Gorilla at Large

“Ate op ars!” said Betti.

“Jeez, Joyce you gals split .  Just take this path you and Betti, here take the box.  They’ll ask about the gags.”

“What path?”

“It gets wider after a bit, there’s a stream.  If you reach the end there’s another parking lot, pick you up there.”

“How far?”

“I think a mile.”

“A MILE.”

“Not so loud, maybe two.”

“OOH” slurped Betti thru her stick gag.

“Look we’ll come after you, just meet up at the stream, we’ll tell these guys something, nature lovers that’s us.  Without finding bound and gagged women,” said Artie.

Joyce tucked the box under one arm, hooked Betti’s waist ropes with the other hand and pulled her sister with her.

“Oink bet I oothes!” said Betti, asking about her clothes left folded where she’d changed into near-nudity.

Joyce yanked on the ropes, dropped the box and snagged it again and tugged her sister deeper into the woods.

“I’m not spending the rest of the day at the jailhouse or in the boonies,” said Joyce.

“Ach is ag off,”

“Later, you’d probably want to go pose for the cops, pick up extra bucks.”

“Oyce oo oar ginning to ach E ongrury.”

“That’s a mouthful.  Now walk normal.

How normal she could walk bound and gagged and barefoot in the woods was another question Betti could ask.  But she cooled it.

They moved on, Joyce taking the lead to fend off branches and bushes.

“Think this is far enough?”

Betti made noise around the stick gag that only an animal lover would be glad to hear.

“Oh I take that off and you’ll know directions?”

“Ooh U gow air toos gu?”

Joyce dropped the box of gags and removed the stick from her sisters mouth.  The wood was slick with slavia, Joyce made a face and tossed the gag into the brush.

“They went to a lot of trouble to make that,” said Betti.

“Oh I’m sure I can find another to cram in your mouth.  Why look at this lovely branch,” said Joyce.

“I don’t remember you being such a mean sister,” said Betti.

“Sorry. Hey it’s not quite what I expected when I came to visit the big city.  Nice group of guys, you know any that don’t want to tie you up,” said Joyce.

“A few.”

“How would the cops know we were here?”

“Maybe that other camera club, they knew we were shooting in this area, might have tossed a monkey wrench in their competition’s shoot,” said Betti.

“That’s a pretty big wrench.”

“About these ropes,” said Betti.

Joyce took the next seven minutes untying her sister.

“Well you can’t say I didn’t do a good job with those knots,” she said.

Betty glared at her, and then began picking up the ropes.

“Now don’t think you’re going to tie me,” said Joyce.

“No, the guys will need this for my next job.”

“Well you carry it all, and the box too.”

“I plan on it.  Now I think it’s this way to the next parking lot,” said Betti.

Much walking, ducking of tree branches and discussion of better ways to make cash followed.  It was late afternoon when they came upon the intersection of Field and Stream.

“Looks fresh,” said Betti as she lay down the box holding the rope and gags.

I’m hot,” said Joyce.

She slipped off her sandals, knelt and cupped up water in the palms of her hands and drank.

“It’ll do,” she said.

Betti stood behind her kneeling sister, drew back a leg and put her foot into Joyce’s’ firm butt and pushed.

The splash wasn’t loud in the shallow stream.  The sound of Joyce coming up was.

“BRAT!”

“You were hot,” said Betti.

Joyce struggled to stand, slipped and splashed on her bottom, ensuring her shorts were soaked front and back.  Her shirt began to shrink wrap across her breasts.  She undid the knot holding the shirt- tail above her navel and stood while working free of the dripping material.  Now she looked hot in a different way.

“You’re better dressed for a swim,” said Joyce, standing ankle deep in the stream wearing wet shorts, a damp bra and holding a shirt too wet to serve as a towel

“Oh this suit is just for posing, it’s not made to get wet,” said Betti.

Joyce flung the wet shirt and was pleased to see it bullseye on her sisters laughing face.

“Mummpy,” said Betti, and pulled the shirt down and tossed it back.  Joyce knelt and with both hands scooped water onto Betti.  Betti back pedaled and fell on her own firm butt.

Joyce came splashing out of the water and went to her knees and pushed Betti onto her back, and tried to swing her right leg over to pin her down.

“Hey!”

“Now Betti you need to practice for your next job with the club.  I bet they like lady wrestlers” said Joyce as she finished mounting.

“They do where I win,” said Betti.

She did a wrestler bridge to where Joyce fell on her left side.  Betti quickly rolled to get her, Joyce squeezed both arms around Betti’s waist and they tangled one, two, three across the forest ground, Betti ended on top.  She grabbed her sisters’ wrists and went for the pin.   One of Joyce’s long legs hooked Betti’s neck and yanked and Betti let go and fell off to her right.  They both scooted and got to their feet.

“First time I’ve done this for free,” said Betti.

“Oh you’re getting paid, pay back time is what this is, time that suit got wet.”

“No time for Jungle Girl to turn the tables.”

She shot low and hit her sister at the knees, and took the blonde to the dirt. Joyce grunted as she wrapped both arms around the back of Betti’s head and pulled her face into her chest, hooking her ankles on the inside of Betti’s calves and struggling to hold them.  Betti snaked her right forearm into the left side of Joyce’s head and pressed it sideways.

“Ow!,” was said, it was hard to detect whom said it louder.

“I’ve got you,” said Betti.

“Ow. Is that what you call it?” said Joyce.

They lay knotted by their own limbs, breathing heavy in the sunlight, slick and shiny from stream water and sweat.

“That’s it for me,” said Betti.

“Me too.

They untangled and hugged, then lay side by side looking at the treetops. Closing their eyes they rested in the sun.

“We better get going,” said Betti.

“I think you broke my wrist,” said Joyce.

“No!”

“Just Kidding.  Your neck all right?”

“Yes.  You know my wrestling photos are staged.  And they’re going to stay that way.  That’s too much like work,” said Betti.

“Mum? Mummph!” said Joyce.

Betti opened her eyes and sat up quick.

“I’ve come to help you,” he said.

And now the thrilling conclusion!