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   MRWADE.126 By Master Wade

   Girls in the Woods

   Chapter Sixteen

   I followed Kathy into the room.  It was practically empty

   except for an old wooden desk and several folding chairs.  Kathyg

   walked over to the desk and bent over it, her ass facing the door,

   her elbows resting on the stained wood desktop.

   The policemen entered behind me, and seeing the adorable Kathy

   "assuming the position" without even being ordered to do so,

   immediately began removing their gunbelts.

   "Damn!  I can sure use this!", one of them said, tossing his

   hat into one of the folding chairs.

   "God, what an ass!  I get first's on the buttfuck," another one

   said, crudely.

   Kathy looked back over her shoulder and smiled.  Her hand

   moved between her legs, and I watched as her fingers slid inside

   herself.  Suddenly, it was more than I could handle.

   "No!  I'm sorry, but this isn't going to happen," I said,

   putting the coat back over Kathy's shoulders.

   "What the hell....," one of them said, obviously angry at my

   sudden change of tune.

   "Look, mister," the officer who had pulled us over said, "the

   dance was nice, but the little lady wants what we're about to give

   her, and a deal is a deal!"

   I walked over to him.  He was much larger than me, and he

   certainly had more buddies and more firepower.

   "You look, Officer.  If I tell her to do it, my little Kathy

   will run out of this room screaming rape at the top of her lungs.

   It just may be that all those other policemen out there are your

   buddies, I don't know.  But I'd be willing to be there is someone

   in that room who would believe Kathy.  But even if they didn't, I

   have an idea that my old roommate from college who is the Editor of

   the Roanoke Times now would find the whole story that we told him

   very interesting.  Now, we can go through all that shit if you

   want, or you can count yourself lucky to have had a good time up to

   this point and get the fuck out of our way."

   He stared at me, judging for himself whether I was serious or

   not.  Kathy walked up to me and took my arm.

   "I scream even better than I dance," she said, smiling.

   "Well, shit!", he said, stepping to the side, and allowing us

   to pass.

   Neither of us looked back until we were in the car and on the

   highway again.  We drove for several miles before either of us even

   spoke.

   "Pretty gutsy, Master," she said, softly, laying her hand on

   my thigh.

   "I'm sorry.  I just couldn't let them do it.  I thought I

   could, but I couldn't," I replied, still not taking my eyes off the

   road.  "I'll make it up to you."

   "No.  There's nothing to make up for.  You couldn't have done

   anything that would have made me happier."

   "But I know you wanted it."

   "As long as I thought you wanted me to want it, I did.  Isn't

   that the way it's supposed to be?"

   "You didn't really want them all to do you?"

   "It would have been exciting, I guess.  No, I know it would

   have been exciting.  But what excites me more than anything is

   doing what you want me to do, whatever that is, even if it is NOT

   doing something like that.  And especially when you say no like you

   did back there."

   "Maybe another time, another place...I don't know."

   "It's okay.  I understand.  Is the Times Editor really your

   old college roommate?"

   "Not that I know of.  We could buy a paper and check to see,

   but I really doubt it.  Do you really scream better than you

   dance?"

   "When we get back to the cabin you can take me out to that

   tree in the woods and find out for yourself."

   "Now you're talking!", I replied, but even as I said the

   words, I knew there would be no whipping post for Kathy that day.

   What I wanted was to hold her, to hold her more closely than I ever

   had before.

   "Remember, bitch," Cindi said spitefully, as she tightened the

   ropes that bound Janet to the railing of the deck, "if you tell him

   where we've gone, or even how long we've been gone, we'll get even

   with you?  Understand?"

   Janet grunted a yes through the panty-gag they had stuffed in

   her mouth.

   "I don't know if we should leave her here like this or not,

   Cindi," Sandy replied, a touch of concern in her voice.  "Suppose

   they don't come back until tomorrow?  Who knows what could happen

   to her out here all alone?"

   "She stood it just fine when she was tied to the tree in the

   woods, didn't she?  Quit worrying about it and get your bag.  We're

   out of here!"

   Sandy wasn't really sure exactly what had made Cindi decide so

   suddenly to leave the cabin, or what motivated her to force her to

   go with her, but she wasn't going to argue.  Not now, anyway.

   Maybe she should be upset by Master Wade's fondness and obvious

   partiality to Kathy, like Cindi said.  It wouldn't hurt for her to

   have a bit more time to think about it all, anyway, and she had to

   admit that she found Cindi very exciting sexually.  A few days

   alone with her wouldn't be all that bad.  Not after she calmed down

   a bit, anyway.

   Janet raised her head as much as possible and watched them

   walk up the long driveway.  She was glad to see them go, even if it

   did mean she had to be left in this condition.  Cindi was spiteful

   and ugly from the start, not sweet like Kathy or even Sandy.

   Staying tied like this outdoors wouldn't be any worse than worrying

   about what Cindi would do to her next.

   "You're heading back for the cabin?", Kathy asked, realizing

   the direction they were driving.  "I thought you wanted to go into

   the city?"

   "I did.  Maybe we can do that tomorrow.  Somehow I just want

   to get back there and let some of this morning's excitement become

   history.  Not that I didn't enjoy your dance, you understand.  You

   really surprised me.  Where did you learn to dance like that?"

   "When I was sixteen my father paid for a stripper to come to

   the house every Wednesday and coach me," she said.

   "Really?  Your father did?"

   "No, I was kidding," she said, grinning that kind of grin that

   made any serious Master start thinking of paddles and crops and

   cats of nine tails.

   I rolled my eyes and glanced out the driver's window.

   "Actually, it all came pretty naturally.  Surprised me.  And,

   I even enjoyed it.  A little bit, anyway."

   "In other words, you're not sure if I want you to say you

   enjoyed it or not, so you're hedging your bets?"

   "No, that's not it at all.  I just mean that I enjoyed it most

   when the guys were touching me."

   "You know that trip to the tree in the woods is beginning to

   sound more and more exciting to me," I said, reaching over and

   pinching her nearest nipple as hard as I could.

   "Ouch!  Okay, okay!  You want the real truth?  Is that what

   you want my darling Master?," she said, her voice dripping with

   sugar.

   "The real truth sounds very refreshing, actually," I said,

   releasing her nipple and dropping my hand to her leg.

   "It's very simple.  I've simply watched a great many movies,

   some of which had strippers in them.  I like to dance anyway, but

   that's the first time I ever tried taking my clothes off at the

   same time.  Was I really pretty good?"

   "Much better than I thought you'd be, frankly.  I must take

   you dancing sometime, assuming you'll leave your clothes on."

   "Well, I guess that's up to you, Master.  But yes, I'd love to

   go dancing."

   "And did you like for the men to touch you?"

   "You just have to know, don't you?"

   I turned my head and just smiled at her.

   "Yes.  I liked it."

   "Good.  Maybe when we get back to the cabin I'll let the girls

   touch you enough to satisfy your unresolved desire."

   "I'd like that, Master.  I'd like that a lot."

   I wasn't particularly surprised to see Janet bound to the

   railing and gagged, as we drove down the long driveway.  I did

   wonder where the other two girls were, but it didn't occur to me

   that they might have left.  Kathy showed no sign of surprise

   either, her only remark having something to do with Janet's ass.  I

   barely heard her make the comment, because it came just at the time

   I realized that Sandy and Cindi had gone.

   "Well, that's odd.  Un-gag her, Kathy.  I don't see anyone

   else here, and it looks like their bags are gone too."

   Kathy removed the panties from Janet's mouth.

   "They aren't coming back, Master," Janet said, breathing

   deeply now that her mouth was finally free of the soaked panties.

   "How long have you been out here like this?," Kathy asked, as

   she began untying her.

   "I'm not sure, but I think it's only been a couple of hours.

   I didn't know if the two of you would be back before nightfall or

   not.  But I'm glad you are."

   "Are you going after them, Master?," Kathy asked.

   "No.  Let them go.  I won't chase them.  What happened,

   Janet?"

   "I'm not sure.  They talked a lot about how you and Kathy left

   together.  I think it made Cindi more jealous than it did Sandy,

   but after a while she must have talked about it enough that it got

   to Sandy too.  They tied me up, and I thought they were going to

   spank me or whip me, because they went back in the house together.

   I waited, but when they did come out they had their luggage, and

   they walked away and didn't come back."

   "Well, we won't worry about it.  We haven't had any lunch,

   Janet, and I guess you haven't either.  How about you and Kathy

   fixing us something?  I'm really hungry."

   The girls went back into the cabin and and I sat on the bench

   on the deck, thinking over the day's events.  It had been a

   frustrating day.  Nothing had gone as I had planned for it to, and

   now half our little party had left without a word of explanation.

   It had all started out nicely, perhaps too nicely, I thought to

   myself.  Maybe it was too much to expect four women and one man to

   get along together.  Heck, it was hard enough for one woman and one

   man to get along together, sometimes.  Or two women, for that

   matter.

   Kathy walked back out onto the deck and sat down beside me.

   "Janet can take care of the rest.  You look like you could use

   some company."

   "I can always use your company, Kathy," I said.  "You know, I

   guess I made a mistake in trying to have so many people here for

   the week."

   "Oh, I don't know about that.  Everything went nicely up until

   now.  Maybe you just planned our little party to last too many

   days."

   "No, I think I was greedy.  I think I was too stupid to think

   about other people's feelings.  I just blew it."

   "Yea, I guess you did.  You just made a mistake."

   "What?", I asked, increduously.

   "I said, I guess you made a mis..."

   "I heard you!"

   "But you said it first, Master," she said, grinning that grin

   at me again.

   "What I said was, you exceptionally wonderful and sexy, but

   devastatingly frustrating WOMAN, that I blew it.  YOU said I made

   a mistake."

   Janet looked through the kitchen windows onto the deck,

   grinning at the active debate going on between us.  She was sure it

   was a debate, because she knew that no one ever argued with Master

   Wade.  Unless of course...well, unless of course, it was Kathy.

   The End

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