Tami grabs a gun! (and almost drops it)

She’s from Rhode Island, which is not a gun-toting state. This is from Part 19 - 20 of “‘Tami Smithers Was Here’” and she's in Mississippi.

        “Oh, good grief,” Dyle said, reaching over to cut off a forkful.  “Just so you know it’s not poison, or loaded with some super-strong laxative.”  He gulped it down.

        Tami wrinkled her chin.  Then, still holding one arm across her breasts, she switched the silverware to the left side, took a fork and started eating.  The three of them ate in silence.  Tami tried not to pig out but she could not deny her hunger, or that the lasagna was very good.

        “Let us have some entertainment,” Dyle said.  Tami cringed as Treena opened that stupid laptop.  With a few keystrokes the four diners were treated to a little black and white movie projected onto the wall across from Tami, of her naked self jumping and dancing to get at clothes.  Due to the special camera used it looked like there had been full lighting, everyone muscle and jiggle of the girl’s body almost glowing brightly against the grays and blacks.

        “You are so cruel, Jack,” Treena said coquettishly.  Dyle smiled.  Roberts, as always, was silent and stonefaced.  The three gamesters watched the movie with an air of cultured appreciation.  It was only a few seconds long but kept repeating.  Tami was livid.  She tried not to watch her repetitive motions.  But she could not help watching this naked girl jump and dance, over and over again, like performing a set series of steps in an endless loop.

        “Stop -- a close-up on that titty jiggle,” Dyle said with a little snicker.  Treena expertly worked the laptop.  There was now a closeup of Tami’s breasts bouncing one way while her body moved the other way.  This too was repeated over and over.  At the head of the table, the naked teenager burned with shame and resentment.

        Another keystroke and now here were the web pages of Tami, switching from upraised arms and outthrust breasts to spread pussy and now the spread anal area.

        “So far there haven’t been any hits to our site, but we expect them to start coming in,” Dyle said.

        Tami blurted out, “This is illegal! You can’t put -- those things on the internet.”  She thought back to another horrible experience, of trying to suppress an orgasm in front of Henry Ross in the dining hall while Jen was furiously attacking her clit under the table, and retrieved something useful from it.  “You need my signature.”

        “Hmm - mmm,” Dyle said, nodding as if impressed, exchanging glances with Treena and Roberts.  This was a trick he played often.  Fake web pages, framed and fonted to make it look for all the world like he was putting the submissive’s nude form on the internet.  One of the more exquisite touches in his role playing that made “Master Jack” a person any sub had to experience at least once.

        The projection was turned off, much to Tami’s relief.  Roberts left and then came back with coffee.  As he got up Tami saw the end-table behind him, upon which his rifle lay.  She held her breath.  These folks were not only perverted and weird and cruel, but scary.  Once again, she thought of the necessity of getting the hell out of here a.s.a.p.

        “Darling, you have been ever so much fun,” Dyle said, stirring his coffee.  “Let me propose a concluding activity to our day.”

        Tami looked at him sharply.  A “concluding activity”.  After which he’d finally give her clothes and let her leave!

        “When you came out of the meadow grass, it was one of the most striking scenes we’ve ever witnessed,” Dyle said.  “You were a beautiful naked creature coming from the wilderness.  We artists are fond of saying that the human is a funny-looking animal, but in your case, well, you fit right into nature.  I must say, your body is probably the best I’ve ever seen in all my years of fun.  You are a very lucky young woman.”

        Treena nodded.  “I still would like to eat you up.”  Again, Tami thought of an evil version of Jen.

        “Well, I’m getting to that,” Dyle said.  “Miss Smithers, since you are a beautiful animal, we would like to hunt you down, bloodlessly of course.  You might know already, but across the road is state land that goes on for some miles.  We will give you a five minute head start.  Then off we go to find you.  We’ll have Pablo and Georges to help us, they know your scent well by now.  If you hide from us until sunset, which is about an hour from now, I suppose, you will return here and you will get the clothes we showed you.  After that our game is at an end and everything is above board and consensual.  If, on the other hand, we trap you, well then, you are ours.”

        Tami couldn’t believe this.  “What??”

        “If we find you, we will ‘take’ you.  I’ll go first, I’m sorry Treena, but you can have sloppy seconds.  As for Roberts, well, he always goes last.  Once you see his endowments, you will see why.”

        Tami shrank up into a ball in her chair.  “No!!”  There was no way she could outrun those dogs.  And then she was going to be raped!

        Dyle cleared his throat and again motioned to the telephone.  “Oh, and let me show you one more thing.”

        He got up and unlocked the glass doors that opened out on the yard.  Tami watched as he locked the doors behind him and walked over to a picnic table.  There was a coil of rope on it which he unwound and expertly began circling over his head, a lasso like in old cowboy movies, holding the rest of the coil in his other hand.  Narrowing his eyes to take aim, he let fly.  The lasso arched all the way across the yard to catch a cut-off tree trunk.  With a quick jerk the rope was tight around it.

        Ostentatiously dusting off his hands, Dyle came back in.  “Roberts,” he said as he sat down, “is rough and direct.  I like to think that my method is more refined.”

        Tami was across the room like lightning.  She grabbed the rifle off the end-table, then almost dropped it, surprised at how heavy it was.  She had never held a real gun before.  She gulped and quivered and aimed it at Dyle, half out of her mind with frustration and panic.  “No!! I won’t play!! Let me out of here!”

        As the gamesters sat in their chairs their hands slowly went up.  The naked girl held the rifle up, her eyebrows twitching, her voice interrupted by half-mad giggles.  “You will get me those clothes right now and let me go!”  She cleared her throat.  She had them now!!  She was FINALLY GOING TO GET COVERING!!

        “Tell Roberts there to get those clothes and bring them here, put them right in my hand!” she said, the heavy rifle trembling with her stress and nervousness as she tried to keep it aimed at Dyle’s head.  Seeing no reaction, she said, “I MEAN it!!”

        For a silent, tense moment the naked girl stood there, legs slightly apart, rifle cocked under her left shoulder, breasts jiggling slightly with her nervousness.  She gulped and put her finger on the trigger.  To show them she meant business, she aimed at the ceiling and, gritting her teeth, not knowing how hard she would have to pull, started slowly pulling more and more with a sweaty left index finger.  She could hardly believe she was doing this, but she was in real danger now.  Her eyes narrowed and she whimpered quietly in panic.  “Ohhh .  .  .”

        Click!

        Her face went slack.  She looked at the three tormentors.  The rifle had no bullets in it.

        So be it -- time to run!  She went to the front door and smashed the lower glass panel open with the rifle.  Then dropping the rifle she worked her way through the opening and ran across the big front lawn and across the road into the woods beyond.

        “Five minutes!” she heard Dyle’s voice fading behind her.  “Five minutes darling!”

The naked teenager bounded down the wide path into the woods.  She heard one last shout:

        “I have a lasso!”

        At first overcome by stark panic, she reverted to her practiced, organized sprinting gait on hard bare feet.