The Beast in Control, Ch. 9
2003-07-26
The day wore on, with nothing unusual happening around the restaurant and I abandoned my post. I drove home, changed into civilized clothing, stuffed my black outfit into a gym bag of the same color and began the trip back to the roadhouse. I arrived there just after 5:00 and managed to hide my van in the trees on the other side of the highway where an old fire trail ran into the woods for more than two miles. I took the long way around in loping back to the restaurant, and wound up in the trees behind the VW at approximately 5:40. I spent some quality time listening, still as a wolf in hunting mode, and ascertained that my little redheaded hippie was alone in the camper. I could also (with some heightened sense of smell) distinctly separate the odor of decent marijuana from the other smells that surrounded the camper. So, my little retro-redhead was inside getting stoned!I opened my satchel, took out a small notebook and carefully printed a note: "Please drive your car around to the camper in the back. I am dying to meet you, but I didn't want to show up here where somebody might know me…. Janie. " I carefully folded the message, tucking it into one of those triangular-shaped notes that high school kids constantly pass back and forth in study hall. Slipping around the edge of the camper and leaving my bag behind, I knocked on the door. The pseudo-hippie answered the door with a roach in her hand and a beautifully glazed look on her face – already halfway there – and immediately frowned, "Oh, shit! I thought it was Max. " She just stood there, swaying slightly to the beat of some ancient Jethro Tull coming from inside. I spoke up, "I don't mean to disturb you, but I need a favor; and there's twenty bucks in it for you. ""I'm not fucking any hairy son of a bitch like you for 20 bucks!" she snarled at me. "It'll cost you at least 40!" I almost laughed at her attitude, and after looking her over, decided I wouldn't fuck her even if she paid me forty bucks!I explained that this was not the favor I needed.
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I told her that there were two young ladies coming to meet me here at 6:00 and I didn't want them to see me in the restaurant before I got a good look at them. I described them to her and asked if she would go inside and give this note to the hostess or manager, whoever was at the door, and tell him there were two attractive girls coming and to give them the note. But she was to pretend the note came from her, not from me. Would she do it?"Ya mean that's all I have to do? Give that bitch hostess the note?"I replied in the affirmative and showed her the twenty-dollar bill I had promised. I told her I would wait right at the end of the parking lot to be sure she really went in. I would have to trust that she delivered the note, but if the girls didn't do what was in the note, I'd be back to "talk to" her again, and that she might not find me as agreeable the second time around. She grumped a bit, grabbed the note out of my hand, took one long last sucking drag on the roach and stomped it on the floor of the camper before she stepped out and headed directly for the door of the restaurant. I watched her go in, spend perhaps 1 minute, then walk back out and head for the camper. I scurried back to the door and got there just as she arrived. "Been there; done that; gimme the fucking twenty!" she blurted. I reminded her that if the girls didn't follow the instructions she could be in deep shit. She looked at me and said, "I think I know when I see a hard case, mister; and you are definitely one. I was wrong when I said I wouldn't fuck you for twenty. As a matter of fact, I think I'd like to see if your cock is as furry as the rest of you. I'd do you for nothing.The Athens Girls of Escort of Greece can give you satisfaction more than Bourdela GR or Bourdela TV can. The Athens Greece Escort Service as provided by these charming Athens Greece Call Girls in Athens are patronized by males from the world over. A lot o
Wanna come in the back for a quick one?"Declining her most generous offer, I slipped back into the woods and moved to the edge of the lot. I changed into my black outfit in the cover of the trees, lifted my next tool from the bag and took up a position where I could see the lot completely. At one minute to six, the girls' Mustang slipped into a parking spot at the end of a row and they got out. They looked at each other, giggled a bit and pranced toward the door of the restaurant. I got a decent look at them. They had actually dressed alike. I remember them talking in their e-mails about feeling like sisters, but this was going a bit too far, I thought. Then again, perhaps this was a new tease for me. Twins! I was going to be fucking a set of twins! I almost laughed out loud. They were dressed in short, pleated, school-uniform-type plaid skirts -- yellow and green, green knee socks, old-fashioned penny loafers, and gray Notre Dame t-shirts. What outfits! They had apparently tried to "dress younger" so that their own internet quarry would feel more comfortable. The girls were not in the restaurant for more than three minutes when they came out, note in Sarah's hand, and looked around. They could not see me from my observation post, and got into the Mustang to drive 'round the back. I slipped through the trees and pressed myself up against the side of the VW where they could not see me. As they drove closer and parked I moved to a spot behind their car.belgium escort
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. stoned to the gills. At least, I hoped that was the picture. I slid behind the wheel and moved the car smoothly and quietly out of the lot and onto the highway. Within fifteen minutes I was entering the remote-controlled doors of the shed above my den and they closed behind me in silence. I sat and listened. Nothing. I stepped out of the car and moved to the passenger side. I took the pulse of both girls and understood they were rather deep asleep. Not wishing to take any real chances, however, I gave Sarah a hefty blast of the canister as I picked up Beth and slung her over my shoulders to carry into the depths. Down the hidden ladder; into the darkness below; to a long, padded table at the far end, I carried Beth McVickar, and laid her, face-up on it. I immediately strapped her to the table, arms and legs fastened to swiveling shelves at either side, and a larger set of straps over hips and chest just under her breasts. I applied a gag to her mouth and left the room. Sarah was still deep asleep, snoring slightly in her slumber, and I lifted her clear of the car and carried her to join her friend. I placed her in a hanging leather sling, sort of like a sitting hammock, with her hands attached to chains and cuffs hanging from the ceiling.Athens escorts agency Models, Athens escort agency luxury escorts girls services vip has been created to cater for International “higher end” clientele, the affluent and influential who enjoy the most discerning taste and demand nothing less than premium
I applied a gag to her mouth, too, and stood back to admire my handiwork. I could hear Mrs. Van Heusen on the other side of the room asking, "Who's there? Help me! Get me out of here!" She could not see who it was in the dark, but she knew there was someone here. I slipped over to her, standing directly in front of her and reached out to squeeze her breasts hard and quick, removing my hands immediately. She screamed again. I whispered into her face, "My dear Mrs. Van H, did you miss me? Did you want to feel my thumb in your cunt again? I can oblige you, if you'd like. " And I slipped my hand between her thighs. "No! No! Don't touch me, you freak!""Ahhhh, you should have learned to be nicer by now. That sort of talk will only get you a piece of punishment. Is that what you are looking for?"I turned on the lights and walked to the table along the far wall. I noted that both of my new conquests were stirring and moaning a bit. I picked up a small, leather riding crop from the table and went back to stand in front of Mrs. Van Heusen, slapping it into my palm. "Is this what you were hoping for, Mrs.escorts eu
Van H? I didn't know you were into pain. Are you a pain junkie, Mrs. Van H? Do you get off on pain? Let's see. " And I lifted her right breast with my left hand, holding it out from her body and watching as it puddled a bit on the flat of my palm. I lifted the crop and with a measured swish, brought it down on the very tip of her nipple. She yelped and screamed and tried to move away, but she could not. I slapped her again, this time on the upper swell of her breast. And again, on each side swell. And several more times in rapid succession, back on her aureole and nipple. I looked at her breast and it was marked with red stripes on all sides. But what I really took notice of was the nipple.-
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