Dark Odyssey – Fusion: Friday, or the Day the Storm Hit. And a Gang-Bang.

So yeah, ya’ll are gonna have to put up with me bouncing around between events a bit. I have so much to write about, and it all happened in such a short space of time, and I am apparently incapable of just writing it all out in a linear fashion.

So. We’re back in Maryland, at Fusion, on the day the storm (tornado?) hit the camp.

But we had a whole day of stuff happen before the storm even hit.

We woke up late Friday morning, or maybe we just lay in bed, in that in-between sleep-and-waking state, for a long time. I remember waking because the air mattress was lopsided and I kept rolling off the side. I’d turn and snuggle into W’s side to keep me on it and find his cock in my hand, and begin stroking him, feeling him swell and harden in his sleep, then I’d fall back into a heat-dazed slumber again, only to wake sometime later and do it all over.  But finally, we managed to drag ourselves from bed, get a shower, and head down to the dining hall.

Fed and fully awake now, we decided to take a stroll around camp before the noon yoga class that I wanted to attend. That’s how we found the ass-slapper (they have a cute name for it but I can’t recall what it is) that I mentioned in this post. My-oh-my but I love that toy. We didn’t buy it then, but I could see the gleam in W’s eye, and I had no doubt that it would soon be used on my (willing) ass. Especially when he got to try it out and realized it could be used for caning the back the way he’d seen in the Whole Body S/M class we had attended the day before. I was a happy, anticipatory Jade.

Then it was down to the yoga class for me, presented by Bendyogagirl, someone that I have followed on Twitter for quite awhile.  She actually did a write up in her blog about the storm as well: Dark Odyssey Fusion: What a ¡Disaster! that I thoroughly enjoyed, because while I was kind of oblivious to what was going on during it, she talks about how everyone pulled together and made something beautiful out of what could have been a tragedy.

So. In my first serious error of the weekend, I chose to wear the WRONG thing to yoga class. It was actually just a timing issue. W wanted me “prettied up” for our walk, so he tied the ribbons in my outfit through my rings…

~Sad face~ I thought I had a picture of it, but I don’t. So you’ll just have to image the ribbons in this outfit tied to my rings in pretty bows. Sometimes he’s a funny guy. ;-)

Anyway! There I was, running late for yoga, wearing that outfit – and of course no panties. I didn’t have time to go back and change, but I really really didn’t want to miss the class, so…I got to yoga…and, well, you do know what yoga poses look like, don’t you?

(http://www.fitsugar.com/tag/naked-yoga-photos)

Now, imagine me, in all my nakie-be-ringed-cunt glory, doing THAT pose. With three or four others in close proximity behind me.

Yeah. ~ahem~ Not my shining moment for sure.  I’m not sure it mattered all that much, though, because we were all quite distracted throughout the class by a woman screaming at the top of her lungs as she was abducted and subdued. Or as her kidnappers tried to abduct and subdue her. It was the longest take-down scene I’ve ever (sort of) witnessed (or, in this case listened to.) She fought and screamed and cried and escaped and was captured again for hours, one of those being a very vocal hour while class was going on, punctuating our asanas and breathing with intermittent screams, yelps and curses.

Which is one of the things I love about camp in general. The mixture of “daily life” with the sounds and sights of sex and kink and love and power play and bondage and tears and laughter and all these other joyous, fucked-up, incredible things we do.  You don’t get that in a hotel event.

Tornadoes generally don’t have as much of an impact on a hotel event either.

On the other hand, you also don’t get bugs and dirt and sap and heat and sweat and grime and have to walk around in flats because otherwise you’ll break your ankle in a hotel. So there’s something to be said for both, I suppose.

Anyway…

Where was I?  Oh yes, in yoga class. Fantastic class, in spite of me being embarrassed about the rings.  Then I was all limbered up and feeling stretchy, so after class I found W and asked him to do a nice, tight, arm-binding tie on me. We got our lunch and sat up on the hill overlooking the lunch area and this wide-open expanse of grass that lies between the U-Cabins and the dining hall and pool area, and he did an incredibly tight, elbows-together tie. Yummm. Bondage under a tree on a hill, in the warmth, relaxing and hanging out, watching the world pass by…another plus for camp events.

So my memory gets a little fuzzy here.  But at some point in the day, after lunch but before the storm, we were sitting at another favorite spot of ours, a little hillock just above the pool and next to the Clit Washer. (Haven’t heard of the Clit Washer before? Check out the link. I’ll have more about that in a future post as well.) JR, a friend that I had made at the previous Fusion, and with whom W had been in a lot of contact with just prior to this one, approached us there.

“That kidnapping I need help with?” he said to W. “Today. 4:30. The barn.” I’m fairly certain they actually spoke in complete sentences, and not like the bad guys in a cheesy Western, but, knowing what came after, my brain likes to misremember it that way.

They chatted a bit more, but I had tuned them out at the word “kidnapping.”  I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sound of a woman in the throes of a Clit Washer-induced screaming orgasm. I assumed they were talking about a kidnap scene that W had told me might happen, and that he was going to assist JR with, if he asked. He’d been unsure when exactly it would happen, but asked me to be flexible and possibly be willing to help if he asked me. I didn’t care if he did it, in fact I knew he’d enjoy it, but…did I really want to be a part? I wasn’t so sure about that. So I tuned out when they started talking, not wanting to be intrusive, and not wanting to be giving tacit assent by engaging in the conversation too much. I was happy being a bystander, and could find things to do while W was off playing, if that was how it was going to work.

Instead JR said, “See you later” to W, and then to me, too.

When I turned to W questioningly, he said, “I want you there.” Well…really that is all it ever takes. He wanted me…I would do whatever he wanted. But I wasn’t exactly sure that was what was really going on. I was afraid he was only asking me because he didn’t want me to be upset that he didn’t want me there. I wanted him to know that I really was fine (perhaps more than fine) with not bearing witness. (More on that in my separate post on the scene.) So I told him I didn’t feel like going, that I was happy to find something to do…but he was gently insistent, and, eventually, he convinced me that he really, truly wanted me there.

And more than that, that he needed me there as a possible fluffer.

Huh. He’d mentioned this before, and I love to suck his cock, and…well let’s just say that the idea of sucking his cock so that he could shove it inside someone else? Um…fuck that makes me hot. I’d done it before for Ad and he when we’d done a swinger thing, and, just…guh. Yeah. Fucking ridiculously hot. (In fact it makes me wet just thinking about it, now.)

So of course I said yes.

There’s a period of time here that I lost. Well, a big chunk, actually, that encompasses just before, during and after the scene. I guess I shouldn’t say “lost,” because I remember it in flashes, but it really is more like…snapshots…in my mind. Not a movie, not a linear story. No firm recollection of “we did this, then we did that, then this happened.” Here’s the bits I’ll share now, but in another post I’ll try to piece together the entirety and detail of the gangbang itself.

We went back to the cabin for something…not sure what…maybe a drink, before we were supposed to go down to meet JR at the barn. And I made a decision…maybe not for good reasons…but, fuck it, I am who I am. I decided that if I was going to be the fluffer, then I was going to be the hottest fucking fluffer around. I knew that I could have gone down to the barn in a tank top and shorts and flats, and W wouldn’t have objected. But I know my man, and I knew that having me there in heels would be good for him – and I wanted it to be good for him. I wanted him hot and hard and ready to fuck the shit out of whoever-she-was, if that was his job. We’re a team, right? I wanted him proud to have me there, wanted the other guys to wish I was their fluffer, too…

Furthermore (and here’s the bad part, the part I’m ashamed to admit) I had no idea who the “center of attention” was going to be for this little shin-dig…but I wasn’t just going to just be invisible on the sidelines. If I was going to be there, I was going to look hot.  I was going to give everyone there a reason to get hard! (Ok, ok, maybe that’s overstating my abilities, but whatever…that’s how I felt.)  And bottom line: if he was going to make me do this, if he was going to insist I be there, then okay…but I didn’t want him to forget I was there.  He might be fucking her, but I wanted him to be thinking about me, and my mouth, and my cunt, and my ass while he was doing it.

And my heels, of course.

So I got dolled up in a mesh corset and thong and fuck-me stripper heels and asked him to put on my tit collars. And then we were almost late, so we had to run down to the barn to get there in time, with me rushing him the whole way.  We walked in; the scene was already underway. “We’re late!” I thought, and hoped that JR wasn’t upset. I stood there, unsure what to do, as W went over to a woman leaning against a St. Andrew’s cross with several men standing around her. “I guess he doesn’t need me after all…” I thought, and backed away. “Maybe I can just quietly leave…”

But of course that didn’t happen.  As I am sure you all have figured out by now…it turned out that the scene that he was “assisting” in was a decoy for my own abduction-gang-rape scene.

Yeah, I got dressed up for my own kidnapping scene. And hurried W to it, afraid he was going to be late for a commitment he’d made.

Ha…the joke was on me, now wasn’t it?

I’m going to skip ahead now to after my kidnapping, because I want to write about that in its own post. I promise to do so soon, though, so you won’t have to wait forever.

So anyway…when that was over, we decided to head back to the cabin to do…something. I can’t recall what. I was in a bit of a daze, and he may have been taking me back to do some aftercare, or beat me up, or fuck me, or take a nap. I don’t know. All I do recall is that by the time we got to our cabin, the sky overhead had begun to darken with storm clouds.

“Hooray! A storm to break the heat,” I said.  But I think I was mostly glad that it gave me/us an excuse to stay inside awhile, so I could let my brain rest a bit after the scene. I wasn’t blasted out, as I have been in some of our more intense scenes, but I was somewhere floaty, and I need time to process. And mostly I needed time/space away from people.

“Let’s get a drink and cuddle up on the bed,” I said.

It was nice to have a private room to retreat to as the storm gathered strength and it began to rain. We had the windows open on both sides and were enjoying the cool breezes and even the splatters of rain coming in. Soon it was not just spattering rain though. The wind picked up, and up, and outside our window we saw people scampering all over, trying to catch and tie down pieces of tents, clothing and other articles that wanted to fly away. I heard a few people saying that the storm was reportedly a big one. And then the thunder and lightening and hail started. Soon we were scampering to close the windows as rain poured in sideways.

“Wow,” I said as I snuggled up to W on the bed. Lightening flashed, seemingly right next to us, and thunder boomed, seemingly right in the room with us, and the wind howled. We talked quietly for awhile, about the gangbang, about the storm, about the trip. I wasn’t exactly aroused, but I wanted…his touch. Sweet touch or rough, I don’t know. Maybe it wouldn’t have mattered. I curled into him and put my hand on his cock, which was still hardish from the gang-bang.   “That’s some storm!” I said, almost having to shout by that time.  But he only nodded, his eyes already closed as he drifted into sleep. The last thing I recall before I joined him was an extremely loud boom, and yells from outside. Then I, too, fell asleep, the sound of the storm fading to background noise.

We woke about an hour later to chaos.

It wasn’t chaos at first. Or at least not where we were, and not that we realized, until we went down to the dining hall. All we knew was that the storm seemed to have abated, but the electricity had been knocked out. So we got dressed and headed down to the dining hall, to see what was what.  We still had no clue as to the extent of the damage, even as we walked to the dining hall. People seemed dazed and a bit confused, and there were a lot of people at the dining hall, which was on an emergency generator, but we still thought it was just a big storm.

We hadn’t seen the tents and canopies and trees down everywhere, the tree through the roof of the Oink cabin, the cars that had been destroyed by branches and tree limbs.

“Are you okay?” Greydancer and Naii asked us as we came up to the dining hall. For a moment I thought they were asking about the gangbang.  I’m sure I looked at them wildly for a moment, though they must have thought it was shock from the storm, not from my wildly careening thoughts. “How did they know about the gangbang?!? Does everyone know about it??” but then I thought, “Oh, wait, they are asking about the electricity being out, you dimwit,” and my next thought was, “Of course we’re okay, what’s a little electric outage, a little storm?” That’s how deep I was in my own fuzzy little gang-banged world.  I shrugged and answered that we were, wondering what the big deal was.

It wasn’t until we had actually sat down with a dinner tray that we learned of the damage the storm had wrought, and what a big deal it really was. We were stunned.

And then we had to go outside and check it out.

I took my umbrella (which I had packed at the last minute, sure that I would never need it) and we took a walk-about to survey the storm damage. I’ve never seen anything like it. Whole trees uprooted. Tents completely blown away. Debris everywhere. A tree on top of – and thru – the roof of one cabin.  And at least 4 or 5 cars totaled, completely smashed, by trees. Electric and water out. Trees that had landed between clusters of tents, as though they were trying to avoid them.

But not a single person hurt.

You can read lots more at the link above to Bendyogagirl’s post on the aftermath and clean up.  Everyone there, and especially the event organizers, volunteers and the owner of the camp, were amazing.  As for us, we weren’t supposed to be out in the after-storm, and got (politely) told to get back under cover, as there was supposedly another storm on its way. The second storm never came, but we went back to our cabin, grateful to have a solid roof over our heads.

And as we headed away from the dining hall, a guy pulled out his guitar, and began to sing one of my favorite songs.

Comments

  1. joy (lucscarolinajoy on fet)

    we are so glad no one was hurt, and do hope to catch up with you again somewhere…

    Reply
  2. J.R.

    What an amazing day and I love the way you write about it. Brought me right back there, so thanks! Looking forward to reading about your kidnapping from your perspective.

    Reply

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