Gorilla at Large
By Woody
Part Three
"Is he hitching?" asked Betti.
"He picked a warm day for it," said Buck as they passed the guy. He checked his rear view mirror. " Naw he ran into the woods. A nature lover."
A Camera Club Caravan of cars headed out of New York the following morning, Betti and Joyce rode with Artie in Buck's Buick Roadmaster Estate wagon. It held the camera equipment and props in the spacious back, Betti and Buck up front, Joyce and Artie behind the front seat.
The caravan rolled into the parking area and the trek continued on foot into The Dark Continent.
While Betti traipsed off to become Jungle Girl, Joyce chatted with the club. They enjoyed her company, partly due to the short-sleeved men's shirt lashed tight below her breasts, showing off a navel matching Betti's for deepness. Her light blue shorts fit a trim bottom and her legs looked yummy all the way down to her sandals showing off pink painted toenails buffed and shiny in the morning light.
"Would you like to be in a shot," asked Artie.
"No thanks. I've never looked good in my pictures."
"You'll be a natural like Betti. He handed her a helmet, like the ones you see in Tarzan movies, or wore by Captain Spalding.
"That looks good with your blonde hair. Here comes your co-star."
And a star she was. Betti was painted in a two-piece jungle print suit that showed enough assets without making it a crime to get the prints processed at a commercial lab.
"Could you tie her? It's better to have a woman handle the knots, we usually have Paula do it in studio," said Artie.
"You didn't mind doing the knots last night," said Joyce.
Artie made a shushing motion with his hand; his choice would have been to clap a hand over that glorious mouth.
"Sure I can help. Why am I tying her up?"
"Well she's a jungle girl, Tarzan you know. And you're a professor type who wants to study her and her Gorilla friend."
Gorilla?"
"That will be Buck. Costumes' thirty bucks a day. The look out posted," he yelled.
"Yeah," came a distant reply.
"What's that for? Asked Joyce.
"Oh we had a problem our last public shoot, nothing us guys couldn't handle. Still don't want any strangers trying to horn in for free."
Tripods, flat coils of rope, cameras were unpacked, a card board box with various items for gags was at hand and the star, Betti stood with her back to the tree selected, a hard maple with an impressive trunk. Artie handed a coil to Joyce.
"Thanks for helping"
"My arms won't fit around this trunk, better I should keep my hands at my side don't you think" said Betti.
Joyce started just below Betti's bare shoulders with the first loop, pulling tight around the tree trunk, then between the belly button and breasts with two loops, then one for the thighs, another for knees. The ropes were smooth over Betti's flesh and two-piece suit, but behind the trunk was a fistful of square knots that Joyce tightened.
"Don't jam them or we'll have to cut and waste rope," said Betti.
"Oh they have plenty," said Joyce, making sure the rope didn't pucker Betti's skin.
"No gag yet, Joyce stay next to her wearing a mean look. Play a Bad Girl."
"She sure is," said Betti.
"When is that gag coming?" said her sister.
Joyce thought of the trick Betti had pulled last night and got the right sort of menace into her look. The club blazed away with their cameras, then the Gorilla appeared.
"Look scared Betti."
Buck didn't look as menacing as Joyce but the suit was jazzy. He reared his head to show off the fake fangs and raised his arms like he was signaling a touchdown. Betti shot her mouth open for a soundless scream and tossed her hair to where some fell across her face.
"Joyce could you fix, we need to see that great face."
"I could tie it back with some cloth, fit it over her mouth," said Joyce.
"We need the whole face for this shot," said Buck from under the Gorilla head.
The camera clicks and whirs drowned out the nature sounds usually heard in that neck of the woods. Then the club paused to reload and relocate.
"O.K next tree."
"One tree looks the same out here, what's the next tree?" said Joyce.
"Do you plan on moving me with the trunk attached," said Betti.
"I hope we're using a gag this time," said Joyce.
"Oh just get me loose, don't break a nail on those knots. I told you not to jam them tiummph."
"With one hand over your mouth I'd have a better angle to untie knots."
"Unver umme," said Betti from under her sister's palm.
After each scene the Camera Club tore down their tripods and any lights they'd used and went to the next set up. Joyce got Betti's lips and body free without damage to her or the ropes, then they followed the thrashing sound of the camera club, about fifty yards deeper into the thick woods.
"Can you climb in bare feet," asked Artie.
"Been a few years, still I did all right back home."
There was an old oak with a massive Y-shaped fork where the guys had rigged bowline cuffs for her wrists and ankles.
"Some realism for the jungle, no ball gags."
"Thanks," said Betti.
"Sure. We lashed the ends with shoelaces, hope you can tie that Joyce."
"Better tie then wear it, that's a thick stick. Good thing Betti has a big mouth."
"Ha Ha. Guys I think Joyce should be captured and gagged. Jungle Girl turns the tables."
Several muttered agreement with the statement while Joyce moved in with the wood.
"Smile."
It ended in a grin as Joyce fastened the stick between her sister's teeth. The ends notched the corners of her mouth and Joyce made sure the square knot held the gag in place.
"All right?"
"Guzz peachy," said Betti. "Ed lick onk eew."
"It's better on you," said Joyce.
Betti waved bye and climbed to the ropes at a spot five feet above the dirt. She fitted the ankle loops herself, cuffed her left wrist and waved for Joyce to join her. The camera club enjoyed the sight of Joyce's tight bottom going up the tree.
Joyce finished the last loop and worked the knots firm. It was almost noon and the sun was bathing them all, Buck feeling pretty steamy in the Gorilla suit. But he focused on Betti.
Thick glossy black hair shining, and sweat was popping up on firm flesh. The bondage gathered her arms high and wide and the jungle print top was slipping, Joyce had to adjust that so they didn't have to spring extra bucks for a nude shot. Betti's bottom piece was raising into a V-shape, showing all thighs, most of her hips. Her bound ankles kept her legs wide and her toes curled into the Oak.
They did quick work with their Browning Cameras. The Gorilla posed as King Kong Junior and then Joyce ascended to free her sister, taking the stick gag, then the loops. They joined the men, Betti fixing her suit to avoid a slow peel in front of the club.
"Now if we could have the evil Professor bind and gag Jungle Girl and force her into the woods."
"Yes lots of rope this time. Couple of coils. We need to get the rope off that tree."
"That's a lot of knots, you think there's room for all that on me?" said Betti.
"A wrap is good, we want the rope side to side, other wise that much will start stacking up and slip off" said Artie.
"Don't ruin the suit," said Betti.
"Maybe you guys should show me what you want," said Joyce.
"I'll talk you through it," said Betti.
"The box with the gags, could you see if there's shorter rope lengths then these coils?"
"Bandanas, tape, stick, ball gag, yeah here's more," said Joyce.
With talks of bight, and turns and farps, Betti coached Joyce to where Betti ended with her wrists crossed and tied tight, Her elbows bound together and her arms wrapped to her body from her shoulders to her hips, her jungle suit peeking out along with her delicious flesh. The shorter six- foot lengths had bound her wrists and elbows; forty feet had wrapped the rest. Joyce reapplied the stick gag, and Betti thanked her, "ergad ew egging ren urch onger."
It was a pleasing sound to the club.
Not so pleasing was the shout from their lookout, "Hey! three state cop cars pulling into the parking lot!"