Hitchhiker (M/F, some F/F)

[slackywacky]

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Chapter 123

After spending a quiet night at Mendocino, we left in time to get to the Coast Guard Station Noyo River to drop off the load. The town of Noyo is connected to the much bigger town of Fort Bragg. The drop at Noyo was easy, from highway 1 we turned onto Fort Bragg – Willits Road, before heading north on South Harbor Drive, which led is to the coast guard station. Compared with the other stations, this was an easy drop off. The roads were wide and paved, the crew was business like, and we were out of there in 30 minutes flat.

“Nobody wanted you tied up.” I grinned as we drove back to highway 1.

“They do not know what they are missing.” Elsa grinned.

I laughed and looked at my Swedish beauty. She was sitting in the passenger seat, dressed in her usual shorts and bikini top, feet on the dashboard, typing on her phone.

“Texting with home?” I asked.

“Yeah. I still get asked about what happened at Alcatraz. I did not look at them myself, but according to my family, there are enough pictures of me in cuffs on Facebook and even some video clips on Tik-Tok. It is fun reading the comments.”

We had left Fort Bragg behind us after grabbing breakfast at McDonalds. CA-1 turned into a reasonable small road for an 18-wheeler, so I had to take it slow. Occasionally, when the road permitted, I pulled over so that other traffic could pass us. The road switched between trees and bushes along the road to wide open views over rivers and streams, showing the Pacific Ocean view. Route California 1 was nice to drive, especially since I was not in a hurry, but we did not see many semis on the road. I suspected most drivers would take 101, instead of 1.

“Slow down.” Elsa told me as we crossed the bridge across the Ten Mile River at Inglenook.

As there was no traffic behind me, I slowed down, allowing her to take some pictures. A little further the road made a turn towards he ocean and Seaside Creek Beach came into view. The sand of the beach reached the road, several cars were parked along the side of the road, and we saw people walking on the beach. Unfortunately, there was no spot to park the semi on our side of the road and what was available on the other side was already full.

“We’ll get to see enough beaches.” I told Elsa. “And I have another idea.”

“Oh, what?”

“Not telling, yet.”

“Meanie.”

“Yep.” I grinned.

Highway 1 kept following the coastline and we made good progress getting North, until we hit Rockport. The road was being repaved, and traffic was alternating at the construction site. As they did a decent sized stretch of road in one go, it took a little while to get past it. And CA-1 was no longer following the coastline here, so the views were not that interesting.

“I’m bored.” Elsa said after putting her phone away.

“Sorry.”

“Not your fault. You must drive. I would love to drive, but I do not have a license.”

“I don’t mind; I like driving. All you must do is being pretty.”

I grinned as I saw how she looked at me.

“Oh, there it is, the truth came out, I just need to look pretty, right? Preferably with some ropes around me? And a gag in my mouth?”

I waited for a few seconds if there was more coming…

“Jackass.”

The statement made me laugh.

“Me? A jackass?”

“Yeah you. A real human would not keep me prisoner.”

As before, I waited a few seconds. This time all Elsa did was laugh. She leaned over and kissed me on the right cheek.

“Love you.” She said softly.

“Yes, I love me too.” I grinned, which made Elsa sigh.

“Men!”

“But, if you are bored, I don’t mind tying you up for a while.”

It took only a few seconds for Elsa to make up her mind. She got up and dug out some ropes from our ‘box’. I found a spot where I could park on the side of the road. I left the engine running, but did turn on my four-way flashers.

“I have an idea.” I said, smiling. “Sit on the bed, lean against the rear wall.”

“Uh oh.” Elsa replied, grinning.

I took her right wrist and tied it to her left elbow, making sure it was tight enough to not give her much of a chance to escape. Next her left wrist was tied to her right knee.

“Interesting.” Elsa said, looking at what I was doing.

Her right ankle was next, which I tied to her left knee. It was an asynchronous tie up, which, honestly, I had made up on the spot. Her left ankle was not tied, but just by watching Elsa for a few moments, I could see that she was not going to move around much.

“Gag?” I asked.

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Okay.” I said, before I got back behind the wheel.

She looked good and it was fun watching her try to move around.

“This is fun.” Elsa told me.

“Can’t move much, can you?” I asked.

“Yes. And it feels completely different from the normal positions I end up in, like the hogtie you like to tie me in.”

I grinned.

“I’ll keep you like this until we get close to Eureka.”

“Okay.”

At Leggett the CA-1 turned back into US-101, although road wise it did not make much of a difference. A sign at the spot where we entered the 101 again stated the warning for tight curves for the next 9 miles. Instead of the ocean, which was not visible from here, we followed the South Fork Eel River. Although ‘river’ might have been an overstatement. Stream was probably better at this time of year.

“Where are we going to?” Elsa asked.

“US Coast Guard Station Humboldt Bay.” I replied.

“Duh, but I bet that was not what you meant when you said you had another idea, as we were talking about beaches. I would not mind spending some more time on a beach. Last night was nice, but it was not a real sandy beach. I’ve been to the Netherlands a few times and they have nice sandy beaches.”

“Can’t say I have ever been there. But Oregon has nice sandy beaches too.”

“At least you have been to Sweden once. I remember you telling me.”

“Maybe I’ll get to go there again. They say they have lovely women in Sweden. I would not know, never met one.” I grinned.

Elsa grunted.

“Du skulle inte känna igen en om hon stötte till dig.”

“What?”

Elsa ignored me as we followed the Redwood Highway, as the 101 here was called. It is a taxing road for a tractor trailer combination, but the weather was good, and traffic was light, and we made it to Eureka without incidents.

“Time.” I said as I pulled over.

I had to release Elsa; she had been tied for about an hour and we were close to the next drop-off point.

“Okay.”

Once she was free, she came back to the passenger seat. Highway 101 went straight through downtown Eureka, one-way streets keeping traffic separated. At R Street I made a left turn, heading for the Samoa Bridge.

“This bridge is about 2992 feet long, about 900 meters.” I told Elsa as we headed up the Samoa Bridge. “It crosses over Woodly Island and Tuluwat Island, before we reach the Samoa Dunes and Wetlands.”

“Are we coming back across this bridge?” She asked while taking pictures.

“Nope, one way trip only.”

At the end of the bridge road, I turned left onto New Navy Base Road. The road went close to the water, before crossing the peninsula from the ocean side to the inland side, passing the old Eureka airport and coming up on the left to an unnamed side road that lead to the gates of the station. Compared to the Coast Guard station Bodega Bay that had a white picket fence around the perimeter, Coast Guard Station Humbolt Bay was surrounded by high steel fences. It was a lot bigger than the other station we had been too. I stopped in front of the closed main gates. Somebody in BDU came walking up from the nearest building, opening the gate a fraction, just enough to walk through.

“How can I help you?” The man, mid-forties I figured, asked me as he approached the Mack.

I explained I had a delivery for them and showed the paperwork on my tablet.

“Oh, yes, I saw the notice. Give me a few minutes.”

He turned around and walked back, closing the gate after himself.

“Wow, talking about differences between stations.” Elsa said.

“Yeah, but I bet there is a reason for it. This base looks bigger than the previous ones we visited.”

It turned out that they were indeed bigger. The gate was opened, and I was directed to the large white building, by far the biggest building in the yard. One of the two garage doors opened, and a forklift came out. It took them very little time to move the load to the edge of the trailer before the forklift picked it up and disappeared into the building. The garage door closed again.

“Pull forward up to the rear gate and I’ll open it for you. That way you do not have to turn.”

“Thanks.” I replied and did what I was told.

“Friendly group here.” Elsa said.

“Not everybody is a bondage junkie.” I laughed.

The gate was opened, and I drove through it. The moment I was out the gate closed.

“Safe trip.”

I heard the guy closing the gate calling out. At least they were a bit friendly.

“Now what?” Elsa asked.

“We’ll head to US Coast Guard station Chetco River, our next stop.”

“Okay, so what about your surprise?”

"Hold on a minute.” I told her as I turned onto New Navy Base Road, heading north this time. At Lp Road, I turned left onto the gravel and stopped the engine.

“Come on, it is low tide, we might be able to see it.”

“See what?”

“The shipwreck USS Milwaukee that sunk here in 1917.”

I had seen a sign for the Navy cruiser memorial, and I noticed the tide was low when we drove by the water, otherwise you could not have seen the leftovers of the ship and the temporary pier that was created to scrap the ship. In the end, the story was better than the leftovers, you could see that it was a shipwreck, but that was about it. So, after a few moments we walked back to the semi.

“Sort of disappointing.” Elsa said.

“Yes, I had imagined more, but not every ship ends up like the USS Alabama.”

“At least I did not get arrested this time.” Elsa grinned.

“Nope, but you are still getting tied up until we get to your surprise.” I said, grinning as I saw her look at me.

Without saying a word, she climbed into the cab and sat on the bed, giving me the box with bondage materials. It did not take me long to wrap her up in, as Elsa called it earlier, my favorite position. Wrists and elbows tight together, ankles and knees much the same. All ropes were cinched, and the knots were nowhere close to her fingers. A simple wrist to ankles provided a snug hogtie. She could feel her heels with her fingers, but that was not very difficult for Elsa, as she was flexible. I added a gag, the usual yellow ballgag and a blindfold.

“You good?” I asked, as I looked at my favorite prisoner on the bed.

“Hmpf.”

It was all that I was going to get, as she settled down on the bed.

“Next stop… Not telling you.”

[wolfman]

I love the back and forth between Jack and Elsa on the rare occasions thag she is not gagged. I think the evolution of their relationship over the course of this story is a testament to your skill as a story teller.

Great stuff

[slackywacky]

Just noticed, Hitchhiker passed 1 million views. Thank you all!

[FabianStr2016]

That was a really beautiful chapter! Liked some good old tying on the road like the old times

[Beaumains]

Really cute interlude between the actions. I expect that soon they will stop again for slightly longer to meet some new characters.

[Caesar73]

@slackywacky I am almost amazed how easily your Chapters flow. And the lighthearted Conversation between Jack and Elsa was a wonderful read. Their Relationship has grown over Time and Jack seems more mature. They are a wonderful Pair - and I love to follow their Journey!

[LunaDog]

I might well have come late to this party, but i'm glad i'm here now. Superb!

[DGirl]

Love the beginning!

[slackywacky]

Love the beginning!

Glad you could join us

I might well have come late to this party, but i'm glad i'm here now. Superb!

No worries, still adding more chapters (once I updated my other stories)

@slackywacky I am almost amazed how easily your Chapters flow.

Almost? Geez, got to try harder

That was a really beautiful chapter! Liked some good old tying on the road like the old times

Agreed.

I think the evolution of their relationship over the course of this story is a testament to your skill as a story teller.

Glad you like my story telling.

[Caesar73]

Glad you like my story telling.

I guess we all do @slackywacky

[Boundboybarefoot]

Love this

[GreyLord]

I love Else in the Springtime. I love Else in the Fall. ...

[slackywacky]

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Chapter 124

I glanced over my shoulder to my helpless Swedish hitchhiker. Occasionally I caught a glimpse of her moving around a bit but most of the time she was just lying quietly. I followed New Navy Base road back to the 101, but not by crossing the Samoa Bridge, but following the CA-255. A single train engine, of the Northwestern Pacific Railway based on the paint job, was pulling three cars on the railroad track next to the road, also heading north. I overtook it, since it was only doing 10 mph, as we crossed the Mad River. At Arcata we turned onto US-101 again, like the train also heading north.

“About an hour.” I told Elsa, giving her an indication how long she would be tied up.

US-101 was busy this midafternoon, but it being 2 lanes in either direction made it easy to drive. Just past McKinleyville the road came close to the water again, giving great views.

“Sorry to report that you are missing some great views.” I said to Elsa.

“Hmmppfffff.” She mumbled in reply, sounding a little frustrated at being bound and gagged while there was something to see again.

“No worries. I enjoyed the views.” I laughed.

For a few moments Elsa struggled against the ropes, grunting in her gag, but it did her no good, so she stopped again. I laughed, seeing her frustrating struggles. For a while we followed the coast before the road turned more inland, which replaced the ocean view with trees on either side of the road. Big trees, as we were in Redwood territory. Which was my surprise for Elsa, although she had no clue yet. I had booked a little cabin from where we could do some horseback trails into the woods. I figured that if one is around such beauty as these trees, one should take time to visit the area.

“We’re passing Big Lagoon.” I told my prisoner. “You are really missing out on the views.”

This time there was no reaction from Elsa, or there might have been a sigh, but with the engine going that was hard to tell. Highway 101 crossed the estuary, before going from 4 lanes into 2 lanes. A sign along the road indicated that sharp turns were ahead of us, so I did what the sign said and reduced speed. Traffic backed up behind me, predictably, so I started to pull over again whenever I had a few cars behind me and a spot to pull over. It was always good to hear a quick honk when cars passed in appreciation of me pulling over.

“We’re passing Stone Lagoon. You should really come sit up front; you are missing all these beautiful views.” I teased Elsa.

The grunting and fighting against her bonds intensified, but she could not escape the ropes. I kept teasing her, as now Freshwater lagoon came up, but this time the road was between the lagoon and the ocean, with wide gravel area along the ocean side of the road were even a semi could stop, so I pulled over, crossing the oncoming lane. I stopped away from the few cars that were already parked along the coast and turned the engine off.

“Come on then, don’t you want to see the ocean? Walk with your feet in the sand?”

“Hmmppffff.”

I had no idea what she said, but it did not sound like it was a compliment for me being so kind to her.

“Okay, if you don’t want to come, I’ll go alone.”

The grunting, probably Swedish curses, amplified, Elsa was really fighting her ropes. I laughed and opened my door and climbed out of the car. It was warm outside. With the air conditioning on in the cabin you did not notice, but stepping out onto the sand, you could feel the heat. The wind was not helping, as it came from the direction of the land. I closed the driver’s door as I did not want the inside of the cabin to heat up more than needed.

“It’s warm out here.” I shouted, looking back at the truck, suspecting that Elsa would hear me.

The small area between the road and the ocean was covered in wild grass, but you could easily walk through it. Closer to the water, the tide being out, there was a large area of sand to walk on. Several people were out on the sand. Some walking their dog, others running or walking. Two women on horseback came towards me where I was walking on the sand, the horses in trot.

“Afternoon.” I greeted them as they came close.

Both women, they looked like they were in their mid-twenties, slowed their horses down. Both horses had wild patterns on them.

“Afternoon to you too.” The woman on the left said in a clear Australian accent.

“Nice horses.” I said. “Mustangs?”

“Yeah, these are mustangs. You know horses?”

The other woman, who had answered my question also had an Australian accent.

“Not really, but Mustangs are fairly easy to recognize.” I replied.

Now that I looked more closely at the women, I noticed that they looked alike.

“Yes, we are twins. I am Yarra, this is Koori.”

Yarra must have seen me look at them. Both women were dressed in riding gear. Black boots, light brown jodhpurs and light-colored t-shirts. Yarra’s t-shirt was light orange, Koori’s light blue. At least it made it easy to keep them apart. Both were wearing riding helmets, but I could see their dark blond hair sticking out from underneath.

“I am Jack.”

“Hi Jack, where are you heading to, assuming the semi is yours?”

“Portland, Oregon.” I replied, looking back at my truck. “Just taking a break along the coast here.”

“It is beautiful here. And if you get fed up with the ocean, you can follow the trails in the woods. Magnificent.” Yarra stated.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I grinned.

“We’re here for the week, visiting both the beach and woods. Have you ever been here?” Yarra asked.

“Not specifically here. Normally I do not have time to sightsee, as my loads need to get delivered. I’m lucky this time that I do have some more time.”

“It was nice meeting you.” Yarra said, her horse indicating it wanted to walk again.

“Safe journey.” Koori said, as she followed her sister.

“Thanks.”

I looked at them head north along the beach, before I walked back to the truck and opened my door, climbing into the driver’s seat. Elsa was still on the bed, having made no progress in escaping.

“How are we doing?” I asked, starting the engine.

“Hmpff.”

It was just a short grunt, and I had no idea what Elsa was trying to say. Ignoring her, I pulled back onto the 101. The cool air from the air conditioning was nice after the hot sun.

“Met some ladies from Australia.” I told Elsa. “Riding on horseback.”

For a moment I thought about saying that I behaved and did not have sex with them, but I felt like that was not for me to say as my relationship with Elsa was past that stage.

“We’re almost there.” I said.

US highway 101, also called Redwood Highway, made a turn inland, away from the coast. We drove along Redwood Creek, before crossing it at Orick. The road moved away from the creek and entered the woods. According to my navigation system, the US-101 was now also called Blue Star Memorial Highway. There was not much to see other than trees. Elsa was getting restless and tried, in vain again, to escape her bonds.

“Enjoying the trip so far?” I asked.

“Hmmppfff.”

I grinned. She probably had wanted to see the beach. Slowing down, as I was closing in on our destination for the day, I spotted the entrance I was looking for.

“We’re here.” I told Elsa after only about 10 minutes.

The sign said ‘Elk Meadow Cabins’. Yesterday, without Elsa knowing, I called the campground that I found on Google and made reservations for 2 nights. I figured Elsa could use some time away from the truck. They had 6 cabins for guests. When I had made the reservation, I had asked if they could handle an 18-wheeler, and they said it was no problem. Lindsay Worchester owned the cabins with her husband Derick. She had told me to just pull in and park at the back, I would get the last cabin of the six they rented out. So that was what I did.

“Let me go and register, I will be back.” I said to Elsa after shutting down the engine.

“Hmpf?” Elsa asked, having no idea what was going on.

Just as I wanted to get out, Elsa’s phone rang. I did not recognize the number, so I knew it was not her mother.

“We’ll call back when I’m done.” I told her, leaving her in the cabin.

I walked back to the entrance. A woman, I suspected it was Lindsay, was waiting for me at the entrance.

“You must be Jack.” She said, holding out her hand.

“That’s me.” I grinned, shaking her hand.

Lindsay looked like to be in her 50th, long grey braided hair that reached between her shoulder blades. She was wearing cowboy boots, jeans and a yellow short sleeved blouse.

“Welcome to Elk Meadow.”

“Thank you.”

I followed her inside and completed the registration process.

“I took the liberty to fill up your fridge in the cabin with some drinks and snacks. If you require anything, just ask. Only 2 of the cabins are in use, number 1 and number 2, the others are empty until next weekend.”

“Sounds perfect.”

“And the horses will be dropped off tomorrow morning around 8. Amy, the ranch owner will also include safety equipment.”

“Sounds like a plan. Than you much for being so helpful.”

“We’re just down to earth folks around here. There is not much we have not seen before. I hope you enjoy your stay. Breakfast is from 7 till 11. Lunch 11 to 2, dinner 5 to 7. After that we have snacks you can heat up in the microwave in the cabin. Laundry machines are in the back, no charge.”

“Okay.” I said, as I paid with my credit card.

“Thank you.” I said once everything was done.

“Have fun.” Lindsay said handing me the key.

I walked back towards the truck, stopping at the cabin to unlock the door. A quick look inside showed a nicely decorated cabin, kitchen, separate bedroom, living room with large screen tv and full kitchen. Leaving the door open, I walked to the truck and climbed in. Before looking after Elsa, I grabbed her phone and stuffed it in my pocket.

“Okay, time to get you out of here.” I said to Elsa, untying the rope that held her in a hogtie from her ankles.

Instead of releasing more ropes, I lifted her up, leaning her over my shoulder and carefully, as I did not want to drop her, got out of the truck. All went well, and I did not drop my lovely cargo, who had become very still while I got out the truck. I figured she knew what I was doing and did not want to make me drop her.

“Thank you.” I said once I stood on the ground.

Looking around, I did not see anybody, so I carried Elsa into the cabin, dropping her on the king-sized bed in the bedroom. She started to move around when I retied the hogtie rope, but she was in no position to really do anything about it.

“Want me to call the number back that tried to reach you just now? The country code is Sweden, so I suspect it might be family.”

Elsa nodded and I removed her gag.

“Thank you.”

I was kind of surprised I did not get a whole set of Swedish cuss words. I called the number and placed the phone next to Elsa, putting it on the speaker. I did not wait and left the bedroom, grabbing stuff from the truck, like laundry, that we were going to need. Every time I walked back into the cabin, I could hear Elsa on the phone. There was a lot of laughter and both Elsa and the person, a woman, on the other side of the call seemed to enjoy themselves. After my fifth trip to the truck, the call seemed to be over, as I could not hear anybody talking. I looked around the corner.

“Done?” I asked.

“Yes, thank you. Are you going to untie me?”

I did not answer but sat down on the bed next to her and started on the ropes holding her tied. It had been a simple hogtie, so it did not take long to completely free her. She took the blindfold of herself. I looked at her and before I could react, Elsa kissed me full on the mouth, wrapping her arms around me. Suffice to say that I reacted to her advances. It did not take long before we were both naked and kissing and hugging on the bed. My hands roaming her body, her left hand playing with my manhood and her right arm still wrapped around my neck.

“I can tell you want this.” Elsa grinned.

You had to be blind not to see that. And the other way around it was not much different. Her nipples were hard, her breathing changed, and I could feel some moisture between her legs. The sex was hot and steamy. I completely forgotten to close the doors, and I hoped nobody was near our cabin, as we were not very quiet. It felt like we both needed this, as it lasted for a while, before we laid next to each other.

“So, this is my surprise?” Elsa asked, her fingers running patterns on my chest.

“There is more, but I will tell you later. Feel like dinner?”

“Hmmm, I feel like I want more of you.” Elsa said.

Suffice to say, we never made it to dinner, but that was fine. I would give up dinner any day of the week to have sex with Elsa.

[LunaDog]

And so it continues - superbly!

[Caesar73]

A lovely chapter. How Jack teases Elsa while they diverse to the Cabin. Step by step their relationship grows. I have the feeling we will see the twins again.

[GreyLord]

Wonderful, wonderful! Who turned on the bubble machine? Life around Elsa is always so bubbly.

[Beaumains]

Elsa and Jack return to horseback riding, which has to create some interesting scenarios. As we have 5 or so new named characters, something should happen (and the duo will probably meet the Aussies again). I always like the image of a damsel in distress bound on a horse, so that seems very likely now. Good stuff!

[slackywacky]

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Chapter 125

“Vakna, du har sovit tillräckligt länge.”

Somebody was trying to wake me up, but it did not click as to what was being said.

“Huh?”

“Wake up lazy bones.” Elsa said, grinning.

She was leaning over the bed, looking me in the eyes.

“How long…”

“Probably 3 hours. You even snored for a while.”

I sat up on the bed, still naked, looking at my Swedish hitchhiker who sat down on the chair in the bedroom. Since she was wearing clothes, long jeans, a white sleeveless T-shirt and sneakers, and her long blond hair was damp, so I suspected she had taken a shower. I must have been tired after the sex and had fallen asleep. I did feel better. Looking at Elsa’s wrists and ankles, I could still see some rope marks, but they started to fade.

“Want to go for a walk?” I asked while I got dressed.

“Uh oh, what have you got in mind?”

Her reaction made me grin, and her eyes sparkled and drew me in, as usual. It took a few moments before I remembered what I was doing.

“Maybe we can go for a walk in the woods. It is almost getting dark. I have deet, so the bugs should not be an issue. I have another surprise for you tomorrow.”

“Hmm, more surprises. What is deet?”

“Bug repellent. We have mosquitoes and black flies in America. Neither of them you want biting you.”

“Okay.”

Elsa turned her head, following me around the spacious bedroom. Walking over to our bondage box as I called it, which was not where I left it, but Elsa might have moved it, I took out the leather single glove.

“You want to restrain me again?” She grinned.

“The sex was great after I kept you hogtied today, so maybe I should try again.” I said.

“Hmmm, maybe.” Elsa replied, a smile on her face.

She stood up and walked over to me, turning around and holding her arms behind her back, waiting for me to slide the smooth leather up her arms. First came the straps over the shoulders, before it was time for the laces. I took my time with the laces, making sure to make it as tight as it would go, which meant her arms were squashed together in the glove. Once satisfied with the laces, I tightened the belts around her wrists and elbows.

“Hmm, I must have left some stuff in the truck.” I said while looking in the plastic bondage box.

“What are you looking for?” Elsa asked.

“I thought I had more stuff in here. Oh well, we’ll just use this.”

Pulling out the panel gag, Elsa sighed. I knew she did not like that gag a whole lot, hence why I did not use it much. But, to her credit, she opened her mouth without complaining. I pushed the ball in her mouth, the panel covering the area from just under her nose to her chin. Maybe I could have made the strap not as tight as I did, but Elsa could do very little about it.

“Hhhmmmmppppffff.” She grunted, shaking her head to dislodge the gag.

Not that it did her any good, the gag was staying put. After putting on my shoes, I tied a rope where the shoulder straps from the single glove crossed on her chest and pulled her towards the door. Once outside I sprayed her with the bug spray, as you do not really want to do that in the building.

“Hhmmpppff.” Elsa grunted, trying to turn away from me.

The spray is not too bad, if you are used to it, but Sweden might have something else as bug protection. Once I sprayed the both of us, I grabbed the rope back and walked down a trail I had seen earlier in the day. It headed into the woods from the back of the campground. We walked slowly, not in a rush. The trail was not very difficult, but it was easy to tell it did not get walked on every day. That could also mean that there were no other people around who could see Elsa. It would be a bit hard to explain why I had a tied and gagged woman with me.

“Okay?” I asked Elsa.

“Hmpf.” She mumbled.

It did not look like the trail was an official trail, there were no markers, and I had no idea where it was heading to, but it was pleasant to walk. A light breeze cooled things down, plus the shade of the trees helped too. The trees, Redwoods, were tall. None of the tree trunks were big enough to drive a car through, as were some of the more popular Redwood trees, but they were all tall. There was not that much lower vegetation around once we got on the trail. There were birds around and occasionally you could hear something scanter away, small animals. We walked, following the twisting and turning trail, for 30 minutes or so.

“Want a rest?” I asked Elsa, who nodded.

We sat down on the ground, resting against some Redwood trees. Looking at my phone, I could see where we were compared to the campground. We had made a turn and were heading in the direction of one of the official trails. After a 15-minute break, which we spent in silence, in Elsa’s case due to the gag, I helped her up. Before she could react, I pulled her t-shirt up, exposing her breasts.

“Nice.” I grinned, trying to kiss them but she pulled away.

“Hmmppff.”

“Oh hush. You have no say in the matter.” I grinned, grabbing her breasts with my hands.

She tried to push away again, but I grabbed the rope and started to pull her along. My guess that we were heading towards one of the official trails in this area was correct, as after another 20 minutes we got to a more widened trail. The official trail was wide enough to get horses through, which was not possible on the trail that we started on.

“Hmmppfff.”

Elsa seemed reluctant to get off the smaller trail and walk on the wider one. I suspected she did not really want to be seen in bondage with her breasts exposed.

“Come on.”

She pulled back on the rope. I checked the GPS on my phone to make sure we walked towards the main road. At first I had decided to walk back the same way as we came, but it was getting dark, and the exit of this trail was only a mile away from the camp. I should have brought a flashlight.

“Walk.” I said, stepping back and hitting her on her rear end.

“Hhhmmpppffff.” She grunted, looking angry at me.

“I told you to walk.” I said, pulling on the rope.

She was still not happy and kept pulling back. Raising my hand to smack her again made her consider and she started to walk. The chances of meeting anybody on this trail were higher than the trail we started out on, but it seemed we were in luck, or not depending how you looked at it, as we saw nobody on the trail.

“Nice evening for a walk.” I said.

It was nice, but getting darker made it a little harder to walk. We took it slowly, mainly to make sure Elsa got time to get her footing in order. It took another 20 minutes to make it to the edge of the forest. I understood why Elsa stopped when we got there, as in front of us some 200 yards away was US-101, and there was still a decent amount of traffic on it. Walking to our cabin along the road without anybody seeing my sweet prisoner would be impossible.

“We could walk back.” I suggested, which resulted in a firm grunt from Elsa.

“Okay, not a good idea.” I laughed.

She turned around and indicated with her head that I should untie her, but I was enjoying myself too much to do that. Although it would solve the issue of how to get to the cabin without being seen.

“Nope, not happening.” I said.

I spotted a possible solution, as I noticed that there was a strip of grass along the edge of the woods. I did not know how long it would last, but I figured we would give it a chance. I could always untie Elsa, but if I could keep her prisoner a little longer, that worked for me.

“Hmmppffff.” Elsa grunted as I pulled her along the tree line.

There was one advantage, since we were no longer in the trees, the evening sky allowed us to see a little more. Just enough to be able to follow the tree line. As before, I took it slow, I did not need Elsa to fall, but we made good progress. With the tree line getting closer to US-101, the chances that somebody would notice us got bigger, but the road was not that close, and we were just shadows against a tree line, so I was not too worried.

“Almost there.”

We were lucky and made it all the way to the campground without being detected. I could see my rig just a hundred yards away. I did notice somebody walking around, but did not recognize the person. It looked like they were walking a dog. I grabbed Elsa, pressed her back against me with one hand, while I clamped my other hand over her gagged mouth.

“Hush.” I whispered.

We were still along the tree line, I even stepped in a little more, making us almost invisible. Elsa was struggling playfully. The person on the campground, which was lit with a few lights, slowly moved around the area, passing our cabin and going around the semi, before walking back to the first cabin. I could see the door open and close. Nothing else moved and we were, as far as I could see, alone again.

“Good girl.” I grinned as I let go of Elsa.

“Hmmppfff.”

I had no idea what she meant. Standing together waiting for the person to go away, she had been rubbing my dick in my pants with her encased hands, and I was still aroused.

“Maybe I should give you a reward.” I grinned. “Kneel.”

Elsa gave me a quick glance and hesitated a moment before kneeling on the grassy floor. I undid my pants and got out my member, ready for Elsa to suck on it. I undid the gag, pulled it out and stuffed my dick into her mouth.

“Don’t you dare bite me.” I said. “Or you will be spending the night in these woods.”

I could hear a little grin as she was giving me a blow job. She took it slow, playing with her tongue, thrusting my dick in her mouth. I left her creating her own rhythm. She was good, as she kept me aroused for some time. Finally, I could not resist any longer and I came, squirting into Elsa’s mouth. She swallowed it all and used her tongue to clean up. It took me a moment to recover, and I almost missed that Elsa got up and started to make her way to the campground.

“Oh no you don’t.” I said as I grabbed her.

Before she could say something I jammed the ball back into her mouth, effectively gagging her.

“Hhhhmmmmpppppppfffffffff.” She grunted, sounding unhappy.

“You stay here.” I said, as I needed a moment to pull my pants up.

However, the moment I looked down at my pants, Elsa saw her opening and ran off again and this time I was too late grabbing her. Still struggling with my pants, it took me a few more moments to get everything in place, before I could run after her.

“Come here you.” I called out, but Elsa just laughed and kept running, having a good lead.

I was surprised with the speed she ran, having her arms locked behind her back in the single glove. I was afraid she would fall, but she managed to get onto the campground without hurting herself. I was getting closer, not being limited by my arms being locked behind me.

“Stop.” I called for her but was ignored.

To my surprise she ran by our cabin, towards the other cabins. I followed her, wondering what she was up to. When she reached the second cabin, she stopped and tried to open the door, but the single glove prevented her from working the door handle. The closer I got, the more frantic she tried to open the door.

“What are you up to?” I asked when I reached her. “Who is in here?”

Elsa pointed her head towards the door, trying to tell me to open it.

“Want me to open it?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Who is in here?”

Elsa laughed; the sound being distorted by her gag. She pointed her encased hands towards the door.

“Okay, let me open it.”

I turned the knob, the door was not locked and opened it. Elsa ran in, headed for the bedroom. Slowly following her, looking around, I could see the cabin was being used since there were clothes everywhere.

“Okay, what is going on?” I ask following Elsa into the bedroom.

Elsa grinned as I stepped into the room.

“Oh my. What is going on?” I said, looking surprised.

[nate4767]

Interestinggg, I can't wait to find out what was in the cabin, great story as always

[Beaumains]

Interesting addition. I like the tie up through the woods, but I am worried a little bit about the relationship between Elsa and Jack. Was Jack pushing Elsa again? She seemed kind of uncomfortable before the blowjob. Also, nice twist at the end.

[wolfman]

Excellent as always, cannot wait to see what she has set up for him.

[Caesar73]

Excellent as always, cannot wait to see what she has set up for him.

Me too! Elsa getting the better of Jack was just fun to read!

[laz]

You are the king of the surprise endings. Looking forward to seeing who is there

[FabianStr2016]

Was nice reading the new chapter, it got some new focus, from the more specific described sexual parts to a cliffhanger - can’t wait for you to continue!

[tickletied84]

Ooh, a great update. Is it the return of a previous character, or a new one - waiting with bated breath for the reveal!