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Master Wade 126
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MRWADE.126 By Master Wade
Girls in the Woods
Chapter Sixteen
I followed Kathy into the room. It was practically empty
except for an old wooden desk and several folding chairs. Kathyg
walked over to the desk and bent over it, her ass facing the door,
her elbows resting on the stained wood desktop.
The policemen entered behind me, and seeing the adorable Kathy
"assuming the position" without even being ordered to do so,
immediately began removing their gunbelts.
"Damn! I can sure use this!", one of them said, tossing his
hat into one of the folding chairs.
"God, what an ass! I get first's on the buttfuck," another one
said, crudely.
Kathy looked back over her shoulder and smiled. Her hand
moved between her legs, and I watched as her fingers slid inside
herself. Suddenly, it was more than I could handle.
"No! I'm sorry, but this isn't going to happen," I said,
putting the coat back over Kathy's shoulders.
"What the hell....," one of them said, obviously angry at my
sudden change of tune.
"Look, mister," the officer who had pulled us over said, "the
dance was nice, but the little lady wants what we're about to give
her, and a deal is a deal!"
I walked over to him. He was much larger than me, and he
certainly had more buddies and more firepower.
"You look, Officer. If I tell her to do it, my little Kathy
will run out of this room screaming rape at the top of her lungs.
It just may be that all those other policemen out there are your
buddies, I don't know. But I'd be willing to be there is someone
in that room who would believe Kathy. But even if they didn't, I
have an idea that my old roommate from college who is the Editor of
the Roanoke Times now would find the whole story that we told him
very interesting. Now, we can go through all that shit if you
want, or you can count yourself lucky to have had a good time up to
this point and get the fuck out of our way."
He stared at me, judging for himself whether I was serious or
not. Kathy walked up to me and took my arm.
"I scream even better than I dance," she said, smiling.
"Well, shit!", he said, stepping to the side, and allowing us
to pass.
Neither of us looked back until we were in the car and on the
highway again. We drove for several miles before either of us even
spoke.
"Pretty gutsy, Master," she said, softly, laying her hand on
my thigh.
"I'm sorry. I just couldn't let them do it. I thought I
could, but I couldn't," I replied, still not taking my eyes off the
road. "I'll make it up to you."
"No. There's nothing to make up for. You couldn't have done
anything that would have made me happier."
"But I know you wanted it."
"As long as I thought you wanted me to want it, I did. Isn't
that the way it's supposed to be?"
"You didn't really want them all to do you?"
"It would have been exciting, I guess. No, I know it would
have been exciting. But what excites me more than anything is
doing what you want me to do, whatever that is, even if it is NOT
doing something like that. And especially when you say no like you
did back there."
"Maybe another time, another place...I don't know."
"It's okay. I understand. Is the Times Editor really your
old college roommate?"
"Not that I know of. We could buy a paper and check to see,
but I really doubt it. Do you really scream better than you
dance?"
"When we get back to the cabin you can take me out to that
tree in the woods and find out for yourself."
"Now you're talking!", I replied, but even as I said the
words, I knew there would be no whipping post for Kathy that day.
What I wanted was to hold her, to hold her more closely than I ever
had before.
"Remember, bitch," Cindi said spitefully, as she tightened the
ropes that bound Janet to the railing of the deck, "if you tell him
where we've gone, or even how long we've been gone, we'll get even
with you? Understand?"
Janet grunted a yes through the panty-gag they had stuffed in
her mouth.
"I don't know if we should leave her here like this or not,
Cindi," Sandy replied, a touch of concern in her voice. "Suppose
they don't come back until tomorrow? Who knows what could happen
to her out here all alone?"
"She stood it just fine when she was tied to the tree in the
woods, didn't she? Quit worrying about it and get your bag. We're
out of here!"
Sandy wasn't really sure exactly what had made Cindi decide so
suddenly to leave the cabin, or what motivated her to force her to
go with her, but she wasn't going to argue. Not now, anyway.
Maybe she should be upset by Master Wade's fondness and obvious
partiality to Kathy, like Cindi said. It wouldn't hurt for her to
have a bit more time to think about it all, anyway, and she had to
admit that she found Cindi very exciting sexually. A few days
alone with her wouldn't be all that bad. Not after she calmed down
a bit, anyway.
Janet raised her head as much as possible and watched them
walk up the long driveway. She was glad to see them go, even if it
did mean she had to be left in this condition. Cindi was spiteful
and ugly from the start, not sweet like Kathy or even Sandy.
Staying tied like this outdoors wouldn't be any worse than worrying
about what Cindi would do to her next.
"You're heading back for the cabin?", Kathy asked, realizing
the direction they were driving. "I thought you wanted to go into
the city?"
"I did. Maybe we can do that tomorrow. Somehow I just want
to get back there and let some of this morning's excitement become
history. Not that I didn't enjoy your dance, you understand. You
really surprised me. Where did you learn to dance like that?"
"When I was sixteen my father paid for a stripper to come to
the house every Wednesday and coach me," she said.
"Really? Your father did?"
"No, I was kidding," she said, grinning that kind of grin that
made any serious Master start thinking of paddles and crops and
cats of nine tails.
I rolled my eyes and glanced out the driver's window.
"Actually, it all came pretty naturally. Surprised me. And,
I even enjoyed it. A little bit, anyway."
"In other words, you're not sure if I want you to say you
enjoyed it or not, so you're hedging your bets?"
"No, that's not it at all. I just mean that I enjoyed it most
when the guys were touching me."
"You know that trip to the tree in the woods is beginning to
sound more and more exciting to me," I said, reaching over and
pinching her nearest nipple as hard as I could.
"Ouch! Okay, okay! You want the real truth? Is that what
you want my darling Master?," she said, her voice dripping with
sugar.
"The real truth sounds very refreshing, actually," I said,
releasing her nipple and dropping my hand to her leg.
"It's very simple. I've simply watched a great many movies,
some of which had strippers in them. I like to dance anyway, but
that's the first time I ever tried taking my clothes off at the
same time. Was I really pretty good?"
"Much better than I thought you'd be, frankly. I must take
you dancing sometime, assuming you'll leave your clothes on."
"Well, I guess that's up to you, Master. But yes, I'd love to
go dancing."
"And did you like for the men to touch you?"
"You just have to know, don't you?"
I turned my head and just smiled at her.
"Yes. I liked it."
"Good. Maybe when we get back to the cabin I'll let the girls
touch you enough to satisfy your unresolved desire."
"I'd like that, Master. I'd like that a lot."
I wasn't particularly surprised to see Janet bound to the
railing and gagged, as we drove down the long driveway. I did
wonder where the other two girls were, but it didn't occur to me
that they might have left. Kathy showed no sign of surprise
either, her only remark having something to do with Janet's ass. I
barely heard her make the comment, because it came just at the time
I realized that Sandy and Cindi had gone.
"Well, that's odd. Un-gag her, Kathy. I don't see anyone
else here, and it looks like their bags are gone too."
Kathy removed the panties from Janet's mouth.
"They aren't coming back, Master," Janet said, breathing
deeply now that her mouth was finally free of the soaked panties.
"How long have you been out here like this?," Kathy asked, as
she began untying her.
"I'm not sure, but I think it's only been a couple of hours.
I didn't know if the two of you would be back before nightfall or
not. But I'm glad you are."
"Are you going after them, Master?," Kathy asked.
"No. Let them go. I won't chase them. What happened,
Janet?"
"I'm not sure. They talked a lot about how you and Kathy left
together. I think it made Cindi more jealous than it did Sandy,
but after a while she must have talked about it enough that it got
to Sandy too. They tied me up, and I thought they were going to
spank me or whip me, because they went back in the house together.
I waited, but when they did come out they had their luggage, and
they walked away and didn't come back."
"Well, we won't worry about it. We haven't had any lunch,
Janet, and I guess you haven't either. How about you and Kathy
fixing us something? I'm really hungry."
The girls went back into the cabin and and I sat on the bench
on the deck, thinking over the day's events. It had been a
frustrating day. Nothing had gone as I had planned for it to, and
now half our little party had left without a word of explanation.
It had all started out nicely, perhaps too nicely, I thought to
myself. Maybe it was too much to expect four women and one man to
get along together. Heck, it was hard enough for one woman and one
man to get along together, sometimes. Or two women, for that
matter.
Kathy walked back out onto the deck and sat down beside me.
"Janet can take care of the rest. You look like you could use
some company."
"I can always use your company, Kathy," I said. "You know, I
guess I made a mistake in trying to have so many people here for
the week."
"Oh, I don't know about that. Everything went nicely up until
now. Maybe you just planned our little party to last too many
days."
"No, I think I was greedy. I think I was too stupid to think
about other people's feelings. I just blew it."
"Yea, I guess you did. You just made a mistake."
"What?", I asked, increduously.
"I said, I guess you made a mis..."
"I heard you!"
"But you said it first, Master," she said, grinning that grin
at me again.
"What I said was, you exceptionally wonderful and sexy, but
devastatingly frustrating WOMAN, that I blew it. YOU said I made
a mistake."
Janet looked through the kitchen windows onto the deck,
grinning at the active debate going on between us. She was sure it
was a debate, because she knew that no one ever argued with Master
Wade. Unless of course...well, unless of course, it was Kathy.
The End
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