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The Other Party, Part III:
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Jul 31, 2011 11:40 am
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Soon, Joanie got into a canoe with the men. She had to sit in the middle, cramped between the dry bags and the cooler, and she had to leave her own gear behind in Tim’s canoe. She thought about leaving a note, but she had nothing to write with and did not wish to reveal her apprehension. As she stepped over the gunwale, she took a deep breath and hoped that she would see her stuff, the men she came here with, and her home again. She sat down on the floor of the boat and hugged her knees as they pushed off into the Colorado.
Joanie was gazing off at the scenic beauty of the canyon as the men paddled downstream. After a while, they paused and drifted while they drank some cool water. From behind her, Joanie felt strong hands reaching over her shoulder to pinch a nipple as she sat in her cut-off shorts and thin tank top in the center of the canoe.
After a short water break, the men continued paddling, chatting among themselves in German, as she sat silently enjoying the ride and anticipating the evening’s debauchery. As she fantasized about serving all seven men, her mind drifted back to her initiation into serving the Thursday night book club. She had been bound to a device on all fours and had all three orifices penetrated and fucked by about 20 men, for a whole night. By morning, she was changed person, committed to sexual servitude as a way of life. She looked forward to nightfall.
After several more hours of sitting on the cramped floor of the boat, Joanie saw the men talked in an animated fashion and pointing to shore. She saw nothing but a slim strip of sand, but they steered the boats towards the shore and pulled them up out of the water. She was wobbly as she stood, but managed to hop out into the rocky sand. The men moved off into the bushes to pee and Joanie did the same. She had no toilet paper, so she merely squatted in the bushes and wiped her shaven cunt with her hand. Afterwards, she looked at the men who were grinning and staring at her. The tallest one grabbed her by both wrists and pulled her to a kneeling position. H then unzipped, pulled out his soft cock and gestured. Joanie sighed and took the warm sweaty organ into her mouth. She sucked and licked until it rose, slightly. She felt hands on the back of her head and worked her mouth to stiffen the cock, but to no avail. After a while the man sighed. She looked up into his eyes, but he just pulled out and zipped up. She knelt on the sand and sucked each man’s cock but of the four, only two got very stiff and only one actually came. After about 30 minutes, they all got back in the boat and continued down the river.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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The Other Party - Part II
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Jul 31, 2011 10:48 am
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Joanie cried out in fear and pain and tried to lift her head to look around for Mark, Jeff and Tim. The four men surrounding her laughed and held her down, running their hands over her back and over her face as one thrust roughly into her anus. Soon he let out a long sigh and she felt the pulsation of his cock as he held her tight and released his load deep inside her rectum. When he pulled out, another man stepped behind her and pulled her up by both hips. He rammed her slippery gaping anus with a single powerful stroke and continued, tightly gripping her hips and pulling her into him as he thrust deeply inside her with his engorged manhood. One man had retreated and was lying on the sand in front of Joanie, watching her rough treatment with a grin, while the other two were pinching, stroking and slapping her face, breasts, neck and back as their friend used her ass. When all four men had used Joanie to their satisfaction, they all went into the icy water to wash off and cool down, then they lay on the beach to relax.
Except for her whimpers and cries, Joanie had not spoken since her initial questions were ignored. Now, have satisfied all four of her captors and seeing them appear more relaxed, she tried again. “What happened to the men I came here with?” she asked.
The man with the German accent laughed, “Oh, your friends said they wanted to hike up the canyon to a waterfall. They said it was a very strenuous hike and asked if we could keep an eye on you until they returned. They told us you are a whore they bought for the trip and that we should feel free to use you as we pleased this afternoon. I guess you might say they sold you for their supper. We have plenty of good food and will camp with your party tonight. You will come with us downstream to the campground, where we will prepare dinner for eight. Your friends will enjoy their scenic hike, then join us for dinner. I think we will have quite the party tonight!”
Joanie was shocked. The story sounded plausible..after all, they could only use her so many times in one day and it made sense to try to get a free dinner..even the rigorous hike made sense in these rugged and steep canyons, given her wardrobe..but she had no proof. What reason did she have to trust these strange men who had throat-fucked her into unconsiousness and then used her roughly and painfully without even asking?
She fell silent and thought about her situation. She could protest and be left behind, or worse, or she could assume that they were telling the truth and go along with their plan. She decided this was the best choice, and that this was a grand adventure that she could not control.
Joanie smiled at her four new friends and said “When do we leave?”
TO BE CUNTINUED...
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