Hitchhiker (M/F, some F/F)

[slackywacky]

It seems for now that Jack is really a grown up

Only time will tell...

Hoping it's Clint's wife or Dana

Dana is not travelling, so that would be a 'nope'. That leaves not many characters I already sort of introduced. Or will I be adding another character? Only time will tell...

You just keep hitting them out of the ballpark

I have to keep you guys interested. What will happen next? Only time will tell...

I also wonder who the woman is, and whether Jack can control himself.

Only time will tell...

be another quick crossover

If you read chapter 200 of Bondage Model By Choice, you know that is in the making. When exactly? Only time will tell...

i need to know who that other cell holds

Only time will tell...

yet again you leave us locked up in our imagination

Yep. And no, I am not going to say only time will tell...

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Chapter 116

“Coffee?” Clint asked me.

“You’re asking a truck driver if he wants coffee?” I grinned.

We left Elsa in her cell and walked over to a booth in an enclosed area of the cell block area where a guard was sitting.

“How are you, Phil?” Clint greeted the man.

“Pretty good. You? I see we have another prisoner?”

“She is dangerous, so stay alert.” Clint said.

“Just like the prisoner in the cell next to her. I get it.” Phil grinned.

Clint looked at me and pointed at the coffee machine.

“Best coffee on the island.” He said.

It turned out that the best coffee on the island was the best coffee I had in some time.

“Wow, this is good.” I said, sipping my coffee.

“The night tour starts at 7:05 PM, so we have about 20 minutes. We’ll get Elsa out of her cell, and we’ll have Michelle escort her during the guided tour. After that you can do the cell block tour, which is self-guided.”

“Sounds good to me. Anyhting I should know?” I asked.

“Not really, just remember that this is a public place until we close for the night. The last ferry leaves at 9:25 PM, after that we have a little more privacy, as the night crew is only a few people. I’ve planned a room for you in the guard station. Elsa will stay in a cell if she is not escorted around.”

“Sounds good to me.”

I was not sure what Elsa would think about it, but she had no control over what was happening to her on the island. I looked over at the cells, people were taking pictures and videos of Elsa in her cell. Occasionally the woman in the other cell, the one with the doors all closed, called out. Clint had not told me yet who she was.

“It will be a nice sunset tonight.” Phil said. “You will like the view of San Fransisco that we have from the island.”

He must have noticed my Nikon camera.

“I hope so, but I can imagine that when the fog rolls in, it is much different.”

“Oh, that will happen in the morning.” Clint stated. “Warm skies, cold water, the result is almost always morning fog. Unless the wind picks up.”

Michelle came walking up to the booth. She was a tall woman with a muscular build. I suspected she worked out a lot, but it was not excessive. It fit her. Her auburn hair was kept short, and she was pleasing to the eyes. At least to my eyes.

“We should get going.” She said as she looked at her watch.

“Okay, I see you after the tour, I have some things to sort out.” Clint said, before leaving us.

Michelle and I walked over to the cell doors. She said something in her walkie talkie and the heavy barred door of Elsa’s cell opened.

“Step out. Once out, turn around and face your cell.”

Her tone was one of a woman who expected to be obeyed. Elsa stepped out, looked at me and turned around. Michelle had been carrying a belt and she used it to pull Elsa’s elbows closer together behind her back. With her hands cuffed in front, there was no way Michelle could get them to touch, but that was not the goal. The belt pulled on Elsa’s cuffed arms, which meant the little play she had on her cuffed hands was now taken away.

“That is tight.” Elsa said.

Michelle looked at her.

“Did I say you could talk?” She asked Elsa in a stern voice.

Elsa wisely did not respond.

“You can talk when I ask you a question. Otherwise, you will be quiet. Do not talk to any visitors. When I give you permission, you will talk to me and me only. Understood?” Michelle asked as she finished tightening the belt.

Elsa nodded. Her lower arms were now pulled against her side, leaving her with very little movement. She could move her hands, but that was pretty much all she could do.

“Turn around.”

With Elsa following the order, Michelle quickly inspected Elsa’s restraints.

“Not too tight?” She asked Elsa softly when she checked the cuffs, for a moment slipping out of character.

Elsa nodded.

“Okay, let’s joint the guided tour.”

People had been watching what was going on.

“Help, somebody let me out.”

The voice of the woman in the other cell cried out again, but nobody reacted. Michelle grabbed Elsa left arm and guided her towards the start of the tour. The sun was setting and slowly the lights came on in San Francisco. I guessed it would be at least an hour before the real sunset started. I could see that Elsa was looking around, not just at the island, but also across the bay. The Golden Gate bridge was clearly visible, and ships were entering and leaving the port.

“We stay at the back of the tour.” Michelle informed me.

Whether we had been at the start or at the end, I do not think it would have made much difference. All people, there were about 30 visitors, constantly looked at Elsa. At Barker Beach the tour had to stop as so many people were wanting to take pictures of Elsa and the Golden Gate bridge. Elsa kindly posed. Some people did selfies with Elsa, others had their families stand next to her. Michelle kept an eye out and made sure nothing else happened than the photos and videos that were being taken.

“Let’s keep moving people.” The guide said. “Otherwise, you will have very little time to do the cell block tour.”

The tour went on for over an hour and a half. I was surprised how well Elsa kept up. The cuffs did not allow for big steps, but she kept up pretty good. Michelle guided her on some of the steeper of more difficult sections, leaving me free to take photos and listen to what the guide had to say. Other than the tour, all other areas of the island were closed off for the night.

“If you want you can visit the self-guided tour but be sure to be at the ferry at 9:15 PM. You do not want to pay for a private boat.” The guide told the visitors.

Michelle guided Elsa away from the group, towards an area that was closed off.

“We’ll go to the best viewpoint of San Francisco on the island.” She said. “This area is closed to the public most of the year, as the birds are nesting. But the three of us should be fine.”

She spoke in her walkie talkie, letting the guards now where we were going. We crossed the parade grounds and came up to the top of the Agave trail.

“Could you unlock me?” Elsa asked Michelle.

“Sorry, prisoners are to be always restrained. No exceptions.”

Elsa did not argue, and just kept walking. I had to grin as Elsa looked at me and stuck her tongue out to me. Michelle noticed though.

“Stop that. One more thing like that and you will be gagged.” She said in her stern voice.

With a big sigh, Elsa focused on walking the trail. It was getting darker, and it was the perfect time to take pictures. Michelle took us to a little area with great views of the city and the bridge. There was a ledge to sit on and we enjoyed the view. I sat next to Elsa who leaned over to me.

“You can talk.” Michelle grinned, seeing us.

“Thank you.” Elsa responded.

“This is beautiful.” I said.

The sun was slowly setting into the west. The sky turned orange. The skyline of Frisco being a great backdrop. It was getting colder now the sun was setting. A light breeze from the water cooled everything down. Elsa snuggled up to me. Neither of us had dressed for the cold.

“Enjoying yourself?” I asked Elsa.

“Yes, thank you.” She replied. “This here is a beautiful place. I am glad I am not a real prisoner, being locked away in one of those cells is no fun. At least I could see out. I wonder what the women in the cell next to mine had done.”

Elsa looked at Michelle to see if she was going to answer that question.

“I am not telling.” She grinned.

We sat watching the boats on the water till the sunset had disappeared. It was getting cooler, so I was glad when Michelle told us we should continue.

“The last boat is about to leave. We’ll be here with a skeleton crew for the night.”

We walked down to the water and headed towards where the boat was departing from.

“You will not be on the ferry. Elsa is staying the night in a cell.” She said as we reached the end of the trail.

We could see the last few people board the ferry. Somebody, dressed in the same uniform as Michelle, waved to us, before the ferry set sail.

“I assume you have a boat?” I asked, wondering how people would get off the island.

“Oh, yeah, and if needed we can get a helicopter in. Plus, the coast guard station at Golden Gate is close by.”

We walked along the docking area to the guard house and up to the cell block, much the same route we had taken coming off the ferry earlier that evening, except now everything was deserted. It was around 10:15 PM when we got back to the cell Elsa had been in before.

“Let me take the belt off.” Michelle stated. “Food will be here in about 30 minutes.”

Without the belt pulling her arms back, Elsa had a bit more freedom in her arms.

“Oh, that feels good.” She sighed.

“Did I say you could talk?” Michelle took on her role as strict guard again. “Get in your cell.”

Once Elsa was in her cell, Michelle said something in her walkie talkie and the steel bar door locked. With only minimum lights on in the building, everything seemed a lot moodier than before. The dark cells loomed and every sound we made echoed through the building. Michelle closed the second door of Elsa’s cell, which was a solid door. Elsa was now locked in darkness. Closing the outer door sounded to me like overkill, but it did not stop Michelle from doing it.

“Now she is in complete darkness.” She explained, but I had figured that out already.

“HELP!”

A soft scream came from the other cell, which was still locked with all doors closed, like Elsa’s cell now was.

“Is she alright?” I asked Michelle.

“She can wait a while longer. She will get food too when Elsa’s arrives. I also asked for a meal for you.”

I nodded and waited for things to come.

[Caesar73]

Liked the atmosphere you created here, how Elsa plays along but test the limits a few times - looking forward, where you will take this @slackywacky

[Beaumains]

These people know way too well how to hold a consensual prisoner there. I wonder how often it happens if they have two women already for this night and how far they will go. I hope Jack is making enough pictures because this is a once in a lifetime experience for Elsa, whether she will enjoy it or not.

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Chapter 117

“Dinner is here.” Michelle said.

Clint walked back into the cell area, pulling an insulated cart. One of those things they use in restaurants. He had been gone for about 30 minutes, while Michelle and I had talked. She had been working at Alcatraz for 7 years now and enjoyed it very much.

“There is always interaction with the visitors, which is what I like.” She said.

“Playing the mean cop?” I grinned, remembering how she had talked to Elsa during the public bit of the tour.

“Sometimes.” She laughed.

She relaxed on the desk chair at the little corner desk where Phil had been sitting earlier, her booted feet propped up on the desk.

“So, how did you meet up with Elsa?” She asked me.

I gave her the story, the clean version, as I did not know her well enough, but it did include the bondage. She listened intently without interrupting me, keeping eye contact and soaking in the story.

“Wow, lucky both of you.” She grinned when I was done. “She likes bondage a lot, does she?”

“Elsa would agree with that statement.” I laughed.

“And you?”

“Do I like bondage?”

“Yes.”

“I like to be the one doing the tying.” I replied, which was true.

I did not really enjoy being tied up, although I had been tied a few times over the years. At that moment Clint walked into the building.

“You can let Elsa and Paula out, Michelle. I’ve switched the doors to manual.”

“Okay.” Michelle responded, walking over to Elsa’s cell.

It was the first time they confirmed that Paula was in the other cell.

“We keep the doors during visiting hours on ‘centrally controlled’, as we used to end up with visitors getting stuck in cells due to the old doors not fitting very well.” Clint told me.

“Sounds like smart move.” I grinned.

I looked at the food cart and my stomach rumbled. It had been a while since I ate.

“Come on out, Elsa.” Michella said after opening the 2 doors and the gate to her cell.

“Wow, that was… that was something.” Elsa said as she walked out of her cell, blinking against the dim light.

“Let me get your restraints off.” Michelle told the Swedish woman. “Dinner is here.”

“Oh, that sounds good.” Elsa replied.

After Michelle removed the cuffs, which did not take long, Elsa walked over where Clint and I were waiting. In the meantime, Michelle opened the other closed cell.

“That is about fucking time.” A loud and somewhat angry female voice called out when Michelle opened the inner door and for the first time in many hours, the female prisoner in the cell saw light again.

“Are you going to behave?” Michelle asked. “Otherwise, I can leave you in here a little longer.”

“I’ll behave.” The woman said in a normal voice, letting out a sigh.

Just like Elsa, Paula was dressed in an orange jump suit, and just as Elsa had been she was cuffed. In contrast to Elsa, Paula had her arms cuffed behind her back at wrists and elbows, both with hinged cuffs, which pulled her elbows together. The cuffs on her ankles were regular cuffs, with just a short 3 link chain, only allowing small steps. She was barefoot. The jumpsuit made her look a bit like April O’Neill from Teenage Ninja Turtles, except for her hair color.

“Okay.” Michelle said, opening the gate to the cell.

The woman walked with very small steps towards the rest of us.

“Are you going to keep me cuffed?”

The question was directed at Clint.

“Elsa, Jim, meet Paula, my wife.”

“You did not answer the question, you dick.” Paula said, although it was clear the name calling was just play.

“Maybe a few more hours in your cell will help?” Clint asked, a smile on his face.

Paula had walked up to Clint and kissed him. Like Elsa’s jump suit, Paula was also showing nice cleavage. She looked a lot like her sister, but taller and a bit older, which she was. With her arms locked behind her back in cuffs, her breasts were trying to escape the coverall.

“Stop staring.” Elsa told me, grinning.

I turned red, as I had been staring at Paula. I think it was more because I was comparing her to her sister than that I was staring at her boobs.

“Can I get unlocked now?” Paula asked. “I have been in that cell since 8 AM this morning.”

“Since 8?” Elsa asked, before I got a chance to ask.

“After Matt and Dana connected with us last night, we came up with a plan that I would be a fellow prisoner for Elsa. However, Clint, mister jackass here, decided to keep me chained and locked up in the cell for the whole day.”

“Are you saying you were locked in that cell for over 14 hours?” I asked.

“Plus, the time beforehand that I was already cuffed. Jackass here cuffed me as soon as we got to the island this morning.”

“Stop complaining, you like it.” Clint laughed.

“As you keep reminding me.” She grinned.

While Paula continued telling her side of the events, Michelle unlocked the cuffs.

“Oh, the feels good. Now if you excuse me, I need a restroom.”

Paula walked away.

“Hold up, I need one too.” Elsa called out, going after Paula.

“Did she really agree to being locked up and cuffed for that long?” I asked as the two women headed away.

“She might not have agreed to everything.” Clint laughed while getting the meals out of the cart.

“But she likes bondage, especially things like this, endurance bondage, so I am not worried about her.” Clint said while pulling a meal from the cart and putting it on a tray.

The meals were hot and smelled good.

“Lasagna or spaghetti?” Clint asked me.

“Spaghetti please.”

“Hot, be careful.” He said as he handed me a tray with a meal box. “I only have water to go with your meal; they do not allow alcohol on the island.”

“Fine by me.” I said, grabbing a bottle of water.

“What’s for dinner?” Paula asked as she and Elsa came back from the restroom.

She was rubbing her shoulders and arms. Everybody got a meal, and for a moment everybody forgot they were in a prison building. They chatted about anything and everything while enjoying the food.

“Where did you get this?” Elsa asked, finishing her lasagna. “It is really good.”

“It was brought to the island on the last boat. Normally whoever is on night duty gets the meals, which means that is us tonight.” Clint replied to Elsa’s question. “But I did get some extra meals to give you a choice.”

“You mean to say we are the only ones on the island?” I asked.

“Yes. Normally it is just 2 people on the night shift.” Michelle added.

“Oh, wow. I did not know that.” I said. “So, what are we going to do?”

Clint collected the finished meals.

“We did not make any detailed plans.” Paula said. “Partly because we did not know if you would make it here. Luckily you did, otherwise I might have had to spend more time in that cell.”

“I would have released you at some point.” Clint laughed.

“Yeah… at some point… God knows when.” Paula sighed.

When we were done eating, we cleaned up the meals, putting everything left over into the food cart.

“Turn around.” Michelle told Elsa.

She picked up one of the hinged cuffs that Paula had been restrained with for most of the day. Elsa looked for a moment at me before she turned around and held her arms behind her back. The sound of the cuffs closing around her wrists sounded weird in the concrete empty space.

“Same for you.” Michelle told Paula.

Paula, mimicking what Elsa had done, looked for a moment at Clint, who pretended to be busy with the food cart. As with Elsa, Michelle cuffed Paula’s wrists behind her back using the other hinged cuffs.

“Now what?” I asked.

“We’ll go to the workshop on the island.” Michelle answered.

“Workshop?” Elsa asked.

“No talking.” Michelle, using her command voice, told her. “Stand next to each other.”

She grabbed the ankle cuffs that Elsa had been cuffed with and closed one end around Elsa’s left ankle and the other end around Paula’s right ankle. Both cuffed women now needed to coordinate their steps.

“Let’s go.”

“Shoes?” Paula asked, since she was barefoot.

“I think they are still in the office. You’ll live.” Clint told her.

Paula sighed, before looking at Elsa. They needed a few moments to sort out how to walk while cuffed together, but once they found a rhythm, the did not do bad. While Clint pulled the food cart, both Michelle and I kept a close look out on our prisoners. We turned left when we came out of the cell block building, passing the lighthouse and the ruins of the warden’s house, heading towards the guard building. It was slow going, but nobody was really in a hurry. At least the weather was still nice, a cool breeze blowing in from the sea.

“Just wait here, while I drop thew cart off.” Clint said, as we walked along the East Road.

It did not take him long to drop of the cart and grab a big duffel bag and a large camping light.

“Let’s go to the New Model Industries building.” He told Michelle.

“Sound good. Keep walking prisoners.”

Elsa and Paula continued their walk. I did not have much to do, so I took pictures and made sure Elsa was doing good. Once we past the water tower, we could see the old Industrial Building, or at least what was left of it. The 4-story building, originally constructed by the U.S. military, served as a laundry building until the completion of the New Industries Building in 1939. During its use as part of the Alcatraz prison, the Model Industries Building housed workshops where inmates worked. Now it was just a rusted old shell.

“Both the Industries Building and the New Industries Building are no longer in use.” Clint told us.

We past the warehouse and power plant, before coming up to the New Industries Building. Clint unlocked the gate. During visiting hours, the building was open to the public, but it was locked up after dark. We entered the building. There were no working lights, hence why Clint had brought the camping light.

“Stop.” Michelle told the prisoners, while Clint placed the light on the floor.

It provided enough light to be able to see the space we were in. We stood in what was a large empty space with supports for the floors above us. The windows and doors were all gated. The ceiling was 20 feet high and the supports, big concrete pillars, were spaced 10 feet apart. It was not hard to imagine these buildings full of prisoners doing their jobs.

“I figured we could use these pillars for a bit of bondage fun.” Clint said, as he opened the duffel bag and pulled out several ropes.

I looked around and grinned.

“I think you are right.” I replied.

[FabianStr2016]

So nice hearing from you again! I’m really interested in how the story will continue!

[Caesar73]

Nice continuation - at least the Ladies got a good Dinner I guess the next Chapter will get interesting

[Beaumains]

Great addition. Alcatraz remains an amazing location for this couple to visit. My only critique is that 14 hours with your arms tight behind ones back is maybe overambitious. Still, it's a great read with amazing characters.

[GreyLord]

Nice continuation - at least the Ladies got a good Dinner I guess the next Chapter will get interesting

My goodness gracious! This is already interesting.

[slackywacky]

Nice continuation - at least the Ladies got a good Dinner I guess the next Chapter will get interesting

It might. I am working on it, got sidetracked by installing my hot tub and work has been busy.
But, the next chapter will come to a device near you soon.

[Bandit666]

Well as always an absolutely gripping and delightful series of updates @slackywacky and proof if ever it was need that with yourself and so many other greats it’s impossible not to wait eagerly for more and more

[slackywacky]

More to come soon. I have not gone away, just very busy at work.

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Chapter 118

“Strip.”

Michelle had unlocked the cuffs that had kept Elsa and Paula together before giving them the command. We were standing in the middle of the large empty room, next to one of the concrete support pillars. The pillars were big, around 3 feet diagonally. I watched Clint dump the content of the duffel bag he carried onto the floor. Lots of ropes and other bondage gear spilled out.

“Somebody is into bondage.” I grinned.

“Yeah, you could say that.” Clint grinned.

Elsa and Paula striped without hesitations. Paula was older than Elsa, but she looked good. Slightly taller than her fellow prisoner, her body looked like she visited the gym regularly.

“Uhem.”

Elsa looked at me, her hands on her hips.

“Sorry.”

I almost said it automatically. It just showed how much power she had over me. I knew she liked to tease me, and she was not offended or anything like that. I figured it was her way of asserting herself. I could see a smile on her face.

“You are so easy to manipulate.” Elsa grinned.

“I tried that with Clint, does not work on him.” Paula said.

Both Paula and Elsa looked at Clint as to ask what was going to happen. I sort of did the same, as I had no idea what he had planned.

“Okay, first we tie their arms behind their backs. Elbows together.”

Without a word, Elsa turned around, holding her arms behind her back, Paula followed suit. Clint threw a bundle of rope my way.

“You know the drill.” He grinned.

I indeed knew the drill and after catching the rope, I walked over to Paula and started to tie her wrists. Elsa looked a bit surprised by this move, but Clint had to laugh.

“Good one, that.” He grinned, as he walked over to Elsa and started to tie the naked Swedish blonde.

I could see, while glancing away from tying Paula, that Clint was as meticulously as me. He made 8 wraps around her wrists, before cinching it. Just as I had done, the knot on Elsa’s wrists was out of reach of prying fingers. It was a thin rope, so 8 wraps were not an enormous amount of rope, but it gave the binds a nice look. Don’t get me wrong, I like how a thicker rope looks on any bound woman, but 8 wraps were probably too much if the rope had been ticker. We used the same method for the elbows of both women. Neither of them complained when their elbows were pulled together. As usual, tying their elbows together made their breasts stand out more prominently. Clint saw me look at Elsa.

“I have some plans for them later.” He grinned, without telling me what he had planned. “For now, sit them down on the floor.”

I helped Paula sit down.

“Now to make sure they do not complain…” Clint stated as he grabbed three ballgags out of the pile of bondage gear on the floor.

He gave me a 2.5 inch one.

“She can handle it.” He stated, as I looked at Paula, who laughed when she saw my hesitation.

The gag plopped behind her teeth when I pushed it in, tightening the strap.

“Hmmppppfffff.” Paula mumbled.

She looked content. It looked like Clint had used a smaller ballgag for Elsa. The largest gag we had was a 2.25 one and it looked like he used one of that size. Some day I should try to see if she could handle a gag the size Paula was sporting. The strap was buckled tight, pulling the sides of her mouth back, much like I had done with Paula. Neither woman was able to push the gag out.

“And that one?” I asked Clint, looking at the third gag he was holding.

“We need one more.” He grinned, looking at Michelle. “Strip.”

The move surprised me, as it was unexpected. Michelle saw my look.

“I am a switch.” She grinned, taking of her uniform. “I like both sides of the game.”

So far, I only had seen her in her uniform, so seeing her strip was an interesting surprise. Interesting because her muscular body had one large tattoo. A snake, the head just above her left breast. curled around her body, along her naval to her right upper leg and down to her ankle. Her uniform had hidden the very detailed piece of art.

“Hmmppffff.”

Elsa mumbled while she looked with big eyes at Michelle. There were more, smaller tattoos on various spots on Michelle’s body, but the snake was the largest tattoo I had ever seen on a person. While Michelle finished stripping, putting her clothes next to the orange jumpsuits from Elsa and Paula, Clint gave me another rope.

“You can tie her. I get enough chances.” He grinned.

I wondered what kind of relationship the three had. It was obvious they were way more advanced into bondage than Elsa and I were.

“Okay.” I said in reply.

While I tied up Michelle, she was probably the most flexible of the three women, Elsa watched closely. Paula looked like she had seen it all before, which was probably true. I assumed that if she was willing to spend a day in a cell, her arms handcuffed behind her back, she was probably used to getting tied up. I did get a good look of the snake while tying Michelle up.

“Nice work.” I said to her.

“Thanks, I agree.” She grinned.

Moving her arms around, probably trying to feel how I tied her, she moved around a bit.

“Not bad.” She stated.

I laughed.

“Well, thank you.” I replied.

Tying somebody up I knew how to do, Elsa could attest to that, but it was always nice to get a compliment I figured. Client handed me the last ballgag and Michelle opened willingly her mouth. At least with her short hair, it was easy to buckle the gag.

“Hmmpf.” Michelle mumbled while testing the gag.

I helped her sit down next to Elsa and Paula.

“Now what?” I asked, looking at Clint.

“Let me show you.” He said, grabbing a rope, a thicker one than what we used for the arms of our prisoners, and walking over to where the three women were sitting.

He wrapped the rope two times around Paula’s left ankle, before running it to her right ankle, leaving about a foot of space between the ankles. Wrapping it also two times around Paula’s right ankle, he repeated the back and forth between both ankles two more times, before he started to wrap the rope around the 6 strands of rope between both ankles. The rope was long enough so the wrap went all the way to the other ankle, where he tied it off. The end of the rope was left hanging.

“Interesting.” I said, looking at what he had done.

The rope created a hobble between both ankles, but I had no idea yet what Clint was planning to do with it. He handed me a similar rope as he had just used on Paula and pointed at Michelle.

“I’ll do Elsa.” He grinned. “It is nice to tie somebody else up for a change.”

It did not take long to restrain both Elsa and Michelle in the same way as Paula had been. I could see that the women were looking with interest as to what Clint was doing.

“Give me a hand.” Clint said to me.

He indicated at Paula.

“Let’s lift her up, we position her on her left side, with her back to the support.”

We did as he told me what to do and placed Paula with her back against the concrete pole. I had not figured out what he was intending to do, until he told me to help him with Elsa. She was also placed with her back against the concrete support, but her ankles were located at Paula’s neck, the hobble running across her neck. When Clint walked over to Michelle, I knew what he was doing, creating a circle at the base of the pilar made of gorgeous naked women. Placing Michelle required a bit more planning, as her feet needed to be at Elsa’s neck, while her neck needed to be at Paula’s feet. It turned out that the circle of naked women was slightly larger than the concrete support pillar. The loose ends he had left at the hobble was used to tie each hobble to the next women’s neck. All three women were arched backwards. Nothing extreme, but it was enough to prevent any of the three prisoners to look at the others.

“How did you come up with this one?” I asked.

“I saw it years ago, I think it was 2002, on Boundndetermined website. Not with a pillar in the middle, but I figured it would work and with Elsa visiting, I finally had the three victims, euh, models I needed.” He grinned.

I walked around the support, looking at the three bound women. They had a little play on the rope around their necks as Clint had not made it too tight. The position, with their back to the concrete, pushed their breasts out even more. I kneeled next to Elsa and played with her breasts.

“Hmmppffff.” She mumbled.

“Come on, you like this, your body betrays you again.” I laughed.

Her body was indeed betraying her, as her nipples got hard. Elsa reacted with a muffled grin. I got up and looked at the other 2 women.

“You can play with their breasts too.” Clint said, stuffing the left-over ropes back into the bag.

Somehow being with Elsa had changed me, as previously I would have taken that chance anytime. Now, standing on a side of the support where Elsa could not see me, I hesitated. Michelle, who could look at me laughed.

“Hmmppffff.” She grunted, but I had no idea what she was saying.

Clint walked up to me and Michelle.

“It’s easy, you just do this.” He grinned, as he kneeled and pinched Michelle’s nipples and played with her tits. “This will make it even more fun.”

He took a thick elastic band and expanded it around Michelle’s left breast, before letting go at the base of her breast. It had the effect of making the tit look like a balloon. He did the same with her other breast. You could see that the skin was tight. Michelle moaned when Clint touched her breasts again.

“Here, you can do Elsa.” He said as he handed me 2 more elastic bands.

I took them and walked around the pillar to Elsa. Elsa had no idea what had happened on the other side and her eyes grew big when I showed her the elastic bands, although to her credit, she did not move when I applied the first band on her right breast. A soft grunt escaped her gagged lips. The effect on Elsa’s breasts was as with Michelle, although it looked like Elsa’s tits turned red a little quicker than Michelle’s. Based on the noise, Paula was undergoing the same thing at the hands of her husband. I extended the second elastic and applied it on Elsa’s other breast. This time she stayed quiet.

“Having fun?” I asked while I sat down next to Elsa.

She did not react, she was looking, as far as she could bound as she was, at her breasts. They really looked like balloons, and I found out that they had gotten more sensitive, as Elsa reacted more when I touched her breasts. I ran my fingers over her breasts and her breathing changed. She struggled a bit more, which resulted in grunts from the other 2 prisoners.

“RING”

Clint’s phone was going, his ring tone an old classic phone. He looked at it and sighed.

“One of the alarms in the guard house is going off. Probably just the wind, it happens regularly, but I need to go and have a look.”

“Okay, need help?”

“With Michelle tied up, yes, as we should not go alone.”

“Hmmmmppppffff.” Michelle grunted.

“No, the three of you can stay here. We should be back in 15 minutes.”

There was another grunt from Michelle, but I figured she knew she was not going to be released.

“Let’s go. Don’t go anywhere, ladies.” He said as he walked towards the large door of the workshop.

With a bang the door closed behind us, leaving the three females behind, helplessly bound and gagged.

“This should not take long.” Clint said.

“Famous last words?” I grinned.

“Maybe.”

[Caesar73]

So good to have you back @slackywacky ! Intriguing Chapter. The Ladies have fun - no doubt.

[wolfman]

Welcome back @slackywacky. Very good to see your return with such an awesome chapter.

[Caesar73]

Welcome back @slackywacky. Very good to see your return with such an awesome chapter.

Absolutely!

[GreyLord]

As expected, most outstanding.

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Chapter 119

The night on Alcatraz was cooler than I had expected. I shivered a bit when we walked towards the guard building.

“People tend to forget that were in the middle of the water and the sea breeze cools us down.” Clint said, seeing me shiver. “We can grab a coat at the guard station.”

I found that the brisk walking speed Clint used was helping.

“Based on what I have seen, you, Paula and Michelle are more into bondage than your brother and sister-in-law, right?” I asked as we approached the guard house.

“Yeah, Dana and Matt had kids, which Paula and I do not have, so I am not surprised. Seems they are catching up now.” He grinned.

We reached the guard house and Clint unlocked the door. It was warmer inside, which I did not mind.

“Give me a few minutes to sort this.” Clint told me before disappearing into what looked like a control room, leaving me in the break room.

I sat down at the table, looking around. It was a typical break room, microwave, kitchenette and such filled the room. I just waited for Clint to do whatever he needed doing. Although, based on the curses coming from the control room, things were not going his way.

“This is going to take a little longer. You might want to make a pot of coffee.” He said, sticking his head around the door.

“Sure.” I replied, looking already for the coffee machine.

Things were organized, and it did not take me long to get the coffee machine going. The smell of fresh coffee filled the room.

“I can use a cup. Black, 2 sugars.” Clint called from the other room.

I grinned and made him a cup, bringing it into the control room. Clint was busy communicating with somebody on what looked like a Microsoft Teams meeting. He raised a thumb indicating a thank you, before concentrating again on the meeting. I got back to the break room and got my own cup of coffee. All I could do was wait. My mind drifted off to the three helpless women in the New Industries building. The position Clint had come up with was interesting, connecting the feet of the women to the neck of the next person, but I figured it was probably not the easiest position to be in, as they could not move much without putting strain on the other women.

“Sorry, need a little more time.” Clint called out, pulling me back to reality.

“No worries. I still have coffee.” I replied.

“Thanks.”

I did the only things I could do, wait and drink coffee. It turned out to be another 30 minutes before Clint came out of the office. I had not been listening to his conversation, I had been relaxing, letting my dirty mind wander, and drinking coffee.

“Sorry about that, stupid system was acting up. We’ll get an electrician out to have a look at it. Thanks for the coffee.”

“My pleasure.”

“Shall we join our ladies?” He asked me, turning off the lights in the control room.

“Sounds like a plan. They are probably wondering where we are.”

“Not that they can do anything about it.” He replied, grinning.

Locking up after us, we headed towards the building we left the prisoners. It was still cool outside, but I did not feel it as much on the way back, as I was eager to see how Elsa was doing. Clint opened the steel door and let me in. I immediately got the feeling something was wrong. Somebody was crying. It sounded distorted, which was to be expected due to the gags the women were sporting.

“What?” Clint asked, coming in after me.

I walked over to the pillar that was the center of the three bound and gagged women. It turned out Elsa was crying. I kneeled next to her and undid the gag. I could not remember ever seeing her crying. It was not something I liked to see.

“Please get these things of my breasts.” She sobbed.

Her breasts were red, almost purple, the skin pulled tight due to the elastics at the base of her breasts. Quickly, but carefully, I removed the rubber bands from her breasts. Clint stood behind me.

“Is she okay?” He asked, sounding worried.

“Let’s get her out of this situation.” I just said, starting on the rope around her neck that connected to Michelle ankles.

Clint worked on her ankles, which were connected to Paula neck. When Elsa was no longer connected to the other women, I picked her up, her arms still tied, and I just held her.

“Are you okay?”

“My breasts starting to hurt. And there was nothing I could, I tried to get them off, but with my arms bound at wrists and elbows, I could not reach them. And I did not want to move too much, as that could hurt Paula and Michelle. This was no fun. I really wanted out and you guys were not here. I tried to be brave and not cry, but after a while that was the only thing that I could do. I could hear Michelle and Paula trying to talk to me, but their gags prevented me from understanding what they said, plus, being tied up, there was nothing they could do anyway.”

“I am so sorry.” I said, holding my beautiful Swedish woman in my arms. “I never meant to hurt you.”

Her wrists and elbows were still tied, but the elastic bands that had adorned her breasts were removed. I noticed Clint releasing Michelle and Paula, so that they were no longer connected. Both women came up to where I was standing. The bands on their breasts also removed.

“Hmmppffff?” Paula asked, the gag still in her mouth.

Like Elsa, both Paula and Michelle were still tied at wrists and elbows and still naked. My eyes got pulled again to Michelle’s tattoo, which was impressive. Looking back at Elsa, her breasts were looking better now that the skin was not pulled tight by the elastic bands.

“I am good. Oh, that feels so much better.” Elsa said, looking down at her breasts. “Don’t ever do that again.”

She looked at both me and Clint when she said that. You could still see the marks on all three women where the bands had been at the base of their breasts.

“I am sorry.” I replied.

“I am sorry too. I never meant to hurt you. Things took a little longer than expected.” Clint said.

“Hmmppfff?” Michelle asked, looking at Clint.

Understanding what she wanted to know, Clint gave a quick recap of what the issue was. It was sort of funny, as he had made no move to remove the gags from either Paula or Michelle, while talking business to Michelle.

“Now what?” I asked.

“It is 2 AM, we probably should get some sleep.” Clint said. “I had one of the rooms prepped in the guard house for you.”

“Hhhmmpppffff?” Paula asked.

“You can sleep in your cell.” Clint stated.

Paula just sighed. She had sort of expected this to happen.

“And Michelle?” Elsa asked.

“I think we’ll keep the three of you tied a while longer.” Clint responded.

“As long as you keep those things of my tits, I can live with that.” Elsa said.

“You are a bondage junkie.” Clint said. “You fit right in with these two here.”

He pointed at Michelle and Paula.

“Hmmppfff.”

“Oh, hush it. You know you like it.” He said to Paula who had complained in her gag.

She nodded and smiled. It was obvious that they liked their bondage games, as neither woman had complained that they were still tied and gagged. Elsa laughed.

“Okay, let’s go.” Clint said as he picked up the discarded ropes and the clothes the women had been wearing and stuffed it in the bag he had brought when they came here.

He came up to Elsa, who was still being held by me.

“Open up.”

He held the gag up that had been in her mouth earlier.

“Looks like my cuddle time is up.” Elsa said, before she gave me a kiss and stepped away from me.

“Hmmppffff!” Paula mumbled in her gag.

“Okay, okay.” Clint said, stepping up to his wife and kissing her on the gag.

“Hmmppff?” Michelle asked.

“Feeling left out?” I asked.

She nodded. I laughed, stepped up to her and kissed her on the gag.

“Leave her alone.” Elsa butted in.

“Better gag her, Clint.” I said, as Elsa laughed.

Before Elsa could complain, the rubber ball was inserted between her lips and the strap tightened behind her neck. Clint pulled it tight, there was no way Elsa would be able to push the gag out. He looked in the bag with ropes, before pulling out a longer rope. He moved the three women in a single line, two feet apart, and tied the rope around Michelle’s neck. She was last in line. Elsa was in the middle and Clint tied the rope loosely around her neck, connecting her, again, to Michelle.

“Hmmppfff.”

“Oh, hush.”

Michelle, who had made the noise, grinned. Clint tied the rest of the rope to Paula’s neck, leaving three feet of rope left as a leash.

“Let’s go ladies.” He said as he handed me the leash and indicated towards the door.

It took a moment for the three women to sort out how they should walk, before they settled into a rhythm. Clint opened the door, and we walked outside. Which showed an interesting reaction on all three women. If I had felt cold while still being dressed, the three naked prisoners reacted all the same to being out in the colder weather. For one, they all started to complain in their gags, but also their nipples got hard. I had to grin as I escorted the ladies towards cell block D.

“Nice.” Clint said has he grabbed Michelle’s right tit.

She turned away from him, but since we were still walking, she could not turn too far. She mumbled something in her gag and gave Clint a look. He just laughed. He walked up to Elsa.

“Feeling better?” He asked her, gently feeling her breasts up.

Elsa nodded.

“Hmmmmpppffff, hmmppfff hmpf hmmmmppppffff.”

I had no idea what she said, it was probably Swedish anyway, but she did not pull away, although she glanced at me for a quick moment.

“You have nice breasts.” Clint stated.

It was not the first time somebody said that to Elsa. And, as always, I agreed. I could play with her tits for hours. Seeing them with the rubber bands had been a first for me. I had not thought about doing that to her. Maybe it was just a matter of time, but after the negative experience encountered today, it might be a while before we tried something like that again. It just showed that we still had lots of things to learn about bondage. Clint moved up to Paula, who in contrast to Michelle, pushed her breasts his way. As I was leading the women, she did not have much time, as I pulled her forward.

“Hmmppfff.” Paula grunted at me because I pulled her away from Clint.

“Keep walking.” I ordered.

Paula gave me a look but kept walking. I could tell the girls wanted to get out of the cold, as we made good progress. We reached the cells and Clint let us in. It was warmer in the building. Dropping the bag with the women’s clothes and all the ropes on the floor, he looked at the three prisoners.

“Let’s get you girls ready.” He grinned as he untied the rope that held the three women connected.

All three women sighed.

[Caesar73]

Wonderful Chapter. The Atmosphere, the location? Very good. My favourite Part? The sweet Conversation between Elsa and Jack. Their Relationship continues to develop.

[The G-Man]

Wow, it's not often I'm one of the first (okay second, but still) in the response line. I like how Jack is taking care of Elsa after what was a bad experience for her, and the sound of her crying bothering him is hopefully a turning point in his maturation. Cool chapter.

[GreyLord]

Yes, perhaps Jack is progressing.

[slackywacky]

Wow, it's not often I'm one of the first (okay second, but still) in the response line.

Beating @Caesar73 in getting the first reply in is hard, believe me.
But I am glad you tried and I appreciate the comment.

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Chapter 120

The heavy diesel engine of the Mack kicked into life the moment I started it. I loved the sound of the MP8HE-445 engine. For about half a minute I sat there, listening to my truck while I sat at Pier 45. Security had been fine, there were no incidents. The cabin felt weirdly empty this morning. It was just after rush hour, I was on my way to my first drop-off point, US Coast Guard station Golden Gate. Based on my nav system, it was only about 8 miles, but on the other side of the bay.

“Everybody ready? Let’s go.” I said out loud, but nobody responded as I was alone in the cab.

The morning had been quiet. Waking up in bed at the guard station on Alcatraz was uneventful. The bed was comfortable, the room simple, but I did not need much. After taking a shower, I went over to the breakroom, I could smell fresh coffee.

“Good morning.” Clint greeted me as I walked in.

“Morning.”

“The first ferry is about to dock, which also means the day crew is arriving.”

I looked at the clock on the wall, it was just before 9 AM.

“How are the girls doing?” I asked Michelle.

“Last time I checked, about 20 minutes ago, they were asleep.” She replied.

She was dressed in her uniform again, waiting for the first ferry to arrive, so that she could head home.

“No more complaints?” I grinned.

“Oh, they complained a while more after we left them in the cells, but eventually they gave up and I suspect went to sleep.”

“Coffee?” Clint asked.

I nodded.

“The day crew will bring breakfast. I made sure to order a little extra as we have some additional mouth to fill.” Clint said, laughing.

“Not that they had nothing to chew on.” I said.

The three of us chatted while we waited for the ferry to arrive. Clint and Michelle went out to greet the crew, while I waited and sipped coffee. I had said goodbye to Michelle and thanked her for playing along.

“No problem. You got a great woman there. Keep her happy.” Michelle said before leaving.

It turned out that breakfast was good. Once done, Clint and I discussed the next steps. The day crew had taken over all tasks now. After cleaning up, we walked over to the cell block. Clint talked to Phil, the guard manning the security station in Cellblock D, about the girls in the cells.

“No worries, we’ll keep them safe.”

I wondered again how Clint could get away with what he did, but if people seemed to go along with whatever he was doing, I was fine. When Clint got called away for something, I asked Phil about it.

“We have a program where you can stay over and spend the night at Alcatraz. So, we are used to people spending the night in a cell, albeit they do it with an unlocked door. Michelle and Paula know all of us and Clint asked us before the first time they used the prison as their ‘playground’. And it works great with the crowds visiting us.”

“I remember that from the trip on the ferry getting here with Elsa in cuffs. Lots of attention.”

I wondered what three naked, bound and gagged women would do for visitor’s numbers.

“That explains why nobody interfered.” I added.

“Yes, all the guards are aware. We might not always know when it happens, but we play along.”

Clint came back and we discussed timelines. Those timelines led to me sitting in my truck, listening to the engine. Elsa and Paula were still on the island, locked up in cells. The ferry had dropped me off at the terminal and I had picked up Elsa’s clothes that were in the locker. After releasing the brake, I drove to Taylor Street, turning right onto Bay Street. Even after rush hour, traffic was still busy.

“Why am I not surprised?” I said out loud.

My GPS already updated the route and instead of the 20 minutes it should take, it told me know it would take 30 minutes to get to my destination. Not that I was in a hurry, but I did not like driving in busy traffic, as people do not consider that a semi might need some more space.

“Yeah, honk to you to.” I said when somebody honked at me for taking two lanes making the left turn onto Franklin Street, followed by a right turn, again using two lanes, onto Lombard Street.

At Richardson Avenue I followed the road leading to Presidio Parkway, putting me back on US-101. After driving through the few tunnels, I passed the pay station for traffic in the other direction and got onto the Golden Gate bridge. It is always impressive to cross the bridge. The weather was clear, mostly blue skies, and I could see Alcatraz island from the bridge.

“I wonder if Elsa is enjoying her experience.”

Elsa had no idea where I was, as she had been locked up in the cell, before I went to my bedroom. Both Elsa and Paula were hog cuffed in front of the cells, using 4 pairs of cuffs, one on their wrists, one on their elbows, one on their ankles and the last one to place them in the hogtie. Both Paula and Elsa were cuffed before Michelle was released, which caused some protest from the cuffed women. Luckily, they were still gagged. While Michelle dressed, Paula was placed on the bed in her cell and the gate, plus the two doors, were closed, leaving her in darkness again.

“Hmmppffff.” Elsa mumbled, although I had to give her credit as she did not complain more than the single grunt.

After placing her on the bed in the other cell, both cells had simple mattresses, she was also locked up in darkness too. Michelle stayed at the guard station in the cell block, while Clint and I went to the guard house. That had been several hours ago, so crossing the bridge brought my thoughts back to Elsa. Now, as I got to the other side of the bridge, I was all business again. Taking exit 442 onto Alexander Avenue, I was close to my destination. It had not taken 30 minutes, the GPS had updated a few times, but it was not that far off. I turned left onto Bunker Road, making the sharp turn that led me through the tunnel under Alexander Ave. Taking a right at Murray Circle brought me to the Coast Guard station. Turning on my four-way flashers, I walked over to the gate of the station. I did not want to get stuck in a situation where I could not get out off.

“Morning.” The guard at the station greeted me.

I handed over the tablet with the freight info.

“Yep, we are expecting that load.”

“You want me to backup into the entrance?” I asked, looking around.

“If you can, yes, otherwise if you make the left turn and park along the side on Center Road, we can bring the pallet into the station.”

“I’ll pull forward onto Moore Road and will back it up. Can I get some help?”

With help from two more members of the coast guard, one a great looking young woman, I got the trailer backed up to the entrance. It did not take long to unload.

“One down, six to go.” I said as they brought the load into the station.

“I heard you are picking up a load too.” The guard at the entrance asked me.

“Yes, but I do not know when, yet.”

“Our boat is on the way back, so it should not take long.”

It looked like Clint’s plan had worked out. He had called in a favor and the coast guard boat made the trip to Alcatraz and picked up one ‘prisoner’. Their boats regularly visited the island, but in most cases, they did not take restrained females on these trips.

“You can wait at the boat ramp dock.” The guard told me.

I walked down Moore Road and turned onto Sommerville Road, which was a public road to the Yacht Club. I sat down on the dock, looking towards Alcatraz Island and it did not take long before I could see a Coast Guard 45-foot response boat coming my way. I could not see Elsa, but I suspected she would be in the cabin. Several minutes later the boat gently bumped against the dock in Horseshoe Bay.

“Mr. Bishop?” A male Coast Guard employee asked.

“Yes.”

“We have a package for you.” He grinned.

Elsa came walking out of the cabin, making small steps. She was dressed in the orange jumpsuit she had worn before, showing a good amount of cleavage, and was sporting transportation cuffs at wrists and ankles. Two of the crew helped Elsa onto the dock.

“Thank you, John and RJ, that was a fun ride.” Elsa said to the men.

“It was a pleasure.” RJ said.

John used a key to unlock the cuffs that held Elsa captive.

“You should be as much a gentleman as these Coast Guard folks. You got a long way to go.”

After John unlocked the last cuff, Elsa hugged both men.

“Hey, what about me?” A voice from the cabin of the boat called out.

“Feeling left out, Marty?” Elsa grinned, as she walked back onto the boat and hugged the last remaining crew member.

“Thanks guys.” Elsa said as she walked up to me.

The crew got back on board and the boat left.

“Not talking to you. Where is the truck?”

“Looks like you are talking to me.” I grinned.

Elsa frowned and started to walk. From where the dock was, you could not see the semi. I walked after her and laughed as she picked the right route to where I had parked. Without saying a word, she got into the passenger side of the tractor, closed the door behind her.

“I’ll be leaving now.” I told the guard.

“Looks like she is happy to see you.” He grinned.

I nodded, before walking to the driver side, and climbed in. Elsa had closed the curtain, separating the sleeper area. I could hear her on the phone.

“Och sedan höll de mig inlåst i en cell större delen av natten.”

I had no idea who she was talking to, or what she was saying, as it sounded like Swedish. Luckily for me, I think, she did not sound mad. It sounded like she was telling about her visit to Alcatraz, as I could hear the word come up a couple of times. In the meantime, I got us back to US-101 heading North, on our way to the next Coast Guard Station at Bodega Bay. Based on the GPS, it was only about 60 miles away, just over an hour, but I was not in a hurry. Traffic was not bad, US-101 having three lanes in either direction. The view was mostly vegetation, but when we got closer to San Rafael, it got busier. Suddenly Elsa came from the sleeper and sat down in the passenger seat. She had changed from the coverall into her more customary shorts and bikini top.

“Done?” I asked.

“Yes, mom says hello.”

“You talked to your mom about your trip to Alcatraz?”

“They found photos of me on Facebook and Instagram, dressed in the prison uniform when we went on the ferry. I told them it was a job, playing an inmate. I did not tell her about what we did after the visitors left. My breasts still hurt.”

“I am sorry.”

“You could not know. And it was not bad to start with, but after a while it started to hurt. And somebody was not around when that happened.”
She gave me a look as she said that.

“I am sorry, I really are. I felt bad about it.”

“You felt so bad about it that afterwards you kept me 6 hours hogtied in one of the cells. You thought that would make it better? Or did you try to keep me tied up until I might have forgotten about it?”

I did not know what to say.

“Let me say it this way.” Elsa said. “That was not my most enjoyable moment of the trip, okay?”

I concentrated on traffic.

“If you want, we can visit the San Quentin prison?” I suggested. “It is not far from here.”

“If we do, you will be the one incarcerated.” Elsa said, before she had to giggle.

“What?” I asked.

“It was fun to see your face. It was a fun trip. I would have liked to talk more with Paula and Michelle, but that was a little hard with a ballgag in your mouth.”

“Both are great women.” I stated.

“Yes, they are. Clint is one lucky guy.”

We drove a while in silence, enjoying the views. Based on the GPS, US-101 North was going to bring us close to the station. The scenery switched from nature to cities and everything in between. Traffic slowed down occasionally, like when we passed the Rush Creek Marsh Wildlife area, which gave us time to enjoy the scenery. I filled up gas in Petaluma, and grabbed some coffee, before we left US-101 at Penngrove and turned onto Stoney Road, which led to Roblar Road. At the end we turned right onto Valley Ford Road, which became Shoreline Highway.

“A good indicator we are getting close.” I said to Elsa, who had been nodding in the passenger seat. “We have a bed, you know.”

“I know, but I do not want to sleep. There might be some more cute sailors where we are going.”

I was not sure she was teasing me or not, until she burst into laughing.

“You are so easy to tease.” She grinned.

We came up to Doran Beach Road, which led to the Coast Gard Station. The park ranger looked at the semi stopping in front of the gate.

“Have a load for the CG Station.”

“Let me call ahead.”

He disappeared into the booth for a few minutes, before he came out again.

“Okay, they are expecting you. Just follow the road.”

Which was exactly what I did.

[Caesar73]

Telling the Story backwards so to speak was a very good Idea! And the Interaction between Elsa and Jack was just great. Their relationship has really grown. And I wonder who they are about to meet ....

[GreyLord]

Elsa plays Jack like a fiddle.