Wingco learns her 3 R’s · Part 1

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Red dress + Red Army = RED ALERT!

Another boring trucking day was drawing to a close. Mike, my husband was deciding where to park for the night and I knew he was getting close to the time limit. I was checking the fridge in the vehicle wondering what to cook for our tea. Lasagne or Cannelloni it appeared was the choice as the other two pasta dishes we’d eaten last night while queuing at the Bulgarian border. Drinks were already brewing because Mike likes a cuppa while writing up the day’s log for Garry, his boss in the UK.

The wagon lurched off to the right and I looked up, as I hadn’t heard the clicking of his indicator as normal when he left a motorway. We went down the sliproad then right, pulling into what appeared to be a disused garage and this had a large parking lot to one side. No ‘keep offski’ signs and that’s good enough for us tonight.

A check of his watch, “Yeah ten minutes to spare not bad I guess. Shame we couldn’t have made the services further on but I didn’t want to go over the hours. I’m so sorry love” I smiled and said nothing, knowing he’d tried his best and at least we’d both grabbed a hot shower at the last delivery place while waiting for the paperwork.

I know he hates parking off road as he was mainly thinking about me, on the times I come to keep him company. Normally I do one in three trips as the rest of the time I’m running my own staffing agency from our home. The fact Maureen and Deborah can get in contact day or night and we’re all internet savvy, means the operation does not need me to be there all the time.

It’s easy for a bloke to go pee in the bush, for Shelley it’s a bloody pain! More than once I’ve squatted in the dark on stinging nettles and Mike bless him has learned not to laugh if he hears me squealing in frustrated anger!

“Tut tut, indicators dear boy. Didn’t Roy teach you about those?” I chuckled as he swung the vehicle round and we drew to a halt and he switched off. His tongue stuck out in a ‘yah-boo’ kind of way and we high-fived the other, thankful that we’d got somewhere legal, hopefully safe and a bit quieter after last nights little rumpus.

Though I guess I’d caused that. A few drivers seeing a blonde lassie in a tight white T-shirt and denim-cut-off’s, having a go at a German guy who’d carved my Mike up earlier in the afternoon. It hadn’t got him far, just four trucks further in the Customs queue but I was fuming. The poor bloke didn’t know there are some British people who speak their languages so I’d stomped up to his door and had a right rant. With Norwegian and Swiss grannies, hence the blonde hair and vocal skills, plus a brace of Scottish grandfathers for my attitude I guess I looked a sight!

Mike eventually had come and dragged me away before the Customs staff got involved. “Gonna have to tie you up again Mrs,” he’d said while trying not to grin, frogmarching me back to our vehicle, his hands clamped over my wrists. Didn’t tell him I found it bloody erotic as he bundled me up into the cab with a slap on the bum. Sadly he didn’t tie me, as I’d needed my hands to make dinner, just like tonight.

Of course I loved it when he talked and acted like that. Tie-up games are something we do now and again to spice things up and this trip had been no different. Most of the journey through Germany I’d been in the cab just by his seat but out of sight from outside. My wrists and ankles bound together. Gagged and blindfolded with earplugs and all, imagining I was to be ‘used’ by him when he’d parked up. If the B. A. G. (Transport Ministry) or the German Autobahn Police had stopped us he’d sure have some explaining to do!

We’d read a kidnap story on a bondage site before the trip and planned to act out some of that. Not the initial bit, that would have been too risky, but having jumped into the truck he’d pounced, hogtied me and the rest of the afternoon was a blissful series of…yeah baby! It didn’t help my brain because I was only wearing a skimpy yellow sundress, which naturally had ridden up from the bottom. Spaghetti shoulder straps pushed to one side and halfway down my arms. No bra, in fact no underwear at all. Every now and again a finger…or two had come down and given me what for. Mike did use quick release knots but had we been stopped it’d still take me a minute to shuck them off, make myself decent then try not to look like a bloody hooker. Felt that good I’d planned to write about this and send it in to the site sometime.

Back to today and Mike clicked ‘send’ on the Sat-Nav/Computer thingy, allowing Garry to see we’d be on time for the first of our collections tomorrow night. It bleeped and he read what had been sent earlier and he checked the map. “Hope so, these guys are all ex-Communists, Reds and other things like that. Looking at this we’ve got six to do, all by tomorrow but at least three are in the same road. Then we’ve a nice long weekend in Varna because they’re off on Monday for ‘Revolution Day’ and the roads are shut down, how’s that for planning?”

Sounded fine to me, place is on the coast, the main truck parking area is right next to the city centre with great facilities. I’d spoken to Maureen in Boston barely an hour ago. No problems for me at home. The weather looked good for both days so a good chance for the swimsuit to make an appearance. “Yeah, we can get a decent meal for our anniversary on Sunday night” I said pointedly and he froze, thinking that’s next month…surely? We stared at the other for a moment then I laughed and he realised I was in a wind-up mood so he sighed in mock relief. “You are a cow Shell, I’ll get you back!” I knew he would too, no wonder I love him so much.

The drinks were put down and I was about to start tea when he sidled over for a ‘well-done’ kiss and cuddle. I was half expecting a jab in the ribs but not yet, just another apology. His fingers going everywhere but gently and I hoped… down there but the smart trousers I’d worn with the fitted jacket today to do our delivery to the Ministry in Sofia had no zip. Short of yanking them off he’d have to wait till bedtime but I did get another complement on my appearance. With these important drops to do it does look better if the driver and his mate don’t look scruffy in flip-flops and shorts. The men at the Ministry had looked most pleasingly at me as we’d worked and the stuff offloaded in rapid time.

“Fancy doing the woods things tonight love?” he said, eyes watching mine as they widened. He’d always wanted to tie me to a tree, role-playing a damsel being taken by a fiend, into the woods and all that. We could never have done it in Italy or anywhere else in Western Europe, it’s too bloody busy. But here, in deep and rural Bulgaria it was the perfect opportunity. We’d not seen a car for ten minutes, the nearest town was thirty miles back towards Sofia and the chances of any other truck coming off at this junction and parking nearby was remote. It was already past 7pm and most guys out this way are off the road by 5 o’clock. That’s why we’d gone further than planned, as all the other places had been full.

“Yeah, OK, I’ll do dinner first then we’ll go that way,” I gestured, pointing behind the garage into the forest. He agreed and said he’d go and check the terrain first. As I was planning to wear high-heels he wanted to make sure I wouldn’t cripple myself when going along. Mike left, doing his walk round of the truck then waved as he set off.

Returning half an hour later as the microwave went ‘ding’ I jumped a mile as the door opened as I hadn’t seen him sneak up. “Achtung, BOO Frauline!” he said, making me squeal for a moment, then hubby blocked his ears as I swore at him, though the grin of relief from me somewhat diffused that tension as he clambered in. We had a good kiss and rub then the microwave dinged again. “Good timing, grub’s up. Where’s the booze and corkscrew hon?”

Both meals went down well, with a glass of wine each then he washed up the plates while I applied my make-up. This took some while as I wanted it to be good for the camera, I normally don’t bother when we’re away apart from moisturiser and a bit of lippy.

Finally done I said ‘Ready’ and he checked me over, snapping a couple of shots. “Real trucker tart! Do you want any business driver?” I said, as he laughed. This second phrase heard most around the UK truckstops. The local ‘ladies of the night’ getting a shock when a lass sticks her head out of the window and asks ‘If she’s into doing threesomes!’ It normally works and they quit in disgust. Though we did get an ‘Oh, all right then, £25…each’ from one eager girl in Doncaster I think it was. She slunk off hearing Mike and myself crying with laughter at the tone of disappointment in her voice.

He said the path into the forest looked a bit dodgy, mud, a fallen tree and nettles so I planned to change into the dress once we’d got to the scene. Packing the red frock plus the heels and underwear into my rucksack while food, water and the camera went in his. It was getting towards dusk now and my heart was pounding as we walked away from the truck. As expected nobody else here, no cars for ages and the only rumbling seemed to be from the main road.

Mike’s hand slipped into mine as we went deeper into the forest, trying not to jump when something, probably with claws scuttled from seemingly under my feet. As an ex Army-cadet I was used to woodlands on our night exercises, mainly because it gave me a chance to grapple with the boys as we all played at being soldiers. Though Charlotte, my best buddy in the unit and I, seemed to get more gropes than they did, cannot think why!

After ten minutes Mike slowed up and pointed to the silver birch tree he planned to tie me to. It was secluded in a copse, at least fifty yards off the track and near the start of a small gorge. Nothing Grand about this location, but ideal for our adventure tonight. He opened his bag then produced a blanket, laying it down so I could get changed in ‘reasonable’ comfort. “Thanks love!” I whispered as the ropes came out and I got cracking, stripping naked then applying the lingerie.

“Leave the dress, I’ll do you like that,” he replied as I stood there just in stockings and suchlike. “Bullshit. I’ve been waiting five days to do this!” I murmured as the slip and two petticoats went on before he helped me into the dress. Giving me a good old rub once it’d been zipped and my shoes strapped on. I tried my normal swish round the blanket but almost toppled over a root. He caught me and held on till I was steady.

Looking me up and down, liking what he saw. This lovely dress bringing back great memories as I’d worn it to the rugby club Christmas ‘do’ the night he’d proposed, six years ago. My mum and dad had unexpectedly arrived as well, ten minutes before he’d done the deed. The fact they turned up but hadn’t looked surprised meant the old romantic fool must have asked my father first bless him. We’d danced our feet off that night and have never looked back since then.

So it was time and he eased me towards the tree till my back was firmly against it. He bound my ankles together first, with the long ends going around the four-inch trunk. Then my knees got the treatment, waist followed and I was gently trembling, getting a calming stroke but no kiss as he said it would spoil me. Drawing my wrists behind the tree, tying them cross-wrist style in an x-shape. We’d debated about one for the neck but he said no. Too risky, I needed to be able to flex this as I’d be gagged and blinded, so he had to see if I was getting distressed.

It felt amazing and he stared at me as I grinned. “OK,” and I nodded eagerly, knowing the gag and blindfold were next. The heart went into overdrive as what limited vision I had vanished as he wrapped the cloth round my head and tied it off. Then I was told to open up, Mike placing the wad of cloth into my mouth, the rest going around me and the job was done. His hands roamed all over my torso and I squeaked, feeling the moistness growing below. He’d planned to screw me first then take a few photos.

I shuddered as he went all over me, then lifting the dress up and running his bucket-like hands over my stockings then had the panties down. I tensed as he worked me up to a real frenzy. Waiting till I was ready then eased into my body and began.

This was doing my heart no good as his rhythm increased, thankfully I was tied so tightly against the tree I didn’t rock back against it. I could feel myself getting SO close now…then…BANG, it tore through me and my head went forward a bit as he continued to pound in and out, then he exploded with a grunt and I felt that lovely warm gushing.

It took me a moment to release him and I heard a groan as he stepped away. “Oh bloody hell, that was…amazi…”

The most almighty roar suddenly came from nowhere and passed straight over us. It made me jump, Mike jump, and probably woke every beast in Bulgaria! It must have been a jet fighter or something. We see enough of them whizzing around Boston in Lincolnshire, near where we live. But this had been at very low level for us not to hear it coming up. Once the roar had faded he cleaned us with a towel, pulling my knickers up again, though a crafty rub made me tremble.

Then he set the tripod up and took some flash-photos and I bet they looked great. A change of film and he shot those off as well. Hearing him going round and each knot and curve was done. He packed the camera into the bag then I heard him mutter. Not paying attention because I couldn’t speak back. All I knew was my feet were starting to ache and I was glad I wasn’t planning to walk back to the lorry dressed like this.

Then he said whatever it was again, this time into my ear from point-blank range and I felt his breath. “Stay still and be very quiet Michelle. I think I can hear something or someone moving nearby! Just going to check it out” and got a rub. I just wish he’d taken the blindfold and gag off first!

I heard him move off and things got very tense. Perhaps he was trying to wind me up. To scare me while being bound and helpless, if so he was doing a fine job. I could hear Mike away to my left, going back to the path, but was a something else to my right? Quiet, seriously quiet and that meant… Then I sensed him returning…fast. Running, crashing through the woodland, making no attempt to be quiet unlike the ‘other’ noise.

He rushed up and I heard him cursing, and that’s something so unusual. Despite his somewhat stressful job Mike rarely uses expletives. I swear like a trooper and know I shouldn’t. But the fact he was now and it panicked me, screaming through the gag for Mike to free me. His hand clamped hard over my jaw, accidentally banging my head back into the tree stump and I was shocked.

“Shelley, stay quiet for God sake! We’re in deep trouble love” he whispered hoarsely into my ear as he undid the gag, yanking it out. I spluttered, already on the verge of tears, wondering why he wasn’t removing the blindfold yet.

Then a loud shout a second later, made us freeze, just as he’d touched me again.

“STOI…STOI” it yelled, and my heart seized solid at the fact we’d been discovered. How the bloody hell had anyone found us out here?

“Oh shit, they’re bloody soldiers Shelley, rifles and all” he said his voice, normally a Richard Burton syrup smooth with added caramel and honey, was ragged, breathing loud as the crashing in the bushes behind us got louder. I was already starting to sob. Not because of what they’d see, just the way they might misunderstand the situation. I’m guessing bondage games were not that well known out here. For them to find a blonde lady, wearing a very pretty red dress that most of them couldn’t afford with a year’s wages, blindfolded and tied to a tree with a strapping guy working her, was simply terrifying for both of us.

Now the footsteps, many of them were all around. I heard a thump and a cry… Mike’s voice being cut off in mid-shout as someone probably knocked him down. I tried not to scream as hands tugged at my wrists, fingers all over the knots…

BUT NOT UNDOING THEM!

A radio crackled and the loudest voice of the several heavy-breathing characters who were around me began gabbling. It paused and a stream of distorted instructions, came back, were listened to and acknowledged as I heard a vehicle now arriving too.

This was terrible, somehow we’d either parked right next to a military base, or near a training area and they were ‘out’ on exercise. I couldn’t blame Mike for this, I’d wanted it as much as him, but as to what Garry was going to say I didn’t know, or care right now. I just wanted to be free, see how Mike was and it made me cry.

A slap across the face made me scream, this stopping as a harsh Bulgarian version of ‘Shut the fuck up missy” was yelled at me. Then I shuddered as hands began moving over my body, touching where they had no right to go! On my breasts and I squealed as one gave the nipple a tweak.

More of them, nearly a dozen I guess and they were everywhere. Two lifted my dress up and I heard a gasp, then laughter. Then worst of all a cruel sounding growl. I was horrified when a dog’s nose began sniffing at me. Where the heck had THAT come from? Then he barked loudly, giving a terrified lassie indication of his size, definitely a big doggie. His bloody whiskers were tickling my thighs as he nosed right up there! Another growl and his handler pulled him back and I heard it whine.

When two hands pulled my knickers back down to my knees I screamed. This really set Fido off and his barking made me shudder. I heard the cocking of a weapon then froze as hands gripped my jaw, yanking it down and the cold barrel was placed on my tongue. The stubby fingers pushing my mouth shut and I was gagged…by a rifle! Trying not to choke and I feared for what might happen…

Fido returned and I shuddered as his tongue went straight into me. Licking for all he was worth and it felt… oh bloody hell, he was getting me aroused! The soldiers all laughed as they twigged what was going on. The faint flashing light of presumably torches reached under the blindfold and they must have seen my red face sweating. Shouts of encouragement for doggie who was giving my clit a right old session, a real knee-jerking one and after a few minutes of this I shuddered violently as the euphoria swept through my body to fading cheers from the soldiers as I fainted.

Coming too I wept, realising that everything was quiet. I still stood there. Bound to a tree, a mile from our truck. Blindfolded, the gag now forced back into my mouth and utterly helpless. Mike nowhere to be seen. It made me struggle and scream to try and attract help. Then I jumped as a round of applause broke out!

THEY WERE STILL THERE! And I wailed as best as I could.

Hands came all around, some onto the waist rope, more onto my wrists, two to the ankles and I sighed as my arms came loose. I tried to step forward but discovered the buggers had only taken the ankle rope off the tree, also forgetting my knees and I went crashing to the deck. But then to my utter shock they all dived in, grabbing a piece of cord and seconds later I was being bound right up. Screaming did no good. Doggie was still around and that bloody ‘WOOF’ into my left ear made me shake.

A loud voice, this one of a much deeper tone boomed through the hubbub. I heard a short shape retort and the groping hands all let go, hearing everyone presumably getting to their feet as the boss arrived.

I was desperately scared now, but also wondering what condition Mike was in. My heart leaping when I heard a faint cough and a ‘Shelley, you OK lo…’ but was cut off by a sickening thump and a loud cry of pain. Takes a lot to hurt Mike, he still plays a hard game of Rugby and this must have been bad. I heard more kicking and wept as I imagined them ‘filling him in’. Before that long Mr Boss called a halt and I heard something being dragged away. Oh God, Mike, I’m so sorry’ I wept silently as those steps, and the other noise faded.

The hands grabbed hold of my arms, two more on my shoulders and roughly pulled a very scared lassie to her feet. He spoke to me, I didn’t have a clue so shook my head. Big mistake as a hand walloped me across the face several times. Had I not been held I’d have gone down like a sack of spuds. Again I was ‘asked’ the question and this time, fearing the reprisals I nodded. His voice changed to one of pleasurable triumph and I wondered just what I’d done.

Instructions were issued, acknowledged and to my horror I was picked up then laid on what felt like a stretcher, rope bound me to it then I faded away in shock as it bore me off to…

My worst nightmare came true when I awoke, facing a cream painted wall. Still tightly bound. Thankfully dressed but in a boiler suit, no shoes or anything else. I could not feel my underwear so somehow that had been removed. My innards and private zone felt OK so nobody had ‘done me’. But the fact they had stripped me then redressed me in this got my overwrought brain wondering if they’d taken any photos. My frock and shoes were missing but we were still in the deepest possible shit I could think of. Once regaining my senses I rolled over looking around the room and the bed I lay on…seeing the sight of…

MIKE!

He was there, lying on the bed opposite and his face, battered to hell was staring at me. My husband grinned slightly and my heart leapt a million miles at the fact he was alive, and with his lady. I struggled to sit up, my arms two raging rods of fire and once sat on the edge I tried to get to my feet. Another mistake and I cried as my left leg gave way, Mike closing his eyes as I crashed down, just missing his bed.

Taking it slower next time and ten minutes later I was sitting on his bed, our fingers intertwined as I wept uncontrollably. “I’m OK Shelley love,” he said quietly, “Just a bit bashed about. Now lets get you loose.” His fingers gradually picked the knots on my wrists and I managed not to scream with joy as I shucked them off. The pain that surged

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