this sissy stuff? Whats going on, Clint? What were you and Tiff doing in there? Whats the deal you keep talking about? Who are those guys? Who are you, really. Why?

    Hold on, Jer, he says. Let me handle these one at a time.

    This better be good, I say defiantly.

    These guys are more sophisticated then they look, he says. They planted a listening device under the picnic table.

    But how? Tiff tries to break in.

    There may be others, Clint says, that I havent found yet. Weve got to be careful what we say around camp. He looks around as if to make sure no one is listening. Theyre watching us from across the lake. I saw a glint in a grove of treesprobably a telephoto lens.

    They have a camera? I ask. Theyre taking pictures?

    Probably, Clint says. Theyre just checking me out. Theyre very careful. Thats why we havent caught them in two years. Weve lost two good agents.

    Drug agents? I say. Youre a drug agent?

    I cant discuss that, he says. Lets just say we want these guys real bad.

    The poker game, I say. It was rigged?

    Yes, I infiltrated the game over a year ago and was waiting for the right situation. Tom bragged about you guys, and at the right moment, when he was tapped out, I switched the deck. Wasnt hard. He turns and looks at Tiff. He bet Tiff, and here we are.

    How did you know he would bet me? Tiff asks.

    Didnt, but I prodded him and stroked his ego. Said a stud like him just had to have something really juicy to add to the pot. So, he added you.

    I dont know whether to be flattered or mad, she says.

    Dont blame Tom, baby, he says. He didnt think he could lose and he didnt know he was conned. Still doesnt.

    So whats the plan, I say, Now that were here. Can you remove these cuffs?

    Cant do that, he says. Not yet. Weve got to role-play a little longer.

    What the hell am I supposed to be, I ask, a prisoner?

    Sort of, he says, looking at me with a smile. Youre my slave.

    Your slave? What the?

    Actually, youre a slave to both of usme and Tiff. You need to stay bound.

    Hes my slave too? Tiff says with a giggle, tugging on my leash.

    Yes. Heres the rules. Remember, theyre watching and listening. They want to hear me training youboth of you. He turns to me. Youll call me Master or Sir. Think you can do that?

    Yes, I say. Of course I

    Yes what? he says.

    Yes, Sir, Master Sir, I say.

    Dont get cute, he says. Cuteness will get us killed. Master or Sir will do. Make it genuine.

    Yes, Sir, I say more seriously, remembering the Luger in Nicks belt.

    And youll call her, Mistress.

    Tiff giggles. I like it, she says. Mistresssounds regal.

    Clint smiles at her. Dont get too regal, girl. He may be your slave, but you are my slave.

    Tiff looks at him, her eyes wide. Your slave?

    You will do as I say and answer to bitch, slut, whore, cunt, or whatever else I call you when were in camp. We want it to sound good.

    Wait a minute, I say. This doesnt

    Heres the deal, he says. He looks at me, then at Tiff. You two are my captured white couplemy entry fee to the gang. Its part of the initiation. A kind of weirdness that Jack likes.

    Tiff looks at him puzzled. Initiation?

    They think theyre going to party with you, Tiff, as the main attraction. Then you become my old lady, or else a mama, which is what they would wantcommon property to the gang, tattooed on the left butt cheek and all: Property of the Night-Hogs

    Damn, I say. This is weird. No waywere getting out of here now.

    No can do, he says. Theyll grab you on the road and youll end up at the bottom of the lake, after they rape you both, of course. He pauses for a reaction. Besides, itll never get that far. When they assemble here for the party, thats when we grab them.

    Whos going to grab them, I ask. Not us I hope.

    Its another department. I signal, they move in and drop the net.

    Another department? Tiff asks. Why? Where?

    We have a leak, he says. Had to go outside. Dont worry, these guys are good.

    Where the heck are they, I say. Are they watching us too?

    No, that would spook them. Theyll come in by chopper and speed boat. These scumbags wont know what hitem.

    I look at Tiff and she looks at me as if to ask how did we get ourselves into this mess.

    Okay, he says. Lets get started. He puts his hand around Tiffs waist and kisses her hard on the mouth. Grab sissy hubbys leash, bitch. Were going to put on a show.

    We walk back, his arm around Tiff, his big hand cupping the bottom of her breast, and me stumbling behind wearing panties, chastity, gagged, with my hands handcuffed behind my back. If anyones watching theyre getting quite a show. And it will only get better, or worse, depending on whether you're us or them.


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    Part VII--The Fishing Trip

    Here comes part of the "show". Curtsey.

    The Fishing Trip--Part VII
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    Back at camp Clint stops in the open between the picnic table and the tents. Anyone watching from across the lake has a clear view, and anyone listening can hear everything. He looks at me and winks. “Kneel slave,” he says, pointing to the ground.

    “Yes, Sir,” I say. My hands are still cuffed behind me so I squat and then fall forward on my knees in the pine needles by the picnic table.

    He turns to Tiff, puts his hands on her shoulders and pushes her down to her knees. “Suck me, slut,” he says, as if she does this every day.

    Tiff doesn’t hesitate. “Yes, Master,” she says, and she unsnaps his jeans.
    “Lose the top, bitch,” he says, looking over at me and smiling.
    “Yes, Sir.” She pulls her top over her head and tosses it toward the tents. I notice that she tosses it to his tent, not mine.

    Tiff’s nipples poke out nearly an inch and I can tell from the redness on her upper chest that she is turned on. I’m trying to concentrate to keep from straining in my chastity.

    She pulls his jeans down past his boney knees. He’s not wearing any underwear and his cock is semi-rigid already. It takes two hands for her to hold it and I estimate that he is a good two or three inches bigger than Tom—thicker too.

    Tiff works on him like an alley whore. She licks his balls, runs her tongue the full length of his cock, kisses and sucks the tip and slides her lips down the shaft three or four inches, as far as she can go without deep throating him. I’m mesmerized by how sensuous she is.

    He moans. “That’s it slut. Suck me like the whore you are. Suck me good.”

    She looks up at him and then does something truly amazing. She slides her lips down his shaft as far as she can, then goes farther! She’s trying to deep throat him!

    She manages to get another inch or so before she gags and has to pull off. A long string of saliva stretches in an arc between her lips and his cock tip as she gags and coughs. Damn if she doesn’t look up at him as if to apologize.

    “You’ll learn, cunt,” he says. You’d better get some more practice before the party. The Hogs like a good deep-throating cum-swallowing cock whore.” He looks at me and smiles. “You learning anything, sissy?” he says. “We’re going to have to lipstick you up so you can help out. Some of the Hogs don’t care who sucks their cock, long as it’s done right. And, if you don’t do it right, there’s always your pussy ass.”
    “B-but—” I start to protest, then remember the listening device. I can see it from where I’m kneeling—a black hockey-puck shaped plastic box with a cord taped to the underside of the table. Clint was right.
    “What was that, slave?”
    “Yes, Sir,” I say with a wink. “I’ll help out if she needs me too.”

    Of course I’m hoping there is no party except the kind involving handcuffs and leg irons.

    “That’s the spirit, sissy. Be right back. Open your mouth wide and hold that pose.”

    He slides off his pants and walks to the truck—nude. He grabs something from the toolbox and brings it back to me. A black dildo!

    “Open up,” he says. “You need to be practicing too.”

    I do as he says and he slips the tip of the life-like dildo into my mouth to the back of my throat. I take about three, maybe four, inches of it, but a least five inches is hanging out.

    “Suck on that,” he says. “Lather it up good, work your tongue on it, and don’t let it fall out.” He grins. “If you do, I’ll have to whip you. No teeth marks either—understand?”

    I nod and make a muffled “Yes, Sir” sound.

    While I tongue the dildo with saliva dripping down my chin, he goes back to Tiff who is still kneeling with her mouth submissively open. He sticks his dick into it.

    “Do it again, bitch. Relax your throat. I want to see you go another inch this time. We’re going to make a deep throat whore out of you yet.”

    She does it again and gags again, but goes farther. Saliva and precum dribble from her nose and chin, and her lipstick smears to her ears, but after half a dozen tries she gets within an inch of taking the whole thing.

    I am actually proud of her, but I wonder how this is going to affect us. She can already take all of me since I am too small to even reach her throat. Will she develop a craving to show off her new skill on big cocks? I’m afraid I know the answer to that.

    “Oh, yeah,” he says. “I’m going to come now baby. You swallow it all. Gobble it up like whip cream, like a cum-starved whore, bitch.”

    She nods and garbles a “Yes, Master” reply. His ass-cheeks tighten and he thrusts forward hard while holding the back of her head. She grabs his wrists and struggles, but she somehow manages to swallow nearly all of it.
    He wipes his wet cum-coated cock across her face then grabs her long hair and pulls her to him.

    “Clean it,” he says. “So I can fuck your ass like a whore.”
    When she is done he tells her to stand up, remove her shorts, bend over and grab her ankles. “The Hogs favorite position,” he says. “Buck naked and bent over. You need to get used to it.”

    To my astonishment, she does as he says, no protest, no fuss. She just strips off her shorts and top, gets naked, and bends over and grabs her ankles. Damn--he’s got some kind of spell on her.

    He comes over to me, naked, his limp cock swinging like a meaty black sausage. He reaches down, and takes hold of the dildo to remove it. I’m relieved.

    “Open up,” he says. “Relax your throat.”
    And, instead of removing it, he presses it down until it touches the back of my throat. He keeps pressing until my eyes pop out and I gag.
    “Again,” he says.
    “You can do it, hon,” Tiff says from her bent over position.

    I think he gets an inch in, but that’s all. My throat can’t take it without choking.

    “We’ll try again later, sissy boy,” he says, removing it. “You probably need to practice on the real thing.”

    While I cough and try clearing my throat he goes back to Tiff, slaps her ass and rubs her pussy lips with his fingers. She moans. “Go get on top of the bed, slut. Spread your legs and present yourself. You know the position, I’ll be there in a minute.”

    She knows the position? What’s going on here? I think we need to talk—now. “Master, I say,” in a whisper. “Can we go for a walk?”

    “Need to relieve yourself, do you, sissy?” He grins. “Sure, let’s go.”

    He slips on his shorts, lifts me by the arms, seizes my leash and leads me down the path. I stumble a few times, but he keeps jerking the leash to keep me upright. When we reach the waterfall, I’m out of breath.

    “All right, Jerry, what is it?”
    “I, uh ... don’t know ... don’t know ... if all this is necessary,” I say, gasping for air.
    “What do you mean, Jerry? Things are going well. Do you think we haven’t convinced them?”
    “No,” I say. “I’m sure they’re convinced. It’s just that … well … this seems a little extreme. Do we need to go this far? To convince them I mean.”
    He looks away as if disgusted, then turns to me. “I was wondering if we were going far enough, Jerry. These are nasty guys. You don’t know what they’re capable of. I need them to accept me as one of them. I think we’ve got them hooked. Yes, this is necessary.”
    I can’t stand it anymore and I blurt out what I’m thinking. “B-but, we don’t know … don’t know you. Do you have any proof, any ID, that shows who you are?”
    He shakes his head and smiles. “Jerry, I don’t believe this. You think I’d be carrying ID out here with these guys lurking around. That would be pure suicide. Think about it. We can’t blow this thing now. Not after two years of work, and two good men murdered. I’m not going to let that happen.”
    He grips the leash and pulls me to him, hard. “If you’re not with me Jerry, I need to know—now.”
    I can see the fire of anger in his eyes. “I’m with you,” I say, trying to defuse the situation. After all, my hands are still cuffed. “I was just wondering, that’s all. Just wondering if you had any proof. You know. You can’t blame me, can you?”
    He relaxes the leash. “No, I guess not,” he says. He seems to think for a minute, then says, “Tell you what, Jerry, I’ll give you proof, okay?”
    I nod.
    “I’ll show you the signaling device that’s going to bring the calvary. Will that convince you?”
    “I guess …”
    He jerks the leash again. “You guess? This is serious Jerry. I’m taking a big chance here. We’ve got these guys and I’m not going to let them get away. They’ve done that too many times. These bastards are cop killers, rapists …” He spits on the ground. “I want these scumbags.” He turns to me. “If I show you, will you be convinced, you damn sissy?”
    “Yes,” I say, trying to sound convinced.
    “Yes, what,” he says, pulling on the leash.
    “Yes, Sir,” I say, like I’m talking to an army drill sergeant.

    He leads me stumbling down another path toward the camp until we reach a massive pine stump. He puts his finger to his lips, then reaches down and sticks his hand into a hole that wasn’t there before. A piece of bark flaps out of the way and he pulls out a military-looking device like an old battlefield radio.

    “This is it,” he whispers. “Range, five miles. Push this button here and the sky falls on us, Jerry. It sends them a distress signal and our GPS coordinates.”

    I try to get a closer look at the device, but he quickly puts it back into the stump and turns to me with a serious face.

    “Jerry, I’m going to be honest with you now.”


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    Nice way to wake up and enjoy a cup of coffee, although I hope I dont have to wait till tomorrow morning for the next chapter LOL
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    Part VIII--The Fishing Trip

    Thank You, Mistress Michelle. Coffee with kink! Better than milk and cinnamon buns! Sorry for the late post. Had family visiting today. Curtsey.

    The Fishing Trip--Part VIII
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    I dont say anything, but now Im wondering what the hell he means. Hasnt he been honest with me before?

    Do you know why they want a couple--especially a newlywed couple?

    No, I

    Its not so they can fuck you and use you as a cocksucker, though they certainly will, but they could care less about forcing that on you. Its so they can use you both against each other, to get you to cooperate. They want happy sex toys, happy members of the gang.

    Happy? What do you mean?

    What would you do if they said they were going to cut Tiffanys fingers off, say one by one? How many fingers would it take before you gave in and agreed to whatever they asked?

    Cut off her fingers? They wouldnt

    Oh, yes they would, Jerry. You can count on it. They like to cut off at least one, usually the little finger, even if you agree to cooperate. They want to be sure. They want to show you they mean business. And, they wont hesitate to do another and another until youre begging to do whatever they want, begging them to fuck your bride, begging them to let you suck their cocks and fuck your sissy ass. And, believe me, you will beg, Jerry.

    This is is awful, I say, my voice shaking.

    Yes, he says, It is, but it works. And, you know the worst part, you know how theyll get Tiff to cooperate? They dont do fingers for you, Jerry. They go straight to the vital parts. They cut off one of your nuts. And, believe me, if I know Tiff, shell agree to anything right there. If she doesnt, theyll take the other onetheyre going to do it anyway before the nights over. But, as sure as you standing there like a sissy in Tiffs yellow panties, Jerry, Tiff will beg like a whore to let her suck their cocks, to fuck her pussy, her ass, her mouth, whatever they want. And, shell do a good job, Jerry. You know why? Because on her first slip up they take your other ballcastrate you totally. And you know shell slip up, you can count on it. Then, they threaten to go for your dick on her next slipup. Think shell slip up again? Huh, Jerry?

    My mouth is hanging open. I cant believe I heard what I just heard. I can barely get the words out. I glance around at the forest, half expecting crazed bikers to come crashing through the trees yelling like wild Indians, wielding tomahawks, coming to cut my nuts off to hang on their clubhouse wall.

    No, no I dont

    Well, it doesnt matter. They will turn you into a woman anyway before its over, Jerry. These guys dont use kid gloves. They are the meanest motherfuckers youll ever meet in this life or beyond.

    I feel like bolting and running as fast as I can through the woods, but Im handcuffed in panties, and he has my leash. I cant move. His voice speeds up, hes on a roll now. I really dont want to hear any more, but he cant stop himself, and what I want doesnt matter.

    If they feel like it, theyll have your teeth pulled and your tongue pierced permanently to make you into the best cocksucker ever, Jerry. Theyll put you on hormones, replace your puny dick with a vagina, addict you to coke, and turn you out. You and Tiffll fuck and suck until youre used up, burned out druggie whores. Then, theyll sell you to a Mexican whorehouse so you can do it all over again. Whiteys like you and Tiff are in big demand.

    I practically jump out of my skin when he yanks hard on my leash. Do you want that, Jerry? Do you want that for Tiffany?

    My mind is reeling. His words have no connection to any reality I know. I try to listen for bird sounds, rabbits hopping, crickets--anything to bring me back to Gods green earth. No, I

    Theyll do the same for Tiff, Jerry. Shell become a toothless, tongue pierced drugged out alley whore willing to fuck and suck anything and everything, including mangy dogs and ponies. They love that shit, Jerry. Is that what you want?

    This cant be real. Cant be. I want to close my ears and scream my way out of this nightmare, go curl up with Tiff, or even a bag of ice. Anything would be better than the picture he's painting. No, no, its not, I say, shivering now, feeling cold, thinking about the ice.

    Then youd better hope that button works, Jerry. Because if it doesnt, you and Tiff will become alley whores tonight. You understand me?

    Yes, Sir, I say, finally getting it right. Maybe because hes scaring the wits out of me and hes giving me a ton of worry about Tiff. My voice quavers. Does Tiff all this does Tiff know?

    Yes, Jerry. Why do you think shes so cooperative? I told her what would happen, why its important to cooperate now. By cooperating now, it may convince them they dont need to cut off her fingers, or castrate you in front of her to get what they want.

    At this, I feel somehow oddly relieved, though it is short lived.

    But as sure as night follows day, Jerry, as sure as the moon is in the sky, if I know these bastards, they might not cut off her fingers, but they probably will castrate you before the night is out. Unless youre really really convincing.

    Ive totally lost it now. I have no words. I might as well be a deaf mute. I uh

    He tugs my leash firmly. So, what do you say, sissy boy. Are you going to cooperate now?

    Yes yes, Sir, I say, finally. And, I mean it.


    To be continued...?
     
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    I think I read too fast, I'm not done with My coffee yet :(
    I'm an impatient Mistress dollyanne, and also a very curious One LOL, could you please tell Me how far along we are in this story. I wonder why Clints not afraid of having his fingers loped off or of being castrated Hummmmm.........

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    Part IX--The Fishing Trip

    The story's about 2/3 through, Mistress Michelle. It should be close to 20,000 words when it's all typed in. It may qualify as a novella or at least be close! There's about nine hand-written pages still to type. Dolly's handwriting is dainty so a lot can fit on a page. The next page is below. If you prefer, dolly can wait and type it all in before making another post (actually a series of posts, since they won't fit into one). It would take a few days. Curtsey.

    The Fishing Trip--Part IX
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    When we get back to camp its quiet, and Im looking forward to resting as much as I can in my condition. Thats when the sky falls.

    Bright lights blind us, smoke bombs explode, and shadowy figures run toward us from behind the trees. They knock me down. Clint decks a couple of them, but theres too many. They have stun guns. Clint goes down. After a struggle they cuff him. I look up from the dirt and see the boots. Nick!

    Surprise! Nick says. He kicks Clint in the ribs. Thought youd trick us didnt you, you bastard? He kicks him again. The jokes on you, dumbass.

    Another figure comes crashing through the trees like a hippo. I got it, he says. He holds something up and someone shines a light on it. The radio! Clint sees it too and tries to speak.

    How did?

    Meet Skinny, scumbags. Good job, Skinny. Youve earned your reward. We promised Skinny the woman first guys. Hes been up in that tree for three days just waiting. Im sure hes tired, hungry, and more than a little horny. Arent you, Skinny?

    I look at Skinny. Hes sporting a straggly black beard, has three front teeth missing, is coal black with clothes as filthy as a railroad hobo, and theres nothing skinny about him. Hes pushing 300 lbs. with a belly hanging over like a sack of flour. I cant imagine him in a tree, or worse, with my Tiff. Hes grinning like a kid about to wallow into a giant bag of candy.

    Shes waiting, Skinny. In position, like Don Juan Clint here asked. Go get her. Nick points to the tent and Skinny waddles as fast as he can into it. I hear a shriek from Tiff, then a wad of grunting and cursing from Skinny.

    No! I shout. But it is too late. Before I can protest further, Skinny is already comingcoming in my bride like a rutting pig. She squeals and I hear him explode with a massive grunt, a farting-like obscene noise, and then everything goes quiet.

    When he emerges, he gives thumbs up to a chorus of cheers.

    Im next, Weed says, heading for the tent.

    No, Nick says, grabbing his arm. Theyll be plenty of time for that. First weve got to interrogate these fuckers. Lash them to the tree over there and get the bitch.

    They get Clints keys, strip him nude and, with me in Tiffs panties, sit us side-by-side, cuffing our hands behind the pine tree. They tie our ankles for good measure and also run rope around our middle to secure us tighter to the tree. I look around and see two, maybe three, womenwhite womendressed like biker whores in leather. Is this to be Tiffs fate? Or mine?

    Tiff is whimpering and is totally naked, standing by the picnic table. I see wetness running down her thighSkinnys cum and sweat. Nick comes over, grabs her hand, and spreads her fingers on the table. Just like Clint said, hes going to cut off her fingers!

    And, sure enough, he unsheathes a wicked looking Bowie knife with serrated edges and presses the blade on her little finger. She squeals and gasps as the sharp blade touches her. Shes hyperventilating.

    Hush bitch, Nick says. One wrong answer, sissy hubby and the finger goes. Then we move to the next one. Capiche?

    I fold immediately. Please, I say, whimpering. Please dont hurt her. Ill tell you anything you want to know.

    I feel Clints eyes boring into me, but I dont care. Its Tiff I care about, and Im going to do whatever it takes to save her.

    Nick smiles and I tell him everything I know, everything that Clint has told me, including the card game, the special department, the helicopters and speedboats, and how he planned to trick them. Everything. When Im done, Nick lifts his knife and wipes a trickle of blood off the blade with his sleeve.

    We need to move this party, he says, turning to one of the women. Dress the whore. This little beautys gettin' turned into a Hog tonight.



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    No, just continue as you are, I dont want to wait a couple days, I told you I am inpatient! LOL Just keep doing what you're doing, I was just curious how long it was, the story is great, I always look forward to the next segment!
    You are a very talented writer dollyanne :)
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    I just found this thread tonight and could NOT stop reading! your writing is amazing, dollyanne. Please keep going!!!
     
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    Part X--The Fishing Trip

    Thank You, Mistress Michelle, and thank You, too, Ms.Linda for the very nice compliment! Dolly feels sooo lucky to have two Mistresses enjoying her story! Here is the next part. Deep Curtsey.

    The Fishing Trip--Part X
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    When they bring Tiff back shes wearing black leather spiked heel thigh-high boots, and a black leather mini with a wide silver belt. Its like a micro-mini, only shorter. I can see her ass-cheeks and its damn obvious she has no underwear on underneath. Her top is nothing more than a stretchy strip of aqua-colored spandex with the bottom of her boobs peeking out. My Tiffs going to ride out of here nearly naked!

    Nick gives her a helmet and straddles his bike. He pats the seat behind him. Get on bitch and grab hold.

    Tiff stumbles to him in the boots and throws her legs over the seat giving everyone a flash of her swollen red pussy. Maybe its my over-active imagination, but I swear there's wetness on the leather seat when she slides on.

    I see her trying to find something to hold onto. I want to help her, but I cant.

    Like this, slut, Nick says, grabbing her hands and wrapping her arms around his waist. Hold tight or you might fall off and scrape that sweet ass of yours. Ever ride a hog before?
    No, Tiff says.
    Well, youre going to like it, honey. This vibrating machines going to tickle your cunt, bitch, like your wettest wet dream. Youll be slick as a pigs snout for hot Hog dick tonight! Nick laughs.
    Oooowee! Weed says. Im first! Here baby, take this. He pulls a long drag from a joint them puts it in her mouth.

    I cant believe it. Tiff, who never consumes anything stronger than a Starbucks Caf Latte, takes a couple of tentative puffs, then inhales several deep ones. She coughs.

    Coke, Clint whispers. They like using it on their bitches. She wont be feeling any pain.

    Nick starts the engine and guns it a few times, obviously proud of the throaty sound of the exhaust. He looks over at me. Dont worry any, sissy hubby, Ill take good care of your woman. He laughs. Correction. Shes our woman now. He turns to the gang members. You guys know what to do. See ya soon. Ill keep the whore warm for you. He roars off down the path with my nearly naked bride holding tight to him.

    Tiff turns and looks back with fear in her eyes. I try to uproot the tree to save her, but only succeed in wrenching my elbow.

    The rest of the gang are digging holes, putting some kind of metal object into them, and stringing wire.

    Claymores, Clint says nonchalantly, as if hes talking about the weather.

    I blink my eyes a few times, hoping the scene in front of me is a mirage, and it will go away if I blink fast enough. But it doesnt.

    Landmines? I ask.
    Lower your voice, he whispers. Yes, they want to take out the cavalry they think is coming, he says.
    I glance at him, not sure I heard him right. They think is coming? Do you know something I dont?
    Cant say now, be quiet.

    I start to say yes, Sir, but a couple of guys are stringing wire over to the picnic table. Theyre carrying a bundle of something. Dynamite!

    They tape it to the underside of the table and attach an electronic device to it.

    Remote control, Clint whispers. Their plan is to blow us all up when they come to the rescue. I told you they were more sophisticated than they look.

    Two of the women blow us kisses as they drive off in our trucks, taking all of our belongings with them. They had scavenged our tents and are taking everything worth taking, including the tents. Guess they figure we wont need them where were going. The rest leave on cycles hidden in the woods.

    Clint strikes his bare heel on a pile of pine needles and kicks a pine cone out of the way. Damn, he says. There were only twenty of them. I was expecting a hundred to show for this. This is not going to be as big a haul as I thought, unless theyre showing up at the other place to sex up Tiff.

    I cant believe my ears. Were hand-cuffed and tied naked to a tree, surrounded by landmines, with a bundle of dynamite waiting to be blown up by remote control, while my bride, Tiff, is riding to her gang-bang initiation with a crazed biker, practically naked, hanging on for dear life, and cowboy Clint here is disappointed there werent enough of them!

    I explode, and this time I dont give a damn about the listening device. Damn you, Clint! What the fuck is going on here. Who are you? What I start whimpering, I cant help it. Tiff, theyve got Tiff. Theyre going to
    Lower your voice dammit. He nods toward the listening device.
    I continue shouting. You think anyones listening now? This is stupid. Theyre all on their bikes going who knows where with Tiff. Then I lower my voice anyway. Were going to die. Theyve got Tiff, and were going to die.
    Calm down, Jerry. Clint whispers. I think this is going to work out even better.
    Better? Are you crazy? I glare at him. Hes clearly an idiot. Im shouting again. Were hand-cuffed to a tree surrounded by landmines with a stick of dynamite about to blow any minute. And Tiffs on her way to becoming a party favor the nastiest black biker gang on the planet. I nearly spit in his face, but my mouth's like cotton. And you think this is better? I slump back against the tree, exhausted.
    "You're being irrational, Jerry. Calm down."
    "Calm down? Irrational? We're going to get blown to bits, Tiffany's going to become a whore for the Night-Hogs. And, you want me to be rational, to calm down?"

    I know it looks bad, Clint whispers. But look at it from my point of view.

    I shake my head in disgust. Im cuffed to a tree with a raving lunatic.

    I only counted twenty of themshould have been closer to forty, maybe fifty. This way, we can nab them all. Dont you see, Jerry? All of them will show up for the party, to break Tiff into the gang. You saw what Tiff looked like riding out of here. Think they would miss that? A hundred of those bastards could show up from surrounding counties.

    I dont say anything. This is too ludicrous for words.

    All right, Clint says. Somethings about to happen, Jerry. Dont react to it, okay? He fixes a steely gaze on me. No noise, no cursing, nothing. Okay? Our lives could depend on it. Tiffs life could depend on it.

    Okay, I say, wondering what the fuck could possibly happen now that would surprise me.


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    dollyanne, you have a wicked little mind for such a prisy sissy!!
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    Part XI--The Fishing Trip

    Dollyanne thinks she has had many past lives, Mistress Michelle. That may account for her wicked little mind on top of her prissy sissiness. Here is the next part. Deep Curtsey.

    The Fishing Trip--Part XI
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    Clint shifts around, until hes pressed hard against the tree and he contorts his face like a zombie or somethinglike hes in a trance. His eyes are wide. I think the whites around his pupils are glowing. Hes a crazy man.

    Then , unbelievably, he brings his hands out from behind the tree and rubs his face. No cuffs!

    Im totally flabbergasted. How did

    Shhh, he whispers, putting a finger to his lips. No talking. He undoes the other ropes around him, then gets up and stretches, and goes behind the tree. I feel him twisting and turning the cuffs and suddenly my hands are free!
    Im stunned! This idiot is Houdini!

    He goes to the picnic table and pulls off the listening device, jerks the cord out and heaves it like a baseball toward the lake. I hear a splash. He turns to me and smiles.

    Fake cuffs, he says, matter-of-factly.

    I look at him, my mouth hanging open. You mean you mean all this time

    Yeah, he says. Neat, huh? He reaches up into the tree and retrieves something from a limba small brown bag that blends with the pine. When he unwraps it, I see what it is. A Blackberry!
    Lets send an e-mail, he says.
    The radio thing, I say, What
    Fake, he says. Wouldnt even attract a mosquito.
    B-but but
    I thought this might happen, Jerry. Like I said, these guys are smart. He pokes some buttons with his thumbs, composing a message.
    Im so confused now. I dont know whats real.
    I know where theyre going. Youll see, Jerry. This is working out for the best. Were going to get them all this time.
    But Tiff
    Dont worry, Jerry. They always make a big ceremony out of it. Theyre probably planning to explode the dynamite right as she climaxes. Itll be from Jack. He always goes first.
    I stare at him in awe, totally speechless.
    Follow me, he says. Step carefully. Shouldnt be any landmines in here, but you never know.

    He leads me away from the camp into thick brush. Im still barefoot wearing nothing but Tiffs panties and the branches are cutting into my skin, stinging like hell. I do my best to step into his tracks, braced for an explosion that will take my leg off. My bare feet are getting gouged by roots and small pine cones. Hes naked and acts like hes Jungle Jim out for an evening stroll in the park.

    He stops suddenly. Look, he says, They left this behind. Tiffs pink tank top is in his hand. And this. Its her white ruffled mini and her pink high-heeled flip-flops with the red sequined rose. The Night-Hog women must have dressed Tiff here.
    Put these on, he says. Youll be warmer, and itll look better.
    Look better? Im already wearing Tiffs yellow panties. Im going to look like a girl in this stuff.
    Thats the point, he says.

    I take the clothes and put them on. Theyre a little tight, but otherwise not a bad fit.

    Thats better, he says, looking me up and down. You make a cute girl. If we had some makeup and a wig, and maybe a bra, youd be a hottie.
    I dont want to be a hottie, I say. Although, I do have to admit it feels good to have something on my bare feet and the night air is getting a little cool.
    Well work on that, he says, continuing on through the undergrowth. Im afraid to ask him what he means by that. I mince along behind him tottering on the high-heel flip-flops.
    Here we are, he says, stopping again. I see nothing but piles of dead leaves and pine needles. He brushes away the leaves and pulls something out. A motorbike!
    Backup transportation, he says. He reaches in again and pulls out a garbage bag. Backup clothes, he says. Sorry, nothing for you, Jerry. Besides, you look good like that.

    I wince. No way do I look good dressed like a girl.

    He dresses quickly in what looks like Night-Hog black leather biker attire, suitably aged and soiled, and holds up the bike.

    Hop on. He pats the seat behind him. Hope this thing starts.
    He swings his legs over and I climb on behind him. He smells like garbage. I smell like fear.
    Better hold on tight, he says, grabbing my arms and putting them around his waist just like Nick did to Tiff. Its going to be a rough ride.

    He cranks the engine, turns on the headlamp, and putters out, leaving a trail of black smoke. Im balanced unsteadily on the back wearing yellow panties, a chastity device, a pink top, a white ruffled mini, pink flip-flops, with my arms wrapped tightly around a black man dressed like a grungy Night-Hog. To the casual observer, Ill look like his slut woman. To a close observer, Ill look ridiculous. This is surreal. Im hoping the cavalry is on their way and Clint is fresh out of surprises. Something tells me Id better not bet on it.


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    Outstanding dollyanne, simply outstanding !!



    Do you really have to ask ? Yes, of course.
    More please !! More !! We want moooore !! :tongue:

    And Thank You dollyanne.

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    Hummm....I'd like to see jungle jim out for a stroll through the woods naked!!
    That line almost made Me loose My afternoon coffee!!

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    PS, Thanks dollyanne for getting 2 chapters into 1 day, that was awesome!!
     
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