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Chapter 3: The Journey
He now told them to put their shoes and socks back on because they had some hiking to do. Simone bent at the waist to put on her shoes. She was obviously quite flexible. Her long back was parallel to the ground although quite high off the ground due to her long legs. David was tempted to go behind her to view her ass but he didn’t. There was plenty of time to examine her butt. Patricia squatted down to put on her shoes. This caused her tits to rest on top of her thighs. Her tits spread out and it made a nice combination of great thighs and great tits, momentarily joined together.
After they had secured their shoes, David told them to both put their hands behind their back. Then his horse slowly walked behind them, David dismounted, and snapped plastic ties around their wrists. He stepped back and admired the rear view of the two cunts. It was a view! Both asses were superb. Simone’s spread wide, was smooth as velvet and cried out to be handled. Patricia’s wasn’t too wide but it protruded mightily from her back to produce an alluring shelf over her perfect thighs. There was just a slight hint of down just above the crack of her ass. On any other women it would have been a distraction. On her, it was a nice accent to a crack that cried out to be spread.
David then produced a shorter rope, about seven feet in length. It had a loop in each end. He dropped a loop over each of their heads and cinched the loops tightly around their neck. They were now joined, naked, hands secured behind their backs, tits poking temptingly straight out due to the hands being pulled tightly behind them.
Thus began the journey. David in front, Patricia next in line, followed by Simone. He began with a leisurely pace down the middle of the dirt road. The girls could easily keep pace. Although there was a comfortable amount of slack in the ropes, they found it somewhat disconcerting to walk with their hands secured behind their backs and with their nudity available to nature’s sun and breeze. Their tits did seem to bounce more than they would have liked although there seemed to be nobody to see them. David did not even bother to turn to look at the beauties. He knew he would have plenty of opportunity to see every inch of their bodies.
Simone could not seem to take her eyes off of Patricia’s ass, jiggling in front of her. They were good friends but they had never seen each other naked. In fact, Simone had never seen a female ass this close and for this length of sustained time. She found it interesting to see the muscles ripple beneath the thighs and then roll up to cause each ass cheek to tighten up somewhat as that particular set of muscles was used. Simone had never entertained lesbian thoughts but she did find this view of a good ass to be quite intriguing.
This slow pace was maintained for about twenty minutes. The girls certainly were feeling emotional strain at their plight. However, they were both in good physical condition and they did not feel any physical strain. Then, it changed. David squeezed his knees into the horse’s sides and the pace quickened.
Now the girls had to walk quite fast. The pace was not quite fast enough to cause them to break stride but it was almost too fast to walk comfortably. The sun was higher in the sky, the southern humidity was establishing its priorities, and the cunt’s bodies began to glisten with perspiration. Also, their tits and asses were now bouncing quite vigorously. Both of them were joggers but they couldn’t find a rhythm due to the fastenings of their hands and the loops around their necks. There was now no slack in the ropes and they were feeling stress – both physical and emotional – as they tried to keep from falling.
Then he picked up the pace even more. They now were trotting and completely off balance. Also, the road was not smooth and they were fearful of falling and being dragged. Their bodies were quite wet with sweat – and – quite sexual. Sweat drops were running down their tits and flying from their nipples. Rivulets were flowing down their flat tummies and their pubic hair was shiny with moisture.
After thirty minutes of this pace they were gasping for breath and begging for relief. Graciously (they thought) he slowed to the original walking pace. But then he moved his mount into the ditch. It sloped down quickly to a depth of almost a foot. They managed to keep their feet as they stumbled down into the continuous valley. The ditch was completely overrun with thorny weeds and small evergreen trees. Now their legs and hips were being attacked by thorns that felt like a million razors. The trees were about five feet tall and their prickly branches were slapping the girls in the face. They were now crying openly. Branches would brush against Patricia and then rebound viciously against Simone. Simone was incensed. She began cussing Patricia, telling her to watch what the hell she was doing. Patricia had her own problems. Somehow, David seemed to be able to steer them in such a way that three foot high vegetation was between her legs, whipping her pussy ferociously.
Their bodies were covered with scratches. Their sweat was rolling salty liquid into the fresh wounds. They were gasping for breath. Gasping to suck in oxygen to replace what they were expending. Gasping to enhance the sobs that seemed so necessary to their plight.
Then, things became worse. David guided his steed off of the road, through some underbrush and directly into the middle of a shallow, mountain stream. He began moving the horse slowly upstream. Now the girls were in icy cold water that came about halfway up their shins. Plus the stream bed was nothing but small rocks that made walking treacherous, especially with their hands not available for balance. Their legs quickly became freezing numb and their feet kept slipping from stone to stone. They were now begging for relief from their plight.
David turned in the saddle and noticed that their nipples looked hard enough to cut glass. Their lips were trembling. Water was splattering up to their cunt hair and then dripping in multiple droplets from between their legs.
Patricia said that the cold water made her have to pee. Mercifully, he stopped. They stood there trembling.
David said, “Pee!”
Patricia was shocked at the thought.
“Can’t I have some privacy!” she begged.
He replied, “Certainly, turn your back to me.” And he snickered.
She knew there was no leverage for bargaining. She turned, squatted, and let out a solid stream of piss into the cold water. She didn’t even like to think about what was splattering up on to her bottom.
Simone at first couldn’t believe it. Then she decided to offer moral support. She, too, turned, squatted, and began pissing a huge stream of yellow gold.
David thought, “They are beginning to realize who is in control.”
As they both stood with droplets falling from their pubic hair, he yanked on the rope and began trotting up the stream. They moved quickly but not quickly enough. Patricia fell full on her front and her neck rope, in turn, pulled Simone into the stream. Now they were lying in the cold, running water and began sputtering and choking and coughing.
David kept tension on the rope and watched them rolling sensually in the water. Finally, they stood, shaking. Their bodies were each one big tableau of goose bumps. They appeared to have reached the end of their endurance. Snot was rolling freely from each of their noses. Since they could not wipe, it dripped on to their once-proud breasts, down through their belly buttons, and on into their cunt hair. Their self-pride was now completely destroyed. Mercifully he led them out of the stream, up a path that was completely hidden unless one knew of its location.
Two more miles and they arrived. The girls were a wreck – both physically and emotionally. They knew they would be raped. They hoped they would not be killed. They pondered their fates as they saw for the first time their future home.
It was a large structure completely hidden by a mask of huge trees. It was surrounded by a stockade fence that blended into the topography. David owned over 500 acres that completely surrounded his winter home. He pressed a remote and a gate slowly opened into the yard of the stockade. He again pushed a button and a large door opened in the side of the house and the cunts were in their future den of iniquity.
He took the rope that joined their necks, raised it and looped the middle of it over a hook in the wall. This pulled them together and almost on to their tiptoes. They were secure. David stood back and admired his acquisitions. He wished that LardAss were here to help in his training of these two wonderful bitches.
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