THE END OF THE TRAIL

THE END OF THE TRAIL

The Author’s note:  Beginning from 02 July 08, this is already my tenth story.  It’s also my final. I’ve had a couple months with some spare time on my hands, now it’s time to move on, more important things to do.  Having never before written, much less submitted a story of any kind, I would like to take a moment to thank the readers who took their time to click onto my ramblings these last, past few weeks.  I typed my first story on a lark, and just like the first, all my stories since, have been instantaneous thoughts; most chapters typed out in a couple hours or so while enjoying a brewsky or three… And sometimes it obviously showed.  I’ve irritated more then a few with the formatting, grammar, etc. (Sometimes I must admit… on purpose) But, for whatever reason most of my tales, a couple even rather harsh, have received, to me, a satisfying amount of clicks (which doesn’t mean they were necessarily read of course.)  Still, I feel it must have attracted more then a few interested readers, even with my obvious shortcomings.  And, again to the more prolific severe critics, especially to just the couple of wanna be Siskel’s and Ebert’s (Who have given me a few chuckles) It’s a lark, it’s free, get over it!... Like the rest of the contributing participants on this site, I didn’t get paid and I don’t write professionally… Do You?!   Then again to the overwhelmingly rest of you, THANKS!

PS… Occasionally, if an existing tale or so seems to still be somewhat popular, I may pop a tab off an adult beverage and take a few moments to toss in an extra irritating chapter or two… To tie up some of the many loose ends.

Thanks again, J LEWIS… And for now, below is appropriately…..  

THE END OF THE TRAIL

       Avid riders, experienced, self confident they’ve on more then one occasion ridden the trails together, alone.  Today is one of those occasions.  Riding one of the longer trails close to the foothills, they ride across what appears to be a county sign warning of a temporary blockage further ahead, guiding them to one of the older, seldom used trails.  Just around its first bend, they come upon a dismounted horse, an unconscious man off to the side lying face down.  Quickly dismounting, they kneel over the man to check for injuries.

       Flipping him over, he turns toward them, a revolver in one hand, handcuffs in the other.   In moments both their hands are tightly cuffed behind their backs.  Forced back up across their saddles and threatened with mouth gags if either utters a single word, they wait as he takes a couple minutes to prepare the horses.  Mounting his, their horse’s leases in hand, he rides to the temporary sign, stuffs it in his saddle bag.  Returning to the longtime unused trail and blocking it from sight with brush; he takes their horses in tow for what’s to be a couple hour ride.

        A few minutes pass by before thick sporadic raindrops begin to fall from a not too far off thundershower brewing from the west as they continue toward that general direction.  Glancing back toward the brush dragging from behind the horses, covering their tracks, smiling to himself how well their plan’s already working out, he enjoys the relief from the heat.

       An hour or so into the ride, he removes the brush dragging from the horses as the showers have turned into a steady, light rain.  Taking the time, removing a couple black scarves from his saddlebag, he quickly ties one across the eyes of each woman.  All three riders pretty well soaked, the summer heat’s still stifling along the wooded trail as the terrified women have  remained virtually silent with the help of his occasional threatening bark with each of their whimpering sounds.

       Another half hour, they arrive to the end of the trail, to a seldom used service road for the power company. The other side has a locked gate to a rear access to his vast landowning, a black F-350 Super Duty 4x4 dually truck, with a four stall horse trailer attached and open, waiting, the trailer’s tailgate lowered, scrapping the gravel of the service road.  Unlocking the gate he forces the women to remain mounted as he stretches, relaxes in the steady drizzle, his heart a little accelerated from the thrill of his abduction of the pair of women, the excitement of the hunt and capture without any assistance as he gazes across his meadows and pastures, then back to the forest behind them.  Leading the horses into the trailer, dismounting a woman one at a time, he snaps the wall mounted cuffs to theirs, leaving them in the trailer as he closes it, then the gate to the access road.

       Driving across the gravel entrance, finally onto his property’s work road, he continues toward their destination for another quarter hour, driving slowly, the wipers gently swiping back and forth across the windshield as he passes his expansive Manor house, continuing to his old, civil war vintage barn back in his secluded woods.

        

       

Chapter One… The Beginning Of The End

       He watches the glossy sheen of the cold steel blade reflecting under her quivering chin as he slowly slides the razor sharp tip upwards from her inverted navel, across her rippling abs as she struggles not to take a breath.  As the tip of the double edged stiletto switchblade leaves the faintest trail, barely scrapping across the glistening flesh of her hollowed stomach, he stares across her obviously terrified face.  The redness, puffiness shields the dark brown of her widened eyes as they dart back and forth, directly into his.  Begging, pleading with guttural, raspy moans escaping her silk panties stuffed in her mouth, spreading her lips, he ignores her whining.

       Arms crossed behind her arched back with her wrists still painfully cuffed, an old brown leather dog collar’s also been affixed around her throat.  Her thick, braided strand of long dark hair sways across the twine of hemp rope attached to the back of the collar.  The rope tautly stretching past the valley of her back, attached to the eyelet in the top of a silver butt hook impaled deep inside her stretched rectum, causes her back and shoulders to painfully bow.

       Her trembling body, bound and twisted, glistens from being soaked from the thundershower and now the perspiration from the confines of the muggy barn stall.  The hot, summer rain still patters across the old rusty metal roofing high above the aging timbers supporting the barn’s more then hundred year old structure.   Blindfold removed, slowly being stripped naked from her soaked clothing, her breasts still stretch against a snug French cut, white laced bra while her tortured body forms an erotic serpentine stance, her knees also slightly bending as she struggles to keep her balance in her pair of black leather knee length riding boots standing in the disheveled hay and dirt.

       Sliding the blade against her sternum, under the narrow strap holding the pair of D cups together, he gives the knife a quick flick, backwards.  The low lacy cups separate, almost slowly as her rounded, already overflowing melons part the satin material, exposing the inner halves of her mounds, her dark areolas partially exposed, the nubs of her nipples still being gripped by the clinging material as her breasts spread further outward toward her arched shoulders.

       Reaching behind, again flicking the blade, he slashes the wider strap crossing her back, the right cup dropping to the floor, the left cup still clinging across her quivering breast.  Glancing down toward her nearly naked chest, he jabs the tip of the blade into the edge of the remaining damp material.

       “Aaaggghh!!”  Yelping as she feels the very point barely poking into her areola just under her nipple, she glances frantically downward as he flicks the remaining half of the bra off her now bare chest, the slightest driblet of blood dripping off her nipple.

       “I warned you over and over to remain still, not to move, didn’t I?”  He grins as he slides his free hand across her thrust out mounds, the size of ripe grapefruits, spread apart, standing out from her trembling chest.  “It’s just a nick, don’t worry!”

       Glancing across toward the mound of mildewing straw in the corner of the stall, her wet riding clothes cut to shreds by his knife and piled in a loose heap on top of her black, hard shelled riding cap, she slowly shakes her head toward her bound handcuffed friend sitting against another post, across from the clothes, watching, terrified.

       Slipping his closed blade in his jean’s rear pocket, placing his hand on the upper curve of her hip, he slowly twists her around, completing a circle, giving her body an overall glance.  “Damn, nice rack….Shaved cunt too… Even tan…. You obviously work out…Probably in a gym in front of a bunch of guys, huh?”  He smirks as he continues to spread his fingers across her bare flesh, from her breasts down to between her thighs.

       “Okay, come over here.” He orders, gripping her hair in his fist, tugging her toward a thick, wooden beam toward the center of the barn’s floor, rising to the roof.  Roughly tugging her braid of hair, he unties the end of the rope from the collar stretched to the butt plug.  Forcing her to bend forward with her head downward, he presses the top of her head down into the dirt floor against the base of the structure’s main beam, lifting her elbows upward and straightening her arms against the post.  Wrapping a strand of hemp rope around the beam and her cuffed wrists, he ties it off pressing her back against the grayish, gnarled wood, barely damp from water trickling down its length, seepage from the dilapidated roof.  Her body bowed double, her breasts practically dangle in front of her upturned face as her hips spread painfully apart.

       Gripping the swaying strand of rope from the butt hook, jerking upwards against the wooden post, lifting, tugging her ass cheeks higher until she’s tiptoeing in her boots, he wraps the rope a couple loops around an old ten penny nail just above her cuffed wrists and ties a knot.  Leaning down and flipping a short length of rope around each boot, tugging both back behind the beam, he ties that rope, forcing her boots to spread, straddle the beam, her flushed face and swaying breasts framed almost impossibly upside down between her tautly stretched legs,

       As he steps out of her sight, she struggles, twists, gasps for breath through the mouth gag of her wadded panties as the wooden timber scraps against her back’s bare flesh.  Lightheaded, everything upside down as her eyes dart back and forth across the empty barn, she hears a swishing, almost whistling sound, coming from beside her….  “Thwack!!!!

       “Oomph!!”  A jolting pain not unlike a red hot poker sears across her spread, impaled buttocks, just above her gapping, hollowed slit and just under the jerking ass hook.  Her body grinds against the beam, splinters scrapping across her trembling backside as her breasts smack together above her startled face.

       A bright red welt instantly spreads excruciatingly across both her butt cheeks as he scoffs, “That’s just a taste of what’s to come!”  Stepping toward her, patting her rounded rump across the fresh welt, he flips the handle of the black leather bullwhip around, jamming it straight downward between her spread vulva, stretching the gapping folds of her labia. “Hold this for me!”  He scoffs with a grin as he rams two, three times until several inches of the thick handle engulfs her stretched vagina, nearly brushing against the metal butt hook jerking at her expanded rectum as the end of the whip hangs down, coiling across the dirt floor.

        Stepping toward the mound of ruined clothing, he glances over at the other nearly hysterical, painfully handcuffed woman, adding, “Time to get you out there with your friend, huh?”

       Swinging a partially broken wooden door open on its last squeaking hinge, he momentarily disappears before reentering toward the other woman with another old dog collar and rope in hand.  Standing her upright as she’s still fully clothed in her wet riding apparel, he leads her toward the center of the barn, her eyes widening as she stares toward her now naked friend’s obscenely bent double position. Her stomach quivers, almost nauseated as she stares at the matching red welts rising across her friend’s hooked buttocks with the whip jammed in her exposed vagina while her bare breasts dangle, brushing across her upturned chin.

       Practically dragging her toward her friend, he forces her to kneel beside the same beam.  Fastening the dog collar around her throat, he ties a length of rope a few feet long from its rear eyelet, tying the other end around the base of the wooden beam.

       “I’ve got a couple things to take care of.”  He nods toward both women.  “I’ll be back shortly to continue with our little get together…. I want you both just the way you are when I get back!”  Again patting the naked rump thrust up toward him, running his fingernail across a red welt, he grins as he turns and walks toward the front of the barn.

       Hearing the barn door shutting, followed by the trailer ramp shutting, the diesel truck starting and driving away, the women realize they’re momentarily alone.  Glancing down toward her friend’s swollen and reddened face, the clothed woman twists until she can use her fingers to tug at her friend’s stuffed panties, finally yanking the gag from her yawning mouth.

       “Oh God!... Oh my God… Linda!”  The bound woman grunts as her widened eyes dart from the barn door back to her.  “I… I can’t breathe…Oh God!!!  Look… Look what’s he done to me!!!... Oh God!.. It hurts… Hurts so bad!!!... I’m bent in two!... Ohh God help me”

       Twisting, still kneeling, rubbing her wrists painfully back and forth in the tight handcuffs, the clothed woman glances up from her friend’s pleading face, muttering, “Oh Kathy… Oh God… I’m so… So sorry!”  As she still can’t help starring toward the whip handle and butt hook jammed into her friend’s orifices she adds, “What… What else is he going to do to you?... To both of us when he gets back?”

       “Oh, God, look what he’s already done to me!!!... Get that damn thing out… Out of me… Now!”  Kathy begs, trying to glance up past the dangling whip to its handle as she cranes her neck, glancing upwards between her grotesquely spread thighs.  “God!  Pull it out… Out of there!”

       Struggling to stand from her knees, turning and twisting, Linda backs against Kathy’s thrust out butt cheeks, grips the whip’s handle between her fingertips.  Almost falling backwards, she accidently rams it deeper in.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!”  Kathy screams, her breasts bouncing in front of her face as her hips tremble, the thick shaft stretching at her vagina walls, pushing toward her womb.

       Gaining her balance, barely able to retract the whip’s thick stock upward more then an inch or so at a time from behind her back, each short jerk and she slides her fingers back down across the puffy flesh of Kathy’s spread labia lips, pressing against her vulva to grip the handle. Forcing it partially back inward each time causing Kathy’s spread butt cheeks to ripple, she whimpers, groans, “God… Oh God!!!... Ouch!... Careful!!... Agghhhh!”

       A half dozen or more jerks and the glistening handle ‘plops” from Kathy’s stretched vagina as she lets out a relieved moan, glancing toward the glistening, sticky leather handle.  Realizing it must have been at least ten or more inches inside of her naked body, her eyes widen as she moans, “Oooohh!... Oh my God!”

       Dropping the whip, glancing around, Linda’s eyes dart toward the occasional slanted openings between the barn’s wooden surfaces.  Still raining, semi-darkness seems to spread evenly around all four corners of the barn, nothing but the sounds of the raindrops pattering across the old metal roof filling the air, the rest just silence.  Glancing back down toward Kathy’s bound body, her nearly ripping rectum and her gapping vagina visibly twitching between her trembling thighs, Linda twists, leans across a wooden rail and dry heaves, barely able to spit as her stomach churns from the sheer terror racing through her mind.

       Again turning and kneeling, she leans her back against the hard wood of the post, listening to her friend’s sporadic breathing, whimpering, and the raindrops.   Not even wanting to allow herself to again glance toward her friend’s horrendous predicament, turning her head, she hears the sound of the diesel in the distance again approaching.

       “Oh God… Linda grunts, “He’s back!”  Attempting to stand, again almost falling, she stands facing toward the front of the barn as the truck’s engine gives the normal diesel sputtering sound, shuts off, shortly followed by a slamming door.  Holding her breath, the light of the barn door opening is quickly followed by the creaking of the old hinges as he again enters the barn.

       Dry clothes, blue jeans and a black ‘Everlast’ tank top on his thick muscled, tanned body, glancing around, he slowly shakes his head.  “What did I say when I left?  He scolds as he steps in front of Kathy, picking up the whip and panties, holding them together in one hand, reaching out.  “You do this?”  He demands, staring toward Linda.  “Did you?”

       Her eyes darting back and forth, from his hand to Kathy’s spread slit, back to his hand, she mutters, “Ye… Yes… I… I did, I took them out!”  Lowering her eyes, her heart pounding, the sound of his threatening voice again has her on the verge of throwing up.

       “Okay, I guess you don’t think you have to pay any attention to me, huh?”  He scolds as he flips the whip and panties off to the side, toward the beam.  “Okay!”  He continues as he steps around Linda, unlocking the cuffs.  Understand something… You do exactly as I say or I’m going to nail you to that post by your tits after I strip you… Understand!”

       Her knees almost buckling, her flushed face beading sweat, as her wrists are uncuffed, she mutters, “Oh my God!...Oh… God, don’t!   Please…Please!”

       “Okay then!”  He answers, stepping around her, staring at her as he kneels against the sideboards of an old stall.  “Strip…Strip naked for me, right now!”

       “Ohhh… Plea….” She starts to whimper; covering her chest with her arms, glancing toward her friend’s tortured body, naked and bound to the post as she stares back from between her legs.

       “Damn it!  What did I just tell you?” He scowls.  “Either fucking strip, or I’m getting the hammer and nails!” Starting to stand, he just glares straight into her welling eyes.

       “Okay!... Okay!”  She blurts, again lowering her head, gripping her chest under her crossed arms.  “I’ll… I’ll strip, but God, please….Don’t do that to me…Please!”

       “That’s better.” He smirks, again kneeling, pointing.  “But, that’s your last warning as God is my witness!... Start from the bottom up, the boots first, until you’re completely naked… And toss your clothes on that pile of hers over there!”

       Feeling the warmth across her face, trying to ignore her friend’s stares, she reaches down and standing on one foot jerks, twists at her riding boot on her left foot as she almost falls, catching herself as the boot slips off.  Tossing the black boot across toward the pile of ruined clothes, she slips off the sock and alternates her feet, her bare foot in the dirt as she jerks, yanks at her other boot.  It too slips free as she sways; still holding her balance as she quickly tugs that sock from her bare foot.  Tossing the boot and socks toward the other, she straightens, taking a breath, glances toward him.

       “That’s it… Keep going… Pants next!”  He orders, glancing over toward the post, Kathy’s beat red face in agony as he smiles and slowly shakes his head.

       Reaching toward her waist, unfastening the form fitting black riding pants, she bends as she slips, roles the material down across her thighs, past her knees onto her ankles.  Stepping one foot at a time, she reaches down and picks up the pants to flip them over toward the mounting pile.  Reaching to her white silk riding blouse next, she begins to unbutton the top button.

       “Panties!”  He orders, sternly.

       Jerking her flushed face upwards, she drops her hands toward her sides and slips her thumbs between the elastic and her bare flesh.  Bending and tugging, the white thong panties slide down across her bare legs, between her thumbs and fingers, to her feet as she steps out one at a time.  Straightening upright, she starts to toss them toward the pile.

       “Over here!”  He orders, reaching his left hand outward.  “Here, my hand!”

       Her face reddening even further, she under hands the garment toward him, as he catches it, lifts it toward his face, sniffing, smiling, “Now the top!”  He adds as he sniffs the crotch of her panties, the damp mustiness from riding for hours, almost animalistic, yet intoxicating to him.

       Unbuttoning the six buttons one at a time from top to bottom, she hesitates as she arches back to slip it off her shoulders.  Her naked flesh, still damp, glistens in the light shinning through the cracks in the barn as her bare pubic mound’s totally exposed, the flat twin folds of her labia lips barely visible between her slightly spread thighs.  Tugging the blouse from her shoulders, arms, she nods toward him, flips it toward the pile.  Only her white bra and black riding cap remain.  Reaching behind her back, slowly, she unsnaps the twin snaps, all three rows from the wide back band.

       “Keep going, don’t stop now.”  He orders, realizing how large her breasts really are as she lets the full cups slide off her milky white flesh, her grapefruit sized breasts bouncing, swaying as she grips the bra in her left hand, begins to toss it toward the pile while reflexively covering her large, pale nipples with her right.

       “No… Here!”  He again grins as he reaches out with his free hand.

       Tossing it toward him, he catches it, again lifts it toward his face, smelling her scent, the scent of her round, damp globes from the rain and humidity, mixed with her perfume.

       Glancing back and forth between the two naked women, the contrast is obvious, Linda a paler white while Kathy’s tanned all over, both with incredible bodies.  “Okay, the cap!”  He nods.  “Then keep those hands behind your neck and push those titties out toward me!”

       Glancing up, reaching up with both hands, she removes the cap from her bunned, blonde hair and gives it an underhand toss toward the pile before raising her hands back behind her neck while pushing her chest outward.  The round melons sway, gently smacking together as she glances down toward the dirt floor, her stomach flexing as her entire body seems as if it’s trembling.

       Standing, walking toward Linda, nodding toward Kathy, he asks, “Should we undo her for now?”

       Nodding her head, her arms still behind her neck, Linda answers, “Yeh… Yes, please!”

       Reaching up, undoing the tie to the butt hook, then unwrapping the rope from around Kathy’s wrists, he steps behind the pole and unfastens the rope from her boots.  Her arms lowering, he steps back behind her, pulling her away from the beam and carefully dropping her across her side onto the dirt floor.  Grunting, barely able to move her arms and legs, she lays almost motionless.  The stinging of the fresh blood flow in her arms already starts to burn as she’s barely able to straighten her waist, the butt hook still embedded in her rectum as he leans over, checks her wrists cuffed behind her back.

       “You… Against the beam… Your backside!”  He looks up, orders Linda as he raises and steps toward her.

       “Ohhh… God!”  She whimpers as he grabs her arm, swings her around, her back and buttocks slamming against the hard wood.  “Please… Oh Please don’t!”

       “Shut up, I’m not bending you over like I did her!  Stretch those arms up there or I will!” He orders as he steps behind the beam, flipping the cuffs open.  Give me your hands… Up here!”

       Reaching up, bowing her back, she shoves her hands up back beside the post, feeling the cuffs locking on one wrist then the other as he slips its thin chain across another ten penny nail in the wood forcing her to practically tiptoe.  Feeling her left foot, then right foot tugged back, a rope wrapped around both ankles, she feels her feet sliding beside the post as her body’s arched back in a taut spread eagled position, her backside pressed firmly against the hard beam.

       Stepping around, he glances her over.  Her taut naked body’s fully exposed and vulnerable as her large breasts appear symmetrical, stretching outward toward her sides, her flattened nipples centered on her round pale areolas.  Glancing toward her crotch, he notices her vulva barely spread, just a hint of her clit exposed from her spread thighs.

       Retrieving the bullwhip, he steps off to her right side and flips it backhanded as the end trails across the dirt, then flips it forward.  “Swish!

       “Thwack!”  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  Linda’s screams echo throughout the nearly barn as the leather sails through the air, snapping across both breasts, flattening into the lower portions of her areolas just beneath her nipples as Kathy lays motionless on the dirt floor, reflexively squeezing her buttocks as she watches through her hazed eyes.