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Chapter 51 - Lou Meets the Team
After their typical quick morning meal, the Raid mounted and continued their journey to the east. Lou rode next to the Raid Leader, Pat Katzman. She wanted to hear his assessment of the terrain they would cover in the next few days. Before she could start her questions, a rider approached them from the front. The rider was driving hard.
Even at some distance, Pat identified the rider as a member of their advanced party and broke into a canter to close the distance faster. Lou followed suit. The rider pulled to a stop in front of Pat and reported. "Late yesterday, we came across a strange camp with three women. They appeared to be waiting for us. Their leader, Stella Brooks of the Bucks, is clearly a scout. She said that they were there to meet Lou Harriman."
Lou could not suppress a slight gasp at this news. It could be terrific. It could also be terrible.
The rider continued, "They said they have troops nearby but were staying away so as not to be threatening. The women volunteered to be our prisoners for the night. They looked like Bandit Warrior Women except for a strange weapon they carried on their left hips that they called a katana. They also appeared confident that the three could prevail against the five of us. That last is just my opinion; it was not expressed to me by Steven Mills."
Lou said, "If they had real katanas, they could prevail. However, it is beyond my ken as to how they could acquire such weapons. There were only two or three with the colony four hundred years ago. I don't know how more could be made."
Pat asked, “Anything else to add?”
“After Pat tied up two women, Carmen and Helen, and put them in their tent for the night, he returned to tie up Stella. In my opinion, he was not making the women completely helpless. Stella told Pat to follow tradition more fully with her but asked not to be stripped. Although it was dark then, she seemed to signal to her troops that she was alright. If the troops were viewing us, it would have been from a ridge more than a km away, with the only light from our campfire. Oh, and one other thing. They had venison prepared for us. It was the best that I have ever eaten."
Pat asked Lou, “Do you have any suggestions?”
She answered, "It is clear we must proceed with making contact. But with great caution. This could be wonderful for me, but it could also be great trickery."
“We should not split our forces. Lou, can I count on you staying in the center of the Raid until we know more?"
“Yes, Raid Leader Pat, you can depend on me doing that,” she told him.
Pat yelled back at the Raid, "Close ranks, surround Lou, and protect her. We are making contact."
“At a walk, how long will it take us to get to this camp?” he asked the rider.
“Close to half an hour,” the rider replied.
They moved out, heading to the camp. Jan Jones took a position next to Lou. She said, “You can count on me being here to protect you.”
Lou informed Jan, “I am not exactly toothless.” The Aztec did not know about her laser pistol.
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The Bandit women and the remaining four from the advanced party were sitting by the campfire drinking coffee when the Raid appeared from the west. As it drew closer, they stood to await their arrival. The Raid spread out in a semicircle around the front of the tent. Pat Katzman dismounted. All of the other warriors remained on horseback.
Steven Mills greeted his leader, "Raid Leader Katzman, I would like to introduce you to these three Bandit Women Warriors. First, this is their leader, Stella Brooks McTavrish, daughter of Chief Brooks of the Bucks and the mate of Wagon Master Carlos McTavrish. Next, this is Carmen Gomez Rider, daughter of Chief Garcia Gomez of the Comanche and the mate of Ralph Rider, owner and operator of the Rider Ranch. And this lady with the hair of fire is Helen Wayne, owner of the Wayne Ranch. Ladies, please meet Raid Leader Pat Katzman."
Katzman said, "It is a pleasure to meet new friends, especially when they are so beautiful and powerful. But I must pay close attention to the security of our mission. I understand that you have troops close at hand. Without surety of their and your bona fides, I must consider the possibility that you are, in fact, hostile to us. I understand you are here to meet someone, so you likely have considered the problem. Do you have any suggestions?"
“Yes, Raid Leader, I do," answered Stella. We are working for Master Lee Chang, the Headmaster of Unihold. If we may speak with Lou Harriman, we can arrange for her to communicate directly with the Headmaster, and by doing this, I believe that all issues can be resolved."
“We know of the Headmaster, of course. Is he with your troops and close by?” asked Pat.
“No, but we have a device that will allow Lou and the Headmaster to speak with each other. It is called a radio, and Lou will be familiar with such things."
With Jan beside her, Lou had moved up until they were just behind the first row of mounted warriors in the semicircle. Lou had overheard the conversation after the introductions. She dismounted and walked through the horses toward Pat. Jan, ever careful with Lou's safety, stayed close behind her.
Pat was still watchful and alert but smiled as he said, "And I see that the great Lou has made her own decision. Bandits, meet Lou Harriman." And he introduced each of the three women to Lou.
Lou said, “I heard you mention a radio. You have one with you?”
Stella replied, “It is with our troops just behind that ridge.” She pointed out the location. “I can signal to have it brought to us.”
“Do you agree, Pat?” asked Lou. “I think that is the appropriate action.”
“How will you signal?" Pat asked Stella. Stella raised a fist and flexed her fingers in a prearranged code. "Our leader, Ralph Rider, is watching and will join us now. He will bring the radio with him. Lou, Ralph Rider, and my Mate, Carlos McTavrish, studied at Unihold."
“I used to know a Dr. McTavrish at Unihold,” Lou said. “But you understand that was four hundred years ago.”
Stella answered, "We know of your Dr. McTavrish. He was an ancestor of my mate."
They could see a rider winding his way down from the ridge. Soon Ralph arrived at the camp. "Carmen, would you do me the honor of introducing me?"
Carmen was pleased to perform that duty. After the formality, Ralph bowed toward Lou, saying, "Lou Harriman, you know you are a legend to all of us. I can't wait to hear the story of how you are here. But I suggest that you wait and tell us as a group so you won't be pestered by everyone individually for the tale. Why don't you have a seat on one of those stools, and I will make the connection to Headmaster Chang. We will withdraw so that you may speak with him in private."
Lou did take a seat and, in minutes, was talking to Headmaster Lee Chang. They spoke for an hour and then another. The Raid stayed on alert as was proper, for the Raid Leader had not issued an all-clear signal as yet. Helen provided coffee for Pat, Ralph, the four Aztec in the advanced party, and Stella, Carmen, and Lou. Then they all moved away from Lou for her privacy.
Lee Chang told Lou what he knew about the first Headmaster, Fred Kennedy, what Fred had done to Lou, and why. He went into the story of Jordan Archer and outlined the history of the last four hundred years. The Headmaster told her of Magnus Johansson's role in their early history and the ongoing role that the Johanssons still played. He explained what Unihold was doing to bring technology back to Newhome, how the Johanssons were trying to take over the technology and the credit for it, and how the existence of Lou played into that conflict. They talked for over two hours.
Lou knew that this must be real. The knowledge that Lee displayed fit perfectly with her own experience and expertise. Lou understood that Headmaster Chang was fighting for the freedom and well-being of all of Newhome. She committed to doing everything possible to help in that cause.
Lou approached the men on the ground, returned the radio to Ralph, and said, "Pat, that was a long and exhausting conversation. Finally, I know why I was put to sleep for four hundred years and awakened to be here now. This is genuine, and I have pledged to help this cause in any way I can. It is for the benefit of all Bandits and all Colonists except those that wish to take control themselves. I assure you that these are our friends. You have a choice now. You can leave me with them, or you can join us. If you do, all in your Raid will certainly have the opportunity to count coup before we finish."
Pat called out, “All clear. Make camp.”
Ralph said, "Pat if you do not object, I will bring our troops down. This afternoon, we will feast. We have enough game for all. Regretfully, we do not have ale."
“Bring them down, Ralph. Lou has declared that we are friends, and thus it must be so," answered Pat.
Ralph raised a fist and signaled. There was much activity as the two outfits merged into one camp. No one was busier than Trail Cook Jerry Sinclair. His food was cooked, but fires had to be built to reheat the game, gravy, and sauces to perfection. Into the night, they ate and told stories to each other, sometimes in small groups and sometimes in large. Their tales were too long to be related in one day, but friendships were forged, and the basis for future understanding was established. Pat Katzman and Ralph Rider talked about how they could operate efficiently together. Pat was amazed at the wonder of the satellite maps. Carmen was content just to be with Ralph.
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Helen knew she had been correct to be with her friends, Stella and Carmen. But she had felt a bit useless at times. She was glad to find Mike's arms around her once again. "Mike, I got tied up in Cold Water Springs without anyone to hold me properly. You know how horny that makes me. We have been driving too hard this past week for us to do anything about my problem. Then, last night, I was tied up all night without being touched. It would have been easy to free myself, but we were playing a role to allay the Raid's concerns. And we did that, didn't we? I hope you have placed our tent so we can have some privacy tonight. I want to be tied up by you, so I have no hope of getting free. Then I want your hands on my body. I want my tits squeezed and my cunt probed. When I can't stand it anymore, I want you inside me pounding away. Are you up to that? Or do you need me to work on you for a while to get you into the proper mood?"
“Tying you up and playing with your body doesn’t take much to get me in the right mode, Helen. I have our tent adequately secluded. It is late enough that we can slip off without drawing notice. Let me show you where we are camped?”
They walked to the stream, and Mike guided Helen further upstream. They came to a low rise in the ground that extended to the stream, forcing it to meander in a U pattern around the protrusion. Scrambling up the slope of the mound behind Mike, Helen saw their tent pitched and waiting for them. "Mike, you found a wonderfully private place for us. I don't need my halter any longer, do I?"
Mike responded, "Your Comanche Bandit halter doesn't hide much, but I will be happy to have the little bit that it does fully exposed." The halter fell to the ground in front of the tent. "You don't have further need of your hands now either. Would you place them behind your back?"
Helen happily did so, and Mike tied her forearms with a two-column tie. He tied her elbows, touching each other. She said, "Are you pleased with how limber I am?"
“I am pleased with all of you, Helen," Make answered. But it is exciting to force your mounds to stand out even further." He showed interest and excitement by kneading her breasts and fingering her nipples.
Helen whispered, “I will give you all night to stop that!”
Mike looped a rope around Helen's hips and tied it to her hands, anchoring her hands to the top of her butt. The loop was just above the top of her buckskin shorts, which Mike proceeded to remove. "Kneel down for me, dear," he asked. She did, and he knelt beside her.
“Now, unless you have a better suggestion, I am going to frogtie your beautiful legs," he said.
Helen leaned to kiss him and said, "That sounds like a splendid idea. Then you can lay me back and pound on me as I asked. Or, if you are in the mood, you could leave me sitting frogtied for a while, and I can give us both a lot of fun with my mouth. What is your wish?"
Mike said, "Getting head from you is a dream. We will stop while I am still at my peak so that I can follow your command. First, I am going to play with your tits some more. And your crotch needs some attention, too, doesn't it?"
“It does," she said as Mike eased her to recline on her back. He sucked and nibbled on one tit while squeezing and manipulating the other. With his remaining hand, Mike inserted a finger between her labia and hooked it over her clitoris. He started a rhythm of pulling on her clit, tightening his grip on her tit, and sucking hard on the other one.
“I can't control this," cried Helen, "I'm coming now. I …" Mike moved his hand from her breast to make a hand gag to help her be quiet. She moaned into his palm while waves of pleasure overcame her. As the waves subsided, Mike lifted her back into a seated position.
He stood before her, placing his member in reach of her mouth. Helen did not delay taking him in deeply. The head of his member was bumping against her throat as she bobbed up and down on him. She did not stop until he exploded his load into her mouth. Helen swallowed, licked and sucked, and repeatedly swallowed until Mike was immaculate.
It took a few moments before he could talk. When he could, he said, "You were supposed to stop before I lost my load. Now, it will take some time for me to recover enough to continue working your plan for me to pound you."
“That's okay," Helen told him. It is good to improvise. Why don't you pull me into the tent, and we can sleep a while before you pound me with your magnificent tool? You may also want to gag me now that you have already used my mouth so well. And I wouldn't want my cries of pleasure to awaken troops and the Aztec."
“Your wish is my command always, my love," Mike answered.