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from Norintha

#Restraint #AnonymousPartner #SexWork

The bus slows as it reaches your stop, and your legs ache as you rise from the seat. Last week was rough on them and you are still a little sore. The line of street lamps leads off toward the lone occupied warehouse, long converted into the club. The line to get in enters the edge of your vision as you approach the former warehouse. Stopping for a moment, you decide to skip the entrance and you catch the smirk of the bouncer as you pass by the entrance and continue to the far side of the building. You don't see or hear anything from the alley you went down a few weeks back. The door at the end is locked tight as well. As you turn back and approach the mouth of the alley you see the line to get into the club has sprawled down the road to the bus stop. After thinking for a moment, you decide to turn the other direction and begin to walk. The street lights continue on for several more blocks, down into the heart of the warehouse district. You follow them almost to their end, looking down each alley as you pass.

As you reach the end of the row of lamps, someone kicks your knee out from underneath you and pushes you face first to the ground. The wind is knocked from your lungs as you land with a rough thud. Before you can push yourself onto your back, a sharp heel digs into your kidney. With a groan you go limp, showing that you have surrendered to your assailant. A now familiar voice says “Well aren't you a persistent little cutie? What should we do with her this week love?” Denim responds “Mmmmm, I think she needs to work for it this time.”

“Good thing you wore a skirt, otherwise I'd have just torn your pants off and left you with nothing to go home with” Leathers casually adds as she digs her fingers into the material of your top and rips into pieces tearing it off of you. With a soft tear you see parts of your panties land near your head. Denim sits on your back, squishing your breasts into the cold concrete. She holds one of your legs bent all the way back, while Leathers ties your ankle to your upper thigh. The pair repeat the process with your other leg, leaving you almost immobilized.

Leathers grabs one arm, Denim takes your other arm and they both pull you over to a street lamp. The rough sidewalk tugs and catches at your skirt pulling it down to your knees by the time they position you, propping your upper back up on the lamp pole. Leathers holds your wrists behind the lamp, while Denim snaps a cold set of handcuffs on you, keeping you in place. Denim rolls your skirt up to your waist, balancing it on your girlcock before the women pull you forward some, your ass and girldick on display.

Denim walks out of sight for a moment, only to return with a pipe, a length of rope, and a pair of small objects with straps on them. She threads the rope into the pipe, while Leathers uses her superior strength to push your knees as far apart as she can force them. Running the ends of the rope between your knees Denim ties off the makeshift leg spreader. Your hips already ache slightly from being held this far open. The smaller woman slides one of the small objects over your eyes, the sofly lined eye mask blinding you to what comes next. The other small item is an O ring gag, which stretches your lips wide open as it's fitted into place.

A set of nails run down your inner thigh, causing your girlcock to twitch. “Oh, our little fuckpig likes that!” She digs her nails in deeper and your leg shudders in response. You hear a gentle spurting noise, and feel a finger rubbing cold lube into you. “Let's put you through the paces before we open for the night. Need to make sure the product is good.” With no more ceremony Leathers plunges her girldick deep into your ass. The O ring gag makes whatever noise you tried to make into one drawn out “aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!” She presses on your shoulders, forcing you down into a more slumped position.

Her cock probes and pushes, even in this cramped position she brings waves of pleasure rippling through you. Her hands move to your hips, pulling you towards her large girlshaft with each thrust. You hear the musclebound woman growl and lean her head forward, knocking yours back into the light pole, as her seed rips through you. She trembles slightly as she pulls out of you, a bead of her girlcum leaking out your ass to the concrete below. “You look like you enjoyed yourself” Denim says to her partner. The other woman just grunts an acknowledgment, and gently slaps your ass as she stands.

The two leave you in that position and take up places somewhere behind you, probably leaning on the wall of the warehouse. It sounds like they are having their own bit of fun, you can hear them loudly fondling each other as they wait. It isn't a long wait, the growing clack of heels on the sidewalk is your only clue that someone is approaching. The unknown person drunkenly voices their approval of the show that Denim and Leathers is putting on. “If it's too hot, you can use that dirty slut tied to the post.”

The stranger crawls on top of you, the taste of alcohol on her breath. Her member probes at your ass, already slick from fondling herself while watching the two women behind you play with each other. She fits into you easily enough, not as big or hard as Leathers was. She kneads at your chest, as she thrusts in and out “Fuck, those two are hot” she whispers into your ear before slumping her head to your shoulder. She pounds harder and harder into you, you wordlessly groan again, a bead of your drool dangling from the O ring.

She continues to work in you, her girldick finally meeting the call and forcing you open a little more. Her head cranes down and she sucks at one of your nipples when she moves her hands to hold you by the hips. She gives you several more firm thrusts before she lets her own torrent of girlseed off inside of you. She slowly climbs back off of you, giving your nipple a parting nip as she does so. A muffled sound of something falling next to you and then you hear her slowly, drunkenly, clack her heels back towards the club.

One of the women walks towards you and you feel a gentle pat on the head “What a good little worm you are tonight” Denim says as she looks you over. She walks back to where she had been watching you get fucked. You hear her mutter “Oh fuck, just put your fingers in a little deeper...” as she trails off already back to being fondled by her partner instead of paying attention to you. You don't realize another person has approached before you hear them ask about using you.

Without saying anything more this new person straddles your chest, her ass resting lightly on your breasts. Her girldick pops into your mouth, easily fitting into the gag forcing your mouth open. You run your tongue along the underside of her girlshaft, teasing the tip and dancing along the base. She roughly fucks your mouth, forcing your head against the cold metal pole more than once. With no great fanfare she blasts a load of her seed back into your mouth, and afterward she pulls your head back forcing you to swallow. Finally you hear her thank the two women before heading on her way.

You just lay there for a while, feeling slightly dazed and very used. The night gets colder as the evening drags on. After an indeterminable amount of time, a loud couple slowly approaches. You can hear the women behind you pick back up and Denim loudly moans again. As the couple approaches you can finally make out some of their conversation “...just too wound up right now. Otherwise we could just fuck on the bus.” Her partner doesn't seem to like the idea. “And risk the driver seeing? I bet they already put the pervs on this line. I'd rather use the fuckbox tied to the pole than risk some random guy seeing.”

She must have offered a persuasive argument as soon you find yourself under one of the women. She takes a similar position as the previous person did, but her cock fits tighter in the gag than the last one. She rests her hand behind your head, holding you away from the pole as she rubs her girldick on your tongue. Her partner rests her hands on your thighs as she settles in between your legs, and behind the woman in your mouth. Her own member probes at your now well used ass.

She slides into you rather easily, down to the base of her shaft. She would be balls deep into you had she still possessed a pair. Your own girlshaft flairs back up as the woman effortlessly plunges in and out of you. Her partner happy to grind her member deep into your throat. You cough and gasp for air as she leans back momentarily before pushing in again. The woman between your legs rubs the end of your cock getting the slick precome all over her hand and your member. The delicate hand leaves your member twitching, then seconds later you hear the woman in your mouth groan as the slippery finger slides into her own ass.

The twin pleasures ensure that she doesn't last much longer before she digs her fingers into your hair and sends a jet of her cum down your throat. She continues to cradle your head to her crotch for a while after, the finger in her still sending ripples of ecstasy through her. Her partner takes a little longer, hands holding the sides of your hips tight after the woman in your mouth finally withdraws. Beads of her sweat drop onto your stomach as she finally rips a thin shot of girlcum into your already full ass. With a huff she pulls out, and the two women walk away chatting about what position to take when they get home.

After a little while longer, someone walks up from behind and places her hand on your girldick. “You've had such a hard night, haven't you? You've been such a good little fucktoy tonight.” Denim runs a finger along the length of your member, arousing it yet again. “Finally, it's my turn” the woman says softly as she guides you between her labia and into her. You gurgle from behind the gag as she lets her weight slide her onto you. Giggling, she thrusts her hips and watches your exhausted form gain a new life.

The woman bounces up and down on you, without using her hands as balance. You thrust as much as you can through the tight bindings keeping you restrained. Her moans gradually build as she tightens the muscles around your member. Finally, with a pair of high pitched squeaks she slumps hard on your member. Her orgasm spasming through her body, along with the sudden downward weight lets loose your own release finally. As you loll your head to the side more drool leaks out from the O ring gag.

One of the women finally pulls the blindfold off. The light from right above shines rather harshly after the past couple hours of being in the dark. Leathers pulls the gag from your rather tired jaw, and swallowing properly for the first time in a while you turn your head towards the ground. As the handcuffs are undone, you rub your aching wrists. Through the electrified pins and needs of blood fully returning to them, you can tell you will have bruising tomorrow. Leathers pushes you to the side with a nudge from her foot before keeping it on your back as Denim undoes the ropes.

Now you see a coffee can that was sitting next to you. Leathers pulls a thick handful of money from it. “You did well fucktoy, I guess we can leave you with bus fare...” as she pulls a couple of the bills out and tosses them back into the can. You sit there dazed and half naked in the night air as the two women walk off arm in arm. Pulling yourself onto your knees the cold are blows across your chest as you gather the money and scraps of your top. Wraping your arms across your chest, you slowly walk back to the bus stop in a heady daze.$JennyFoxes


from Norintha

#Latex #PonyPlay #Exhibitionism #TF

Waking up, you can't help but grin. The calendar has been marked with 'Pony Event' since the turn of the month. Last time was fun, and you are pretty sure that I got another can of that liquid latex. The day drags on agonizingly though, the minutes tick slower and slower. By the time that you finish your chores it's early after-noon and still far too early to go. That doesn't stop you from poking around in the closet, finding a box in my name. Shaking it gently, it rattles like a jar or bottle, with a gentle liquid shifting inside. You bite your lip and squeal audibly in excitement. This has to be more! With this knowledge the days crawls on even slower. Idly watching the clock, the seconds stretch into eternities. Day dreams composed of hours of pony play pass scant moments and you groan in frustration. Eventually, I come home and we have a light dinner. I can see the excitement in your eyes and how exhausting the wait is. I tug your arm and we cuddle on the couch as the clock slowly advances. Finally I give you a knowing nod, and you run off to get dressed while I pack. You start to dig through the closet for the first clean things, a simple green fitted t and slightly worn jeans.

We meet back at the front door about ten minutes later. You grab the gear bag without being told, the bag as heavy as it was last time we did pony play. You walk with a slight spring in your step as we head to the bus and practically buzz while we wait for our stop. Getting off at the warehouses, the street lights are hardly needed as the full moon blazes away. A group of people meet us walking away from the club. “Don't bother ladies, there is a private event tonight; list and everything.” I just smile and nod knowingly at them.

You keep your mouth shut as we pass them, even more excited, curious about what is so special it's a listed event. The bouncer waves us in without checking her list, giving me a grin as we pass by. Your eyes have to adjust to the dim lights of the club. Blinking several times, you see much of the lighting has been replaced by candlelight and fires. In fact, as you look around you can't see a single electric light. The flickering uneven lights cast a myriad of shadows around the edges of the club, though the stage is well lit.

As your eyes adjust you realize all the patrons are naked tonight. Casual nudity isn't rare here of course, or casual sex for that matter. Everyone being naked here is unusual though, and your lack of nudity suddenly makes you feel rather embarrassed, like you are overdressed. You walk past the stage, intending to get to one of the play rooms to change into your gear. The idea causes you to mentally laugh, even here there are social conventions. I tug your arm before you hit the playrooms though, and pull you back towards the stage.

“It's a very special event tonight my love, and you are going to be the star.” Placing a hand on your ass, I push you up the steps to the stage. Quickly stripping off my own outfit and tucking it into one side of the gear bag, I follow you up, my breasts bouncing on the way. Looking out, the shifting shadows play across the audience. While some of the people are still milling about, most have turned to look at you. Crossing your arms, you look nervously back at me. I wrap my arms around you and give you a hug, before working your skirt down.

You step out, and follow my lead. Slowly stretching one arm up, you peel the green t-shirt and off, slowly revealing first your tummy, then cleavage. Tossing the piece of clothing atop your skirt, you turn and face away from the audience before bending and slowly working your panties off. Twisting on one heel, and obviously having fun now, you face the audience again. Your half hard girlcock waves in front while you unclasp your bra. You shift both shoulders forward, letting the bra drop to the ground. I kick the pile off into the shadows and point.

Looking to the ground, you see a circle marked on the stage. Strutting to the mark you take your place. From here the crowd takes on inhuman features as the light and shadow fight in your eyes. The sound of the gear bag draws your attention away. I pull out another can of the latex, and your hooves. Stepping into them quickly, your fluster dies down and you start to feel the part again. You lean forward, letting me attach your bridle before standing back up. The light and shadows only flicker more intensely now.

You can hear me open the can, and a flash happens in the corner of your eye. You resist the urge to turn and look though, staying in position as a well-trained girl should when in a show. The crowd has grown totally quiet, which is unusual for most shows. The first daub of latex goes onto your calves just like the last time. After the initial chill you remember from the cool liquid your body starts to feel warm. The warmness comes with a tickle that makes holding still difficult. Taking deep breaths you brace yourself.

The warmness spreads up your entire body while your calves and lower legs start to feel an intense tingle build and the warmness fade. Your heart pounds as I keep applying the goopy liquid to your thighs and hips. As I continue your uncovered body gets warmer and warmer. You bite the bit of the bridle and close your eyes trying to maintain your composure. In the background of your head you think you hear a low chant coming from the audience. The tingle in your legs grow and you struggle to stay standing, like your muscles have turned to rubber.

“Just a little more, my good girl.” I whisper to you as the cool latex covers your chest. You try to focus on breathing, but an unexpected heaviness on your bust distracts you. From the corner of your eye, you could swear your breasts were larger. The bit of latex you can see almost looks like it is scintillating. Wondering how the liquid could do that does more to distract from the tingle and weakness spreading to your core. I undo the clasps on the bridle, and the leather straps dangle from the bit, still in your mouth.

This time, I work the latex higher up your neck, reaching your hair line. The brush feels rougher than you were expecting as it crosses your cheeks, and covers the edges of your ears. The last stroke carefully crosses your face. Your limbs feel like they are stretching in an abnormal way, but it isn't painful at all. I softly run a finger across your eyes, breaking open enough for you to see again. The only thing in your vision though is a glowing light that seems to circle you.

The audience has gotten louder too. Not cheers or raucous cat calls, but loud chanting in a language you don't recognize. The tingling from the latex assails every inch of your skin now, and you fear that you might fall over if the feeling grows any stronger. The lights die back down, and the crowd grows silent. Your eyes adjust back to the usual stage lighting, and can see the latex is a swirled rainbow of colors instead of deep black as last time. The dry latex still whorls on your skin. You move to touch and see if it's still wet.

You don't realize that your arm is bending in the middle of your forearm until your hand touches your other arm. Your heart almost pops out of your chest and you land on your backside, with a soft squeak. Looking up at me wordlessly your mouth gapes open. “My pretty pony, isn't this what you have always wanted? Always dreamed of? Deep in your heart, isn't this exciting?” Your heart races as the words sink in, what you always wanted. Looking at your forearm bent awkwardly the meaning seeps into your realization.

Wobbly you try to stand back up. Pliant latex where you once had firm thigh muscles make this a more difficult exercise than it was before. Taking you by the shoulder, I help you to get back on your hooves and lead you slowly around the stage. Your ample thighs squeak as they rub together, and the tips of your tail tickles at your rear as it dangles. Being led through the crowd, you see that most of the audience is, like you, something more than just human now. Antler and fangs, and proportions that can only be described as feral. Turning back to the stage, you see someone brought out a bondage bench to the stage as I walked you through the spectators.

Stumbling slightly, you climb back onto the stage and whicker softly as I bend you forward onto the bench and tighten the straps around your torso. Your newly increased bust flows to either side. A pair of solid thuds later and your arms are locked to the legs of the bench. My legs press against yours, the warmth of my body pressing on your backside. Your tail flops to the side, tickling your thigh as it trembles. My hand reaches under you, and wraps around the thick flare that is growing between your stomach and the leather of the bench. A finger reaches out and traces gentle figures along the underside of your now massive girlcock.

You reflexively stamp a hoof as my finger teases your now drooling member. Lightly, my nails trace down to the base of your shaft and cup your swelling balls before reaching an entirely unexpected piece of anatomy. My finger, slick in your juices, pushes into and along your labia before brushing against your clitoris. You let loose a mighty whinny and flare your nostrils as the wave of pure pleasure ripples through you. One finger, then two and finally a third push into your vagina with soft squeaks joining each movement. The crackles of pleasure cause your tongue to drift out and under the bridle's bit before the whole thing finally falls to the floor next to you.

Pulling my hand slowly back out of you, I smear your fluids along your ass, your latex skin squeaking still. Reaching under you once more, my hand slowly strokes up and down the side of your girldick once more becoming slickly sticky. “You make the perfect lubricant dispenser now, my pet. Two pumps and I am slick enough to enter you.” You start to catch your breath once my hand leaves your genitals. You are focused enough that you miss the slight squeaking noise coming from just behind you. Your attention drifts blissfully as pressure at both of your entrances snaps you back to the club. The familiar feeling of your ass being filled is met with the almost alien feeling of my girlcock squeezing into your shiny new latex pussy.

With a grunt and snort you relax and let me enter, my girldick and the strap-on each sending waves of pleasure echoing through your new body. My weight presses down on you, as drops of my sweat roll down your sides. Holding your shoulders, I push myself up and slowly pull my hips away from yours. My fingers dig into you, distorting the rainbow swirls as I pull myself towards you again. Your hips thrust on the firm bondage bench as your girlshaft throbs for attention, as the twin firmness in you slides in and out at a slowly growing pace. The warmth of my breath washes down the side of your neck before me nip at you.

Faster and faster, my hips slam into you, sending ripples through your form and further sliding your girlcock along the now slick top of the bench. By the time you feel the splash of my seed inside, you are already braying as your own girlcum squirts out, before pooling underneath you. Releasing you from the bondage, I help you slowly sit up the new weight of your breasts pulling you slightly forward. My lips meet yours and I lean into the kiss, pushing you back onto the bench.$JennyFoxes


from Norintha

#Religion #Drugs #ForcedFem #GroupSex

Looking in the mirror, your dress shirt is absolutely laying funny. Turning to the side you sigh as you knot your tie. “Must be the smoothies I get” you mumble to no one in particular. Black slacks and black shoes. Grabbing your pack you catch one last look in the mirror. Running a hand through your hair, you think you still cut a good look. Stack of tracts to pass out, and a bible in the pack. Cross around your neck, proudly displayed for everyone to see. Another day of saving sinners from Satan and His minions in the modern world. Putting on your helmet, you push your bike out the front door, locking up behind you. The Sun is already out and shining in your eyes, it'll be a hot day today. It's a refreshing ride to the beach, basking in the glory of creation. As you ride, you rattle through your list. You get to the beach and hope The Sinner isn't there. Of all their flaws, slothfulness isn't one of them. One of those trans people, they flaunt their hatred of God and the natural order – this world doesn't bat an eye. A day along the boardwalk handing out literature, then home and dinner. Finally, you reach the smoothie shack. The Sinner is working again, they are almost always there working. You put on your best smile, The Sinner might be saved yet. “It's gonna be a hot one today, you should have a large before you go saving souls!” They say as you walk up to the shack, shaking your head “Just a small.”

“Have you looked through that new pamphlet I left for you? I think it'll answer a lot of the questions you had that led you to this.” They just laugh, and give you the smoothie as you pay. “Oh, and here is your punch card! Looks like you get a free one next time.” Small blessings, you think to yourself. Going down the boardwalk, you start your day of handing out salvation to anyone who will listen. In this world though, most people have closed their hearts to being saved. More and more people just crumble up the word in your face.

It's both depressing and heart lifting to minister along the beach. The concentration of sinners, and proud at that, is high. But when you reach someone, and the light enters their eyes it feels worthwhile. Though, you admit, overall it's been far more depressing than heart lifting. The long day drags on. People curse at you, make obscene gestures and try to rip away handfuls of literature to toss to the ground. By the time you have trudged back to the shake shack, and your bike the sun is going down. The Sinner waves at you, painted up like a doll.

“You want your freebie tonight? I can make you an end of the night special.” Pulling down your shirt, and re-tucking, it you notice your figure looks off again. You start to wave the offer away before The Sinner interrupts “Looks like you almost died in the heat, you sure?” Wiping the sweat off your brow you figure nothing could really hurt. It isn't like you sat for lunch or anything today. Pulling out the punch card you put it on the counter. The Sinner takes it with a smile and pours berries, juice and a scoop of protein powder into the blender. Handing your drink over, The Sinner sets about closing the stand. Sitting at the little table, you sip the smoothie. Your head starts to pound, and you set the drink down to rub your temples. The shutter on the stand slams shut startling you. Taking a breath, you feel flustered.

“You okay? You look like you are overheating” The sinner asks from around the door to the shack, in their lilting voice. “Just brain freeze.” You answer with a dismissive wave. Wiping your brow, you pick the smoothie back up and take another long, slow draw from the straw. You exhale sharply, and your head spins. The rest of the smoothie spills as you slump forward at the table. The Sinner runs over to you. “Ah careful now, let me get you out of the Sun where I can help you.” They get an arm under you and lead you inside the closed shack.

Laying you on the floor of the stand, they stand over you. “Alright honey, this was for your own good.” Going through your pack, they dump the rest of the leaflets into the trash accompanied by snapping plastic and a heavy thud, as the hard bound bible crushes several discarded smoothie cup. You try to protest, but your arm weighs too much to move. Bending down, she pulls the cross from your neck, stating “This has one more part to play” before slipping it into a pocket. She reach over and pull a bottle of water from the back wall. “Here, drink this” They open the water and you take several sips, swallowing something. “Good, Now just close your eyes, and relax.” The voice echoes in your head now and halos swell from the lights. You blink and the darkness encroaches. The last thing you see is The Sinner pulling your white dress shirt off, to toss it in the trash with your tracts and bible.

The first thing that snaps back into your world is the raging fire. Your heart is racing, but you can't get away. But, you don't want to get away. The fire looks beautiful, orange and red flicks dancing in the darkness. Watching more, you realize that you are watching a bonfire. “Sisters! I bring a new member for our family!” You recognize the speaker, from the smoothie shack. You never realized that she was pretty until now. A strange woman approaches her and begins speaking solemnly “Sister Samantha, you honor The Goddess with this offering.”

The woman you now know as Samantha answers “Thank you, this one has already been given treatments for months. Look how her breasts have started.” The other woman squats on the ground next to you and her hand squeezes your chest. Your face flushes and you bite your lip at the touch. Looking around, you see you are out on the beach still. The bonfire is raging away, and a group of people surround you. And all of them are naked. The strange woman approaches you and looks you in the eyes. “Are you ready to embark on your journey? Ready to make the offering?” The words soak into your head. You have no idea what they mean, but you feel no fear answering “Yes.” Hearing your answer, Samantha walks to the fire. “Goddess, accept this offering, and reforge it in Your Own.” She dangles something on a chain before dropping it in the flames.

Samantha walks back to you, her penis swaying between her legs. The flames outline her body, giving her a heavenly glow. She kneels down in the sand beside you and takes your face in her hand “Would you like to join us in celebrating The Goddess tonight?” You silently nod. She pulls you forward, your palms your palms meeting the sand. Samantha walks behind you and you hear her settle behind you. “Breath deeply, and hold it when you exhale” You do as she asks, and an intense pressure fills you from the inside. The feeling is new and amazing.

The fire looks like it's glowing all the colors of the rainbow. One of the other women walks in front of the blaze then, looking up, you realize her member is pointing right at your face. She rests a hand on the side of your head and smiles at you, and you return the smile. As hard as your heart is beating, everything feels perfect. You lean forward, mouth open. The woman slides her girldick between your lips. You run your tongue around the member, marveling at the tastes and texture. Behind you, Samantha slowly pulls your hips to hers.

As Samantha moves behind you, you hear a soft grunt. The woman you are sucking on doesn't break eye contact with you. With the fire glowing behind her, it feels like a power is moving between you. Soon, the woman withdraws and faces the fire and another woman takes her place. The woman opens your mouth with a finger before, she too places her girlcock into you. You lick and trace along her member with your tongue, while Samantha continues to push deeper and deeper into you. As with the last woman, you never break eye contact. And as before, she soon stands and faces the fire.

The ceremony continues, with each woman in the circle offering their girlcocks to your lips. Samantha's shaft has been bringing you pleasure this whole time, wells of enjoyment building in you, that you have never experienced before. Crying out, you drop your face to the sand. Opening your eyes you see, both your chest swaying as Samantha pushes in you, and a hand wrapped around your own member. A skritch at your head grabs your attention. The woman who originally addressed Samantha and grabbed your chest has come for her turn in your mouth.

Samantha though, has been working faster and faster. Finally you hear her exclaim “Oh Goddess” before a warmth flows inside of you. Samantha stays inside of you, pumping your girldick, while the last woman stands and walks to the fire. You squeal as Samantha's hand pushes you over the edge and you spurt out onto the sandy beach. Only then does she pull her flagging girlcock from you. Taking you by the arm, Samantha pulls you up, and to the fire. One of the women pulls an object, some sort of pan with a comically long handle from the fire. She tips it out on the ground, and you squint. Some liquid pours out into pentagram that has been drawn into the sand with a finger.

Samantha places a bowl of water in your hand and nudges you toward the pentagram. Guessing, you pour the water out over it. To your surprise, the shape hisses and cracks. The other woman walks over and picks up the cooled metal, only to gently squeeze it into your hands. She smiles and the metal feels red-hot for a fraction of a second. Before you even realize it the metal is cool again. Opening your fist you see the pentagram left on your palm, already healed. Looking around, all of your new sisters are smiling, and you can't help but to take it all in and smile too.$JennyFoxes


from Norintha

#Ropes #Restraint #Exhibitionism #Request

Sitting on the couch cross legged, you wait. Your laptop is on your lap, but you aren't actually looking at it. Just sitting out waiting for the instant your roommate leaves for the day. The package you ordered finally arrived, and the instant she is gone you are having fun. Your mind keeps drifting to the package in your room. Coils of soft rope, and shorter bits to weave into easy cuffs. A couple other fun things to toss into the mix too. You just need her to leave. The minutes tick on agonizingly, a subtitled video on knot tying playing again. It should be her gym time soon, sometimes she has already left by now. But you can still hear music coming from her room, you really hope that she isn't taking the week off. Rocking back and forth you watch the clock slowly pass time. Finally you hear her door open, then shut. Moments later, she walks past you gym bag, in her hand. Tall with a muscular build, she obviously spends a lot of effort taking care of herself. You practically fly off the couch once her key clicks in the lock of the door. Running to your room, you open the closet. Pulling out the box, carefully hidden under other boxes in your closet like a forbidden treasure, you open the flaps. You checked the box quickly when it came, so you know all the ropes are there already, but now you get to pull them out and really feel them in your hands.

Running one of the ropes between your thumb and forefinger, you enjoy how soft the material is. Wrapping it around your finger, you pull it back and forth. The rope pulls silky smooth around your finger, without leaving any sort of mark or feeling like it was pulling. Realizing that you are grinning widely you calm yourself for a moment. Perched on the edge of the bed, you pull out the rest of the ropes. Several coils of rope long enough to bind arms and legs out to different points, and a long length to make a boob accentuating body harness.

In the bottom of the box, four shorter lengths meant to be fashioned into rope cuffs around your wrists and ankles. Pulling all the ropes out, you look at them again. Your heart beats faster, and you realize your face is flushed, with how excited you are to use your new ropes. Reaching under your bed, you pull out the box where you keep your wand. Setting it on the bed next to the ropes you start to pull your clothes off. You kick your socks into the open closet, and your top follows in a wad of cloth. Pulling off your jeans, they land near the closet. You work your tight panties off, and fling them onto the rest of your clothing from the day. Picking up the longest piece of rope, you lay it out on the bed. Placing the midpoint of the rope at the back of your neck, you tie a simple knot just over your cleavage, and one under.

A third knot at your belly button, and you loop the rope carefully around your girlcock. Pulling the two ends of the rope between your legs, you loop it up your back and around the rope at the back of your neck. One end runs under each arm and through each of the top two knots. You pull the rope tighter, your breasts popping up and forward through the rope harness. Carefully, you tie the rope ends off on your back, then adjust your breasts and girlcock, looking in the closet door mirror. You jump and, your breasts jiggle pleasingly in their rope dressage.

Tugging on the back, the harness pulls slightly but doesn't slip and tighten at all. In fact, the slight restriction feels kind of nice. The rope itself is so soft and smooth, dry but slick. Twisting in the harness doesn't feel like it would hurt even after extended movement. Taking one of the short cuff lengths, you fold it in half as with the harness. Wrapping the two ends around your ankle, you feel them through the fold and wrap them the other way. Pushing the ends through the same loop you wrap the ends of the rope around your ankle again.

One more time through the loop and you tie the ends off, making a soft rope ankle cuff. Tugging on the loop, the knot holds tight but doesn't hurt your joint or tighten more. You quickly make a similar cuff on your other ankle in moments, before starting to make one on a wrist. Only having one hand slows you down, and you end up using your mouth to pull the knot tight. Upon finishing the other wrist cuff you pull the longer coils from the bed and loop them around the feet of your bed, crossing underneath your frame. Tugging on one pulls the others.

Sitting back on the bed, you feed the ends of the longer ropes through your ankle cuff loops. Taking the wand from before, you place it on your thigh, aligning it on the head of your girldick. Stretching your offhand to the corner of your bed, you loop rope through that cuff. Turning on the wand with your one free hand, you close your eyes and enjoy the vibration for a moment before adding loops of packing tape to hold it in place. Reaching up to the corner with your unbound hand you slowly feed rope through that loop while the toy powers away on your girlcock.

Pulling the last rope through isn't easy but you manage. Straining on the ropes as the wand buzzes, you cry out softly. By yanking on the rope you can bring your thighs part way together, but that pulls your arms to the corners. No matter how you stretch you can't close your legs. The buzzing of the toy seems to be growing in intensity. Shaking your leg doesn't knock loose the tape, just rolls the vibration across more of your parts. Your face flushing you moan out loud, and bringing your hands up to hide your face yanks your legs further apart. The waves of pleasure from the toy start to melt your attachment to reality. You writhe around atop the bed, the ropes pulling and tugging back. It feels like someone is holding the ropes against you as twist in your bindings. Moaning louder, you pant from the constant stimulation.

Something drags your attention back to the real world though; the front door opening. Your roommate calls out a greeting. You look to the direction of the noise and you see your door is open. Your heart rushes, her door is before yours but that doesn't mean she won't pop her head in. You try to hook your thumb under the loop you pulled on your dominant hand's cuff. You can almost reach it. The thump of her walking through the living room and down the hall to her door. There! You just got your nail under the rope, with a little work you can free yourself.

Her door shuts. Your heart calms. Unfortunately you dropped the loop from around your thumb as well. You start trying again, but her door opens almost instantly. Seconds later a knock comes from the wall next to your door. “Hey, are you ok? Usually your door would be closed.” “Uh, yeah I am ok. Just got myself into a little bit of a situation. I'll be fine!” Your heart jumps again. What if she comes in? “Could you close your door then?” The question sounds almost mocking, like she knows you can't. “Just uh, just one moment please, I need to get up.”

“Hah, I bet you do” Your roommate walks into your room, and strolls to the foot of your bed. Your face flushes bright red in embarrassment. The toy continues to rattle away while your roommate speaks, amused “You silly girl, it's far safer to have someone else with you.” She then tugs on one of the ropes running under the bed with her foot, yanking all four of your limbs tight to the corners of the bed. She leans forward, looking at the wand on your wand. “Hah, and you only set the toy to low!” She flicks the switch to the other setting.

Your breathing stutters. You don't use that setting for long because it knocks the wind out of you. Your roommate bends down, out of view. “Gonna tie the slack off so you can struggle harder.” Standing back up she walks to the door “I'll be right back, don't you go anywhere.” Every second feels like an eternity with the wand set to the high setting. Every time you suck a bit of air back into you, it gets knocked back out. Your roommate walks back into view, after a lifetime of stimulation, wearing far less and carrying a small pink leather bag. Putting the bag on the edge of the bed, she runs her fingers down your inner thigh as you struggle fruitlessly on the ropes. “Oh cutie, I have something to try would that be ok?” Her question soaks into your head and you struggle to answer her, through the toy. “Yes, please.”

The wand turns off, and with a rip the tape is gone. She undoes the ropes holding your wrists and ankles in place and rolls you onto your stomach. Pulling your arms behind your back she runs a small length of rope from her bag around your cuff loops pinning them back. Pulling your legs together she does the same thing, then ties your ankles to your wrists. She pulls you by the shoulders, she lets your head hang over the edge of the bed. Petting you softly, she runs a hand down your back, pausing upon your rear. “Just one last little thing.”

With a soft pushing feeling, she inserts something into your ass. The thing rumbles for a moment, like your wand but so much more intense. Walking back in front of you she waggles her hips for a moment, before slowly undoing her fly with one hand letting her girlcock flop out. She moves towards your face, turning her little item on, and as she pulls away, she flicks it back off. She moves her hips back towards you again, this time you open your mouth. She guides her member into you, your heart racing while she turns the toy back onto a low setting.

One hand rests on top of your head as you suck and lick at the girldick in your mouth. The other pulses the toy inside of you. She thrusts, letting your tongue race all around her as she does. The toy buzzes and you casually struggle on the ropes, enjoying the rub on your skin. She pushes her shaft all the way into your mouth, holding the back of your head in place. The toy maxes out inside of you, and you wiggle and pull on the ropes wildly. Your roommate makes a couple soft groans as her girldick twitches and pulses inside of your mouth. Finally the waves of vibration from the toy bring about your own release, spurting out between your stomach and the bed. Your roommate bends down and whispers “What a good girl, I'll be around in a bit to let you out” and leaves the room, toy still buzzing softly inside you.$JennyFoxes


from Norintha

#Exhibtionism #Imprisonment #Long

Whispers have been going through the town, all day. Scouts saw a Dragon again, but not Gorlom the massive bronze beast which has 'owned' your town for longer than anyone alive can remember. Instead, they saw a lithe amethyst beast flying out far past the forbidden woods. Everyone in town was thrilled when Anne, the last girl selected by lottery as an offering to the monster, came home unscathed after a couple days. Now, nearly five months later everyone had forgotten that the lottery had ever happened. Young women were allowed to pursue their hearts instead of waiting until they were too old for the monster Gorlom's tastes to ensure the town would not be razed. You locked yourself in your single room split log cabin this morning and hope the lottery will not be resumed. As young women are wont to gossip, you know that most of the maidens in the village aren't anymore. The fear of Gorlom killing the whole town in retribution if ever given a sullied offering again had kept a surprising amount of women honest, but without the fear of killing their loved ones... There wouldn't be any point lying about it either. If the lottery does start again, the elders won't hesitate to inspect the women who claim they’ve been intimate. And you don't want that secret getting out either.

Thinking back to last night, perhaps you should have left as well. She said she was going to steal away into the forbidden woods and, once she made it through to the far side, find a town without a dragon lording over it. At the time you balked at the idea. If a place as remote and rural as this was interesting enough for a new dragon to take up roost, then surely there are dragons everywhere, demanding tributes and sacrifices. Risking your life going through a cursed woods only to end up in the same situation didn't sound wise. A worse situation you said, what town wouldn't offer up strangers and save two of their own? No, you said, you were going to stay.

Banging your head on your lone table, you wish her the best of luck. You loved her too much to beg her to stay. Pounding your first in frustration you get up to look for something to numb the pain. Wiping a tear from your eye, you dig through your small storage chest, hoping to find one last bottle. Throwing aside the cold weather bedding and the ugly clothing you inherited you find a lone bottle rolling about the bottom of the chest. You down the last swallow of the clear liquor, and almost retch as you feel it burn it's way past your tongue and down your throat. Tossing the bottle to the ground, it shatters.

You curse in frustration at the broken bottle, at yourself for breaking it, at the world, and at her for leaving. Everything would have been fine. Kicking the shards under your bed you sigh and look for something to eat at least. Looking through the house you don't find much. Admittedly this isn't very surprising you hadn't much in the tiny pantry in the best of times. Some stale bread at least fills your stomach, stopping the ache from hunger and the burn from the alcohol. Sitting back down, you hold your head in your hands. Maybe you could sneak out and get to the forbidden woods too. Worth a shot at least. Getting caught is tantamount to admitting to being a virgin, so you would be too valuable to punish if you got caught.

Quickly you run around the house, collecting the last of the bread, a blanket, spare clothes. Not much, but better than running away in the dark with nothing at all. Wrapping your small stash up, you set it on the table and wait for the sun to set. Looking out from your lone window you guess you still have a few more hours to wait. The anxiety of the wait keeps you from staying still, but after a few minutes of pacing, it feels like you will go mad. In the late afternoon your nervous silence is broken by the town bell. It's a call to a meeting. The elders must have decided on a course of action, and the thought of this makes your blood run cold.

The time to leave is now or never. Anyone who isn't at the meeting will get swept up by one of the town guards before the meeting beforehand. Out your window you see the workers in the fields closest to the forbidden woods passing by. Living in the outskirts of the town has its advantages, you think to yourself. Scanning the interior of the small home you grew up in, one last time, you take a deep breath and pop out through the small window on the south facing side. Peering around the side of the house, you scan back and forth. No one left in the fields, but they already harvested a good deal of the crops. No guards close to the woods either.

Clutching your pack close to your chest you walk as quickly as you can to the simple split rail fence. Crawling through the fence you make your way into the fields. Wiping the dirt from your skirt you continue through the tilled rows of dirt, stalks and leaves crunching beneath your feet. Looking left and right, you don't see anyone. Head down and shoulders forward, you start to power through the rest of the crops. As you reach the far fences you slip through the rails as easily as you did before. Turning to face the town, you take one last look at it. Exhaling with a huff you spin on your heels and find yourself face to face with Jedd, one of the town guards.

“Ahhh going for a little walk were we? Maybe you didn't hear the bells but we have a town meeting. Called by the elders themselves, can you believe that?” Jedd clamps his hands down on your shoulders firmly “Now we don't want to keep them waiting, do we?” He grabs your pack away and looks in the top. “Oh that is just a shame, that is. Well go on back to the town with you.” Turning around to face the village you start to walk. Jedd keeps one hand on your shoulder, and carries your pack with the other. It's a painfully slow walk around the fences and into the town proper. Everyone has gathered in the middle of town.

Jedd pulls you through the crowd and tosses you and your pack down at the feet of one of the elders. Your face burns red, as you look at the small crowd. Disproving stares from the burly farmers, while their wives shake their heads almost as if they feel a portion of your shame. Trying to hide the town from your gaze you see the other young women of the town, one of them in particular, Anna, has a look of rage on her face. One of the stoic elders pats her gently on the shoulder and whispers to her before turning to face Jedd.

“Caught her trying to run. Almost made it too, but she got sentimental before she was away.” One of the elders kicks your pack open, the bread loaf rolls out and the clothes scatter on the ground. “Mmmm yes well, I suppose this is proof enough that you are eligible for the lottery, miss?” Elder Traggart leans uncomfortably close to your face as he asks. Choking back tears, you nod. He joins the other elders in a tight circle while they talk in hushed tones. Looking around, the town has formed a larger circle around you and the town elders. Seven other women are in the circle with you, while Jedd, Shara, and the other guards are clustered near the elders.

Elder Traggart walks back over to you “While obviously we can't offer any sort of usual deterrent to ensure others don't try to run from their duties, due to the obvious lack of suitable candidates It was suggested that we dispense with the lottery this Moon Cycle and simply offer you up as our town's payment.” Leaning on his walking stick, the elder turns away from you and gazes at the other women in the circle. “After all, everyone else came willingly, knowing full well what we would be deciding tonight. However the covenant our town has survived by demands that it be a lottery. The dragons are fickle beasts as we all know well, and I won't risk their ire over such a detail.”

“Please, take them all to the empty grain storage and bar the door. We still have much to discuss.” Jedd clears a way through the crowd and the other women follow. Shara grabs you by the arm as you finally pick yourself up off the ground. Her muscles ripple under her jerkin “Come you, won't have you running again” her words addressed to you, in a gruff tone. Dirty looks from the town meet you as you make your way, half stumbling and half pulled, to the empty grain building. Shara pushes you firmly through the door, and you land on the, and bits of grain scattered or sticking to your palms. The woman spits on the ground near you and closes the door.

As you look around the building, you find the only light comes from a window directly across the building from the door. With all the crawling and being tossed about, you find your skirt is rather dirty at this point. Taking the time to brush yourself as clean as you can you take a deep breath. Walking over to the window you can see the mountain where the old dragon Gorlom keeps his roost. His home is high enough that all the towns that lived in fear of him could see him fly at the apex of the Moon Cycle. The fear of that sight, born because he was coming for what was his. Now you hope desperately that the scouts were wrong and there won't be any dragon flight tonight.

Turning away from the window you look around the building. Bethy and Rachel are comforting each other. It isn't a secret that they were more interested in each other than any of the men in the town. Milly is sitting by herself, drawn up and almost crying. The only other woman you could name is Anne and she is in the same foul mood that you would find her in on a nice spring day, or after having been given a gift. With a scowl, she points at you “They ought to have just picked you and saved us all the pain of this” She waves her arms around. “Trying to run away? Why don't they just make you do it!” She pounds on the wall of the building in frustration.

Bethy chimes in “Will you be quiet? Some of us are spending precious time with our loved ones!” Anne responds, “Oh yes, every six months you two might see each other for the last time; so we all get to watch you cavort shamelessly. Even now when they toss us in like so much food. At least when they locked us in the town hall with blankets and bedding everyone could ignore you.” Rachel retorts “And if you were the least bit agreeable, you might get an invitation to join in.” She then turns to you “You, first time being offered up? It's a perfectly natural expression of friendship and a healthy way to release stress, Bethy thinks you are cute.” She finishes with a wink.

Your face somehow burning even redder, you return to watching the window as Bethy expertly pushes Rachel onto the ground before crawling atop of her with a kiss. The thin clouds above part as the full moon rises into the sky. Scanning back and forth, you wait, responding to flashes and movements that end up being bugs and birds, your exhausted mind playing tricks on you. Looking away once again, you see Bethy has shoved her hand up Rachel's skirt, while burying her face in Rachel's exposed breasts. Rachel has resorted to biting her finger while she is pinned under Bethy. The smaller Rachel, pulls up her skirt showing off thin blond wafts of hair over her vulva. Bethy pulls her fingers out, and gives them a lick before lowering her face to Rachel's groin and licking deeply at it.

Rachel's face flushes red as Bethy slowly probes the other woman's genitals with her tongue. Rachel crosses her legs behind Bethy's body and pulls her close. Turning her head again to look at you, Rachel wiggles a finger at you. “I meant it,” She says breathlessly “You should come over and help poor Bethy out while I hold her down.” Bethy makes some kind of noise from deep between Rachel's thighs but you have no idea what she may have said. Rachel strokes Bethy's hair “Oh yes, just like that.” Before arching her back and digging her fingers into the dirt floor. Gasping for breath Rachel whispers “Come on, help the poor girl out.” To which, Bethy shakes her hips in the air.

Anne looks across the room, still grumbling loudly to herself before walking to the small window and pushing you away. “If I have to be here, I'll have the only place I can ignore those two.” Bethy is still buried in Rachel's thighs and the sounds alone has gotten your girlcock to strain on the bindings you have it hidden in. As you sit next to the two women, Rachel's labored breathing reaches your ears. Her gentle sounds causing your face to somehow flush redder yet, as your heart races in your chest. Bethy, feeling you sit next to her, spreads her, spreads her legs wide, opening further for you. The woman's ass and slit both open invitingly for you to lick or probe. Running two fingers between her labia, you tickle at the edge of her entrance. She shivers and thrusts her hips so that your hand brushes upon her clitoris.

Tracing a moist fingertip up, you find the woman's clitoris to be quite sensitive. Each touch sends shudders through her body, as you run slow circles around her. By now Rachel has both hands on Bethy's head, pinning the woman still no matter how much her lower half shudders and shakes. As you draw your fingers back out, her body slumps in disappointment. You can just hear her whining bubbling up from between Rachel's legs. You run the moist tip of your finger upward from the bottom of her mound, along her taint, and to her puckered ass. She thrusts at your finger, lusty for you to penetrate her with something. Your girlprick feels like it is going to tear through your undergarments as you look at the round, bouncing ass.

Biting your lip, you push the idea out of your head. That risk isn't worth the price. Instead, you get on your back and crawl between Bethy's legs and spread her labia wide with your other hand. Your tongue slowly, delicately, touches the tip of the woman's clit as you work your index finger into her ass. She slumps the weight of her hips and thighs back onto your face as soon as you make contact with her. The slightly sweet, slightly salty taste of her fluids fills your mouth and nose as they run down your chin like an over ripe fruit. Sliding your finger out and in of her ass, you slowly tickle around the base of her clit with flicks of your tongue.

Bethy's thighs clamp tightly around your head. With your other hand, you snake a finger into her vagina. Licking and rubbing her clit with your tongue you slowly alternate which finger is inside of her, pulling the finger from her rear, and pushing the ones on your other hand into her vagina, then returning them to their original positions. Her moans of pleasure are loud enough for you to hear through the many sets of thighs they are traveling through. A fist pounding in the dirt is the only other noise you hear, as Rachel is brought to a climax. You can tell she let go of Bethy as the other woman's cries of pleasure have gotten louder.

Hands sneak under your top and squeeze your chest softly, working your nipples expertly. Firm pressure builds and throbs under your nipples as she presses and works them. Your fingers both push into Bethy at once, causing her to let loose a muffled cry. Rachel pulls your neckline down around one of your breasts and gently laps at your chest with her tongue. Catching your breath you return to massaging Bethy's insides, the womans moans of pleasure echoed in her quivering hips. Her body stiffens. She cries for the Goddess. Warm juice drips down onto your face, and the woman slowly falls forward, taking her weight off of you.

Rachel looks you in the eye before kissing your cheek and licking her girlfriend off of you. “Your turn, cutie” She then traces a slow finger down the front of your dress. Your face flushes and you move to wave her hands away from your hemline. Stuttering you respond “That really isn't...” you trail off as Bethy levers herself up on to her elbow “She knows what she is doing, just lay back and let her show you.” You press your knees together, and push your back against the wall of the building. “No, it's uh, it's really ok.” You doubt that letting anyone find out would be good for you.

Before Rachel can make another attempt, the door to the grain storage opens. Shara and Jedd walk in, each holding a sword. Behind them Traggart knocks a stick on the door jamb, snapping everyone to attention. Shara speaks up once everyone is looking at the door. “The elders have decided that lots shall be drawn to decide who shall be offered!” Her voice booms in the small room. Hearing those words, Milly's wails pick back up. Shara glares at you, her hand resting on her sword pommel still, while Jedd walks around the room offering a straw to each woman in turn.

Milly pulls a straw that is longer than the one pulled by the woman after her. Upon seeing this her tears dry, but she still looks like she has seen the dead as she stumbles, shoulders slumped, out of the building. Bethy pulls an even longer straw, while Rachel pulls the shortest straw so far. Bethy clings on Rachel, tears welling in her eyes, while the first woman you don't know leaves as well. The other two women you don't recognize each pull a straw longer than Rachel's as well. Bethy sits there holding her now visibly upset partner. Jedd offers one of the two remaining straws to Anne who hesitates a moment before reaching.

The straw she pulls is as long at Bethy's and she looks smugly at the two women, as she is allowed to leave as well. Nervously you extend your hand, taking the last straw between your thumb and forefinger. Holding your breath, you pull the bit of plant out of Jedd's gripped fist. With a sly grin and an almost imperceptible twitch of his index finger, the straw breaks with the faintest of snaps. The piece you pull out is far shorter than Rachel's. You start to protest, but Elder Traggart in his advancing age saw nothing and hushes you. Rachel breaks down crying in Bethy's arms and fall to the ground, as Shara and Jedd grab you by the wrists.

The two guards pull you from the grain storage kicking and screaming, until Shara punches you in the stomach. “Shut your mouth and show some dignity. No one will remember a runner well, but you can at least not teach the children that this is how decent people behave.” Spitting and sputtering you let them drag you without any more resistance to the largest cart the small town has. Shara climbs onto the cart first, turns and stoops at the back edge. She grabs you by the shoulders while Jedd places his hands on your ass and shoves you into the cart.

Shara uses her grip to pin your back to the rough wooden side of the wagon. Jedd pulls your wrists through the slats and binds them to the wood. After he finishes restraining you, he climbs up onto the wagon and joins Shara in sitting next to you. Elder Traggart climbs to the front of the cart, his walking stick across his lap. One of the farmers in the town, who won't look you in the eyes, finishes harnessing a mule to the wagon and hands a short crop to the elder. Prodding at the poor beast, the mule starts the trek to the altar.$JennyFoxes


from Bird Droppings

This is part of a 5 part series on my adventures helping my friend move. Check out part 1 and start there!

The Plan

The planned route The penultimate leg of our journey would have @norintha and her belongings dropped off at the Reno/Stead airport, KRTS. From there I would either go directly home, or hang out with folks for a bit before heading home. The end of our journey was in sight, a mere 3.5 hours away.

Hot and Spicy

Of all of the takeoffs that we performed during this trip, this one was going to be the most dangerous. The reason was density altitude. Every other flight was either light weight, lower altitude, or during a cool time of day. This flight was departing at 11:30AM Mountain Time, fully loaded with cargo and fuel. The heat of the day was rapidly approaching, and my density altitude calculations showed the air getting thinner and thinner around us.

As we took off, this problem immediately reared its head at us. The temperatures on my engine cylinders rapidly shot up. 350ºF. 360ºF. 370ºF.

The Lycoming IO-540 naturally aspirated engine in the Piper Cherokee 6 300 is rated to only go up to 400ºF as its maximum temperature. After this temperature, it starts to have problems. Indeed, anything above 350ºF for an extended period of time isn't great for the engine, although it's fine to run it up there for a while.

The temperature kept climing. 380ºF. 390ºF

Another thing about the engine being at 400ºF or above... Oil doesn't survive at that temperature. So if the engine temperature rise above that, it would be rubbing metal against metal without lubrication.

393ºF 394ºF

Why was this happening? When you take off from a high density altitude airport, you want to maximize the amount of power that you're producing in your engine. To do that, you reduce the amount of fuel in the fuel to air mixture until it is burning at its hottest, optimal rate. However, in the initial climb especially, there's not as much air flowing over the air cooled engine. Worse, at a high density altitude airport, there's less air in the air to flow over the engine...

The fix is to make your climb more shallow, to allow more air to flow over the engine, and/or to enrichen the fuel to air mixture. More liquid fuel actually cools off the engine. Of course, both of these things reduce the plane's ability to climb. A shallower climb slows the plane's ascent, and more fuel in the fuel to air mixture reduces its power output.

As the temperature started to reach 397ºF, I was doing both of these things quite aggressively.

My altitude and airspeed over time You can actually see the slight decrease in climb rate in the climb chart in this graph here. The green bar is my altitude, and you can see how it initially climbed quite quickly, but then starts to round out. That's where I was slowing my ascent to cool the engine.

I carefully played with the fuel mixture and climb angle to get as much performance as I could get out of it without overheating my engine. As I increased my fuel richness and reduced my climb rate, the engine temperatures started to come back down and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was slow, but we made it to 10,500 feet and leveled out.

Exchanging rain and thunder for turbulence

Initially, the air was relatively smooth as we leveled out at our cruising altitude. The water below us was red with what was presumably salt, and it was beautiful. It also was probably cooling the air off a bit.

Mountains rising out of the Great Salt Lake of Utah As we flew past the water onto land, we were hit with a wave of substantial turbulence. You see, as the ground is warmed by the sun, it causes the air around it to heat up as well. This causes that air to rise. Those columns of rising air, or thermals, are lovely for glider pilots and folks looking to gain altitude. Unfortunately, they also bring with them a lot of turbulence.

For about the next hour we found ourselves being fairly constantly tossed about in the small plane. Bumps and thumps pervaded our experience as we were tossed to and fro. It was definitely light to moderate turbulence, nearly as bad as my flight back from the Grand Canyon. Oddly, I was more worried this time because of all the cargo in the back.

As we crossed into Nevada from Utah, I briefly tried 12,500 ft MSL and found it to be smooth and gentle. Unfortunately, I also discovered that the already intense headwind was even 10 knots worse up there. We were only doing 100 its over the ground at that altitude and wouldn't get into Reno until as late as 2:30pm or later. @norintha reassured me that she could handle the turbulence, and we dropped back down to 10,500 ft.

Elko from the air As we flew back over Elko, NV, I snapped an almost too late picture of the little town. It was nice to see the little town that @coda and I had stayed in overnight on the way to Denver just 2 nights prior. Seeing that made it feel like we really were starting to unravel this long journey. We pressed on into the turbulent skies

The sameness of Nevada

I didn't get many pictures or videos of our flight through Nevada, for several reasons. For one, I was being beset with considerable turbulence most of the time. I needed to stay focused a lot to keep the plane upright, level, at altitude, and pointed in the right direction. The other reason I didn't get many pictures is because Nevada, while being beautiful, is kind of... the same everywhere. It's all brown valleys, alkali lake beds, and brown mountains.

A river in Nevada Moments like this picture are frankly rare. At least, that was our experience of Nevada as we flew through it. The intricate and varied textures of Wyoming and Utah are vastly superior to the simple mountains and valleys stamped out in Nevada. It was like someone took the clone tool and just repeated the same terrain over and over again there.

Brown mountains in Nevada I mean really. How many pictures like this do you really want?

Pyramid Lake That said, there are definitely some lovely areas of Nevada, and some really interesting places to fly too. After 3 hours of flying, this place, Pyramid Lake, came into sight. Our destination was almost upon us.

Cargo Delivered!

Reno/Stead airport came into view on the other side of a hill, and we landed. It was a fine landing. A little hard, but in the gusting crosswind I had landing there, I was very happy with it.

Our final track looked like this: Our track log going to Reno

The airport layout was a little bit confusing, but I managed to find an empty parking spot to park in while we emptied the plane and waited for @norintha's partner to come pick her and her stuff up. They were a little confused by the airport layout as well, but they eventually found us, and I showed them how to drive up to the plane. They shocked me by managing to get literally everything loaded up in their little car in a single trip!

They offered to give me a ride to their place to get some food and drink, but I refused. As much as I could really use a break from all of the flying I'd been doing, being this close to home, I just wanted to get home and finally relax.

Returning to home

@norintha and her partner helped me gas up the plane, and I took back off. The climb rate was AMAZING now that I was over 500 pounds lighter. Though the terrain being a bit close made me spiral upward as I climbed to a nice altitude to cruise over the nearby terrain.

My track log leaving Reno You can see my route here

A beautiful mountain north of Tahoe A picture of the eastern face of this mountain was probably the last truly lovely photo I took. I was really in love with this mountain, though as I watched another plane flying on its other side, I realized that it would have been better for me to get on its windward side instead of its leeward side. Ah well, I was high enough and far enough away that it wouldn't have been an issue, but it was a good thing to learn for next time.

Farmland in California's Central Valley Maybe it was the fact that my oxygen tank had emptied and now I was getting some mild effects of hypoxia. Maybe it was the fact I had been awake since 5am. Maybe it was the fact that I had now been flying for over 8 hours that day. Whatever it was, while I was cruising over California's Central Valley just south of Sacramento, I started to cry with a feeling of joy, pride, and accomplishment.

Since my first visit to an airport when I was little, watching a massive machine of metal climb into the air like magic, I've been fascinated and amazed by the magic and freedom of flight. With this adventure, flying 18 hours over 3 days, crossing 1700 miles going halfway across the country and back, dodging severe weather along the way... This adventure felt like a milestone to me in realizing those childhood dreams of being able to be free like a bird and take to the open skies. It reminded me a little of how I felt after the first time I ever flew an airplane without my instructor. I was also so happy that @norintha was back in a reasonable range, and immensely looking forward to flying over the mountains and visiting her from time to time.

A mountain range This mountain range may not be remarkable to anyone else, but for me, every time I see that familiar shape, it represents home. It's the mountains around the Livermore valley, and straight ahead (blocked the propellor) is the Calaveras Resevoir that I usually fly over on my way home. There was some very moderate, almost severe, turbulence coming through the south end of the Livermore valley, but I brought the plane in and landed, taxiing back to my mechanic to get some outstanding work done.

@coda was waiting for me by the gate, with kisses and hugs celebrating my return.


I lie on the ground exhausted

I was exhausted. Flying 18 hours and waking up so early and not having proper meals had taken its tole. I jokingly collapsed under the plane for a moment while @coda emptied the plane of our travel stuff and loaded the car up with things.

We drove home, stopping for boba and Pad Thai for me, and I spent the rest of the day relaxing with my partners, chilling out after such a wonderful adventure.

What a trip!


It should be noted that the term “Pandora Moving Services” is entirely in jest. No money exchanged hands. Indeed, the flight was performed entirely under FAR part 91, the rules for a non-commercial private pilot. The entire flight was conducted under Visual Flight Rules, flight plans were filed, and a weight and balance and density altitude check was performed prior to every single flight.


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This is part of a 5 part series on my adventures helping my friend move. Check out part 1 and start there!

The Plan

While the flying that we had planned for Sunday, August 10 was not intended to be the most difficult, it was certainly planned to be the longest. The first leg would be a 3.5 hour flight from Denver to Ogden starting at 6am. At Ogden, we'd fuel up, use the bathroom, then press on to Reno, another 3.5 hours away There we would drop off all of @norintha's belongings and her move would be complete. I would then fly another 1.5 hours home. In all, it was planned to be 8.5 hours of flying in a single day.

Leaving Denver, CO for Ogden, UT

My flight plan from Denver to Ogden

We woke up right around 5:00 AM, well rested and chipper. I took a shower and then @norintha and I fumbled with the Kuerig coffee maker to try to get some coffee out of it. The front desk of the quaint English themed hotel we were in had promised us little bags of breakfast, but no one was in the office. So we walked to the airport in the warm cloudy morning, talking about board game kickstarters and the like. We paid our fuel and parking bills and started getting the plane ready.

The plane had already been fueled up the previous night, but it did need some oil from all its travels the day before. 2 quarts of oil later, we were off!

Denver Mountains and clouds The plane lurched down the runway and climbed slowly into the warm Denver morning. We could feel the cargo we were carrying along with the density altitude, weighing us down. But climb we did towards the beautiful but pervasive overcast sky.

My planning had told me that we would have a few hours before the weather would start getting exciting in Colorado. My planning said we'd be delightfully west of the weather by the time it got rough. Unfortunately, that planning did not quite meet reality. As we leveled out at 10,500 ft. MSL, our cruising altitude for this trip, I pulled up the ADS-B NexRAD weather data on my Foreflight and scouted ahead.

Before us, right in our path near the Medicine Bow VOR, was a fairly powerful, but dissipating, thunderstorm. To the south west of it was a line of other storms, all growing in strength. To the west, throughout Wyoming, we were seeing other small rain storms starting to pop up. It looks like our anticipated quiet morning wouldn't be quite as quiet as I had hoped.

That thunderstorm, closer I really loved the shape of this thunderstorm, so well defined against the nearby clouds.

To cross this line of thunderstorms, we had a few different options. We could try to fly north east and go around the thunderstorm, but that would cost us a considerable amount of time to get sufficiently safe distance from that storm. We could go south over Laramie and perhaps aim for the city of Saratoga, navigating south around the mountain ranges in the area. This would keep us out of the bad weather, similar to how we approached Elko, but it would also put us into some more difficult terrain. Plus, the storms down there seemed to be growing. I felt there was a pretty big potential of getting stuck without a good out down there.

I initially decided to cross the storm between the second and third weaker storms. As I got closer to them, we switched to fly in the larger and clearer gap between the first and second storms.

The dissipating thunderstorm It was a good thing too. The first storm was heavily dissipating, and the two storms behind it had leveled up powerfully and were spitting lightning out of their dark rainy depths.

Several thunderstorms As we scooted past them, hugging the windward side of the first storm, we looked at the other storms in awe and fear.

Into Wyoming

Beautiful terrain As we passed through the line of thunderstorms, I let @norintha take the controls for a bit while I relaxed and snapped some photos of the beautiful Wyoming countryside.

Beautiful terrain The play of light and shadow on the mountains, clouds, and plains was truly breathtaking.

This video was my absolute favorite video of the entire flight. The intricacy of the ground in the dull morning light, diffused by the intense cloud cover above, made this intricate landscape really pop.

As we continued to the west, we saw plenty of rain storms south of us. Near the city of Rawlins, WY, we encountered yet another thunderstorm, but this one was isolated by itself and we just moved along south of it, ignoring it completely. Though just before that happened, I saw two black specks flying towards us away from the storm! I quickly grabbed the controls back from @norintha and turned to the left, dodging the two birds that were flying at 10,500 feet MSL right towards our plane! Encountering birds at this height was incredibly unusual and quite scary, but we dodged each other with minimal fuss and nobody got hurt.

The big storms

As we were approaching the city of Rock Springs, WY, the weather we could see ahead looked kind of ominous. Three growing thunderstorms all plopped to the left and right of our course. We flew to the north of one, with plenty of distance between us and the storm and scouted ahead.

Two storms standing like gatekeepers before us The two ahead stood like guardians before us. Between them we could spy the open sky beyond. Blue, cloudless, stormless air that would take us through the rest of Wyoming and into Utah. Over the radio, we could hear the big jet airplanes all requesting deviations from the area to avoid the storms. We were in the middle of a tempest.

Once more, we “hugged” the windward side of a thunderstorm as we flew between the two storms. I watched the distance between the storms and carefully carefully threaded the needle, ready to turn around at the first indication of turbulence. After a few minutes, the storms fell behind us and we were out into the clear! As the sun came out from under the clouds and blue skies filled our vision, I let out a cheer of delight and relief. We were safe! We'd made it through the weather!

Blue skies before us Nothing but blue skies before us!

A line of clouds stretching to the south Behind us, the sharp edge of the weather system continued further to the south, but for us, we were in the clear.

Into Ogden Brigham Airport

A picture of a navigation chart I made a minor mistake. In planning to fly into Ogden, I had missed considering the mountains to the east of Ogden. You can easily see how I did that by looking at the above chart. The mountains just 5 miles east of Ogden had peaks as high as 9,500 feet MSL. I would have to descend into Ogden at 4,537 feet MSL from well above that height over potentially busy class delta airspace. Not ideal. I checked in with ATC on what they recommended and they suggested approaching from the north, specifically using a waypoint called CARTR.

We aimed for it, climbing to 12,500 feet MSL to get out of the mountain turbulence caused by the tall mountains below us, and I reviewed the chart. Wait a minute... CARTR was basically right above another airport. Brigham Airport. And they had fuel and a nice long runway... Why were we going to Ogden anyways? Screw it!

I told ATC we were switching over to Brigham, closed my flight plan, crossed the mountains east of Brigham, and began my descent into Brigham. I had to descend from 12,500 feet MSL to 4,200 feet MSL, so I aimed for a rapid descent so we could get down, use the bathroom, and get some gas. Unfortunately, my 1500 feet per minute descent turned out to be a bit much for @norintha. Her right ear wouldn't pop and she started to experience an absolutely horrifying amount of pain as the pressure inside her ear canal built and built. As I landed, she was practically screaming in pain, and she was really scared about what was happening. Luckily, I've dealt with this before in a commercial airplane and knew that, despite being excruciatingly painful, all she had to do was pop her ear and she'd be okay. It took three times, but she did finally manage to get her ear popped and restored to normal.

Our final flight track for this route was here: Our flight track from Denver to Brigham

Fuel adventures.

As we taxied into the Brigham airport, the place was desolate. There was no one there, no movement at all. Very few planes even. There were no other planes in the sky. It was eerie. We pulled up to the fuel pods and I put my credit card in to order a bunch of gas. Flipped the handle to start fueling and... nothing. I looked at the machine and it clearly had charged my card. But nothing was dispensing. I sighed and ran it again, resigned to the fact I'd have to dispute or otherwise handle the charges from the first time. This time my card got declined.

Okay, I was starting to get nervous. I'm at this desolate, empty airport in the middle of nowhere with no fuel and this machine isn't giving me anything. What?! I looked at my phone to pull up information about the airport and perhaps get a phone number I could call to get help and... I saw a NOTAM. “Runway 03/21 Closed”

Wait wait... This is a single runway airport. Brigham Airport from above

If the runway is closed, did I... Did I just land illegally on a closed runway!? Is that why no one is here and the fuel machine isn't working?! But but!!! I mean, the runway did look kinda fresh but was it really that fresh!? Oh no!

For a moment I panicked and my thoughts were racing about what to say about this, what to do...

Thankfully, in my panic, I calmed down and realized that I was looking at the information for a different airport. oh. BREATHES We're fine here. LOL.

Now calm, I got to handling the situation correctly. I called the FBO, no answer. I called my bank and found out my card was declined for fraud. As we figured that out, I studied the fuel machine and realized what had happened.

The On/Off switch had been in the On position when I first tried to fuel the plane up. Unfortunately, the machine is REALLY particular, and it was expecting it to switch to On after running the credit card. So it never started the pump. When I switched it to the Off position, the fuel machine decided we were done fueling and instead shut down. What you have to do is first make sure the switch is in the off position, THEN run the credit card, THEN turn the switch on. Credit card issues handled and plane now successfully fueled, we were good to go.

The story concludes in part 5!


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This is part of a 5 part series on my adventures helping my friend move. Check out part 1 and start there!

The Plan

My flight route from KEKO to KBJC

Our plan Saturday morning was to get up at 4:30am, get to the airport by 5:30am, and get off the ground as soon as it was light. Remember, that we were doing this to avoid all of the heat of the day. Also, today was going to be the day that I helped pack all of @norintha's things. Hopefully, we would get to Denver before the weather got too exciting, land, and start packing. Unfortunately, reality had a few hiccups on the way to accomplishing this.

Trouble getting out

The first problem we had was that @coda didn't get any sleep that night. They were up all night long and didn't sleep for a minute. This made getting up that morning a bit more challenging than it could have been.

The next problem we faced was getting back onto the airport. As I mentioned in part 2, we could not easily find any way off the airport that gave us a way to get back on, and we were too tired and hungry to spend too much time searching.

The only thing we did find was this: Sheet of paper with scary writing on it

Yeesh. $200. Well... Looks like we were waiting until 6am after all... But after a few minutes where I stared at the barbed wire fence around the airport and considered ways to jump the fence... I decided to call the $200 callout number and tell whoever answered that I didn't want them to “come out” and cost me $200 or whatever, and just wanted to know how to get onto the airport.

Luckily, the person that answered the phone had a good answer! He gave us directions to a special door with a keypad, and the code to get in. It was already 5:45am, but we were gonna get out early after all!

A quiet morning

The takeoff was unremarkable, and afterwards, @coda slept/dozed while I flew for about 3 hours. The terrain I saw was breathtaking.

Beautiful picture of mountains This was just west of the great salt flats. Just gorgeous mountains.

Beautiful scenery Now starting to fly over the Great Salt Lake of Utah.

Sun reflecting off mountains More of the Great Salt Lake.

Mountains over farmland The mountains just to the east of the salt lake. Continuing east.

Beautiful terrain over Wyoming

More Wyoming Terrain More Wyoming Terrain More Wyoming terrain. That state is so beautiful.

Yes, more

Here's the track route for this segment of the journey Picture of a track log

Time for things to get messy

As we got within an hour or so of Denver, @coda woke up and started getting ready to fly. I could see up ahead that we had some weather brewing, and having my “autopilot” ready was quite important.

Up ahead, near the city of Cheyenne Wyoming, storms were a brewing. Down near Fort Collins, a thunderstorm had developed next to the mountains. Little bits of it seemed to be breaking off to the north and heading towards Cheyenne, then east. With @coda behind the controls, I turned my attention back to all the sources of information at my disposal: ATC, Flight Service, and ADS-B NexRAD weather.

The closer we got, the worse it looked. The rain was thickening up more and more. I searched for a way in, and saw a path where the NexRAD was showing a gap we might be able to fly through. It lead roughly from the Pine Bluffs airport to the Gill VOR. As we flew closer and closer, I heard and watched another airplane successfully navigate that path going the other direction. I figured we should go for it.

Some of the rain to the north of Denver However, as we got closer, the rain to the south looked more like a wall, and no gap was found. Talking to ATC, they suggested we continue east into Nebraska and turn south around Kimball, Nebraska. This deviation added at least 30 minutes to our flight, but it got us around the worst of the weather.

We continued our descent into Denver. I'd like to say that my landing at Rocky Mountain Airport was nice, but it really wasn't. Perhaps because of the high altitude or perhaps because of my exhaustion, I wound up bouncing it down the runway. Ah well. Any landing you can walk away from, right? 😆

Our course wound up looking like this Our final course near Denver

Down in the Valley

After landing and securing the airplane, I met up with my coworker Joelle who would be helping us out with her truck. @coda hopped a taxi/uber/lyft into downtown to spend some time on the town while Joelle and I started a 2 hour drive north into the Denver Mountains Driving in the Denver Mountains

The drive was beautiful and rustic. Joelle's truck got covered in dirt and grime. We arrived at the house and helped @norintha pack her things.

Truck all dirty With the truck loaded up, @norintha said her goodbyes, then we left to go back towards the airport.

Back at the airport

Weather Radar Wouldn't you know it, as we were heading back to the airport, another thunderstorm started to brew up just southwest of the airport. Being in a truck, and not a plane, made this infinitely safer, but it looked like it would be a pain in the butt loading the airplane with all the stuff while it rained. Also, the rain storm kinda looked like some sort of Pac-Man trying to eat the airport, IDK.

Luckily, we somehow managed to arrive just in time. The composite radar showed rain descending over the runways only but nothing was hitting the ground, and we were north of the runways on the ramp. We drove out onto the ramp and quickly loaded up the plane. @coda had even finished hanging out in the city and came back to help out and get dinner with us afterwards.

Two folks stand in front of an airplane, loaded with boxes Somehow, we managed to get all the crap in the plane before any rain fell on our heads. I carefully weighed each box and calculated the weight and balance for the airplane with each box, making sure that all the boxes met the appropriate weight requirements for flying in each location they were in. It was wild seeing the plane so full to the gills with all that stuff, but it also felt really neat.

The plane finished, we decided to get dinner near the airport. I did a yelp search and saw a British pub basically on the airport grounds! We drive over there in Joelle's car and had a delicious British dinner. It was worth it. All 4 of us were exhausted from all of the work and travel that day.

After dinner, I looked up where our hotel was. I knew it was near the airport, as it was another “free” hotel I got in walking distance so we could get out early in the morning again. As we walked back to Joelle's truck, I discovered that we were... already there. The pub we just ate at was literally the restaurant for the hotel we were staying at. I waited until we were at the truck and pretended to give directions for how to get to our hotel. “Okay, what you're gonna wanna do is... stay right here. We're here!”

@coda departed the party and went to the Denver International Airport to catch a commercial flight home. @norintha and I tucked into the quaint English-themed hotel. The bed was soft and while I didn't get a full 8 hours, I definitely got a really good night's sleep.

Read Part 4!!!


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The plan

My flight plan from KRHV to KEKO

To make sure that I was able to minimize the amount of flying I'd be doing during the hottest parts of the day, I planned to do most of my flying taking off right around dawn. Unfortunately, doing so on the first leg, out of Reid-Hillview, could be a problem. Specifically, San Jose has a nasty habit of being covered by a blanket of clouds every morning until as late as 10:00AM, and I'm not an instrument rated pilot (yet).

To avoid being trapped inside San Jose and being forced to do a lot of flying during the heat of the day, I decided that we'd fly out part way on Friday evening, close to sunset. This would avoid the hottest parts of the day over the desert and get us out of San Jose while we could.

The first planned route was KRHV VPBAV VPBAS HNW SWR FMG LLC BAM KEKO. It would take roughly 3 hours to traverse. At the other end, I used some rewards points and got us a “free” hotel directly across the street from the airport.

My partner @coda agreed at the last minute to join me on our flight out to Denver. They've learned enough about flying now that they can help out with things like steering the plane and such, reducing the workload on me and giving me more brain space to work on other problems. I knew that we were going to run into the possibilities of bad weather on our way out there, and having them as a sort of “co-pilot” would really help.

Heading out

The California Central Valley We departed Reid-Hillview around 4:30pm on Friday evening. Our plan was to fly to Elko, NV and get there before the sunset, since we didn't want to be dealing with mountains in the way. With 3 hours of flying in front of us, that left us basically an extra 60-90 minutes of sufficient light to see where we were going. While we would also have moonlight, I didn't want to rely on it. I also didn't want to leave so early that we'd be running into really bad weather.

The area around Yuba Pass As we climbed up over the Sierra Nevada mountain range, I called up flight service, reported our position, and started asking about the weather up ahead. According to them, there was a thunderstorm just southwest of Lovelock that was heading northwest and would probably get in our way. We continued on, recognizing that we may have to divert before we got there.

A weird grove of trees near Yuba Pass I don't know what this collection of trees is, but we saw it just east of Yuba Pass and it was wild looking, so I snapped a photo of it.

The first blocks of weather

The Nevada Desert near Reno As we went west of Reno, I called up Flight Service again to talk about our options. Things had degraded massively. The weather south of Lovelock had moved out of our way for the most part. But the weather around Battle Mountain was horrible and getting worse by the second. A massive storm, easily 30 miles in diameter, was brewing and getting worse and worse. This was smack dab right between us and our destination. Flight Service advised that we do not continue our flight past Lovelock, and I agreed. But what to do instead?

One of the cool things about using Foreflight and an ADS-B equipped airplane is that we were able to view the same weather radar information that Flight Service and ATC were looking at. As @coda flew the plane further east on our course, I poured over the map and considered our options.

A zoom in of our flight plan Looking at this map of where we wanted to go, you can see that Battle Mountain was smack dab directly between us and Elko. Looking past the clusterfuck that was at Battle Mountain, we could see that Elko was still in the clear. In theory, we could still get over there... But how? Going north wasn't a good option. That flew us into other weather that had already continued north, and put us right in the path of some of this really bad weather. Plus, it would eat a lot of time that we didn't necessarily have. That option out, I looked south.

Now, south of Lovelock, Battle Mountain, and Elko, the weather seemed largely good. While there were some rain storms down there, they weren't yet developing into the monster thunderstorms they would become further to the north. They were just dark clouds and gentle rain down there, at least from the radar. But getting there would require us to fly through restricted airspace.

I called up Flight Service and asked if that would work out. They said “Huh. Yeah, actually. That looks good to us over here.” I thanked them and flipped over to ATC and asked permission to go through the restricted airspace.

ATC: “Well uh, R-4813 is currently active. We have special use military vehicles active in that area.”

Me: “What about R-4816? Could we go through there?”

ATC: “Yeah, actually. That should work. You are cleared through restricted area 4816”

WOO HOOO!!! That meant we could make it in good time towards our destination. We pressed on!

I don't know what kinds of “special use” vehicles they had over there, but I do know that a flight of several F-16s in tight formation wound up flying right underneath us as we passed through the restricted airspace.

Dark clouds over the desert We carefully and cautiously approached the dark band of clouds that was feeding the monster thunderstorm some 60 miles north of us at Battle Mountains. It was largely uneventful. A little rain, a little minor turbulence, and we were through. That put us through the weakest part of the line of storms and left us seemingly in the clear to reach our destination. We began our left turn towards the mountains, steering down the valleys between the tall mountains below us.

Racing to the finish line

As we closed in on our destination, we checked in again with NexRAD and Flight Service to see how we were doing. To our horror, a thunderstorm had developed over the top of Elko. Worse, another system was starting to build just south of it and was heading right for Elko.

It was starting to look more and more like we weren't going to be able to put into Elko this evening. I pulled out my iPad and started researching alternative destinations to go to. Having lost time for our existing diversion, we didn't have a lot of daylight left to spend. The best place for a diversion, I thought, would be Wendover, UT, a small town 90 miles east of Elko. I should have liked to go further, perhaps all the way to Salt Lake City, but looking on NexRAD indicated the presence of more thunderstorms in the way, and I wasn't about to start navigating around those at night.

We travelled up the valley, silently hoping for the weather around Elko to move further north. And... it started to. The weather reports I was getting on the ground seemed to be clearing up.

But it was hard to be sure, right? While having all this information on board the airplane is fantastic to help you make the right decisions, ultimately it is only advisory. The reality is what you see with your eyes when you get there. The weather reports sounded better, but were they actually better? I decided we'd fly past Elko on our way to Wendover to get a better look.

It was around this time that I noticed we were flying up a valley north right in between two thunderstorms. Uhhh. NO. I took the controls and executed a quick 90º turn to the right to switch valleys and get us a little more space from the storms. We skirted the northwest edge of a TFR (A temporary flight restriction due, in this case, to fire fighting.) and came up along the Ruby Dome mountains.

Rain over the desert At this point, the small rain storm just south of Elko was starting to develop into a thunderstorm of its own. We watched lighting come out of it and strike a peak just south of the town. We were racing it north, keeping far to the east of it, watching it grow in strength.

Battle Mountain Clusterfuck As we moved further north, we finally could see the giant fuck-off thunderstorm that was hovering over Battle Mountain to the northwest, miles beyond Elko. That thing was a monster.

By some miracle, as we worked our way north next to Ruby Dome, Elko came into view. Beautiful. Clear. VFR for days. While the small storm loomed to the south of it, Elko itself was clear for now. I viewed the situation carefully.

I know that flying near thunderstorms can be extremely dangerous, especially in their path. They can cause severe turbulence even in the clear air ahead of them, lulling unwary pilots into their dangerous traps.

With this knowledge in my head, I considered several things all at once. 1. The storm just south of Elko was small and slow. It wasn't very strong. 2. Diverting to Wendover at this point would result in us needing to do a little bit of night flying over unfamiliar mountainous terrain, not something I was keen on. 3. I had the Elko airport in sight, and knew we could be on the ground in less than 5 minutes.

I put it all together and made what was probably the riskiest decision of the whole flight. I turned left and made for the Elko airport. I descended quickly over the town, made a beeline for the runway, and landed with nary a blip of turbulence.

As we rolled out down the runway, both of us let out a little cheer of nervousness and relief. We were on the ground, safe, and done flying for the evening. We rolled over to the fuel pods to refuel the airplane and watch the storm.

Landed at Elko, with storm in background The rain storm briefly dropped a little rain on our heads, but quickly moved north and west of the town, ignoring us. Shortly after this, multiple other airplanes started to arrive, including at least one commercial jet. We tied the airplane down, grabbed our bags, and left.

Our final course looked like this Our final flight track

An evening in Elko

Figuring out how to get out of the airport was hard. Both of us had missed dinner, and were famished and tired. We grabbed the first door out of the airport, even though we didn't see a door code or any way back in, and headed for dinner. We had food at this amazing Mexican place next to the airport called Costa Vida, then crossed the street to go to our hotel.

The Hampton Inn we stayed at was surprisingly posh and comfy for being “free” for us, and honestly pretty cheap even if it wasn't free. @coda and I turned in, watched the new Rocko's Modern Life movie on Netflix, then went to bed in a super comfy bed, alarms set for 4:30am the next morning.

Read Part 3!!!!


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The mission

My friend @norintha has been in a rough living situation in Denver, CO for a while. The environment and situation wasn't working for her at all. She made arrangements to leave and move to Reno, NV, and her friends there were going to come get her.

And then their car broke down.

My friend was now trapped up there with no way out and few, if any, local friends who had the resources to help out.

That's where I come in.

One thought was that I could grab a Friday night commercial flight out to Denver, rent a big van for a 1 way drive, drive up into the mountains Saturday, pack her stuff, then spend 16+ hours driving her to Reno and another few hours driving myself home before turning in the car.

Another option... I own an airplane with an awesome amount of weight carrying capacity for a small plane. In less time, for actually less money... I could fly my plane out to Denver, pack the plane full of my friend's stuff, and fly her and her stuff to Reno, NV. My airplane with doors open

After careful review of weather forecasts, weight estimates, and more... I chose the latter.

The danger of the mission

So far in my flying adventures, I've only flown east of California once, out to the Grand Canyon. Prior to that, I've mostly flown around California and north to Oregon. Some of these have been excellent and long flight in their own right, but flying all the way to Denver, CO is unlike any of those from before.

Danger 1: High Altitude Flight

Picture of a Mountain, suggesting high altitudes

Most of my flying to date has been with the ground well below 3000 ft MSL (Median Sea Level). Most of the trip out to Denver has the ground well above 5000 ft. MSL, with considerable portions as high as 8000 ft. MSL. This changes a LOT about flying.

To give yourself enough distance above the ground to get things like nice glide distances in case of an engine out, cruising altitudes as high as 11,500 ft. MSL may be necessary. At that altitude, the airplane engine, airfoil, and pilot all find their performance levels reduced by the lower density of air that higher altitudes have.

Engines need to combust a mixture of fuel and air in order to produce a maximum output. As you reduce the air molecules available in a given volume, it gets harder and harder for the engine to produce that level of horsepower.

Wings, control surfaces, and propellors do their thing by interacting with air molecules that flow over them. Reduce the amount of air molecules around them, and you also reduce the effectiveness of all of these things. Landings, take offs, and more are all negatively affected, and careful calculation of how much runway will be necessary at a given altitude, as well as what kinds of climb rates to expect, are vital.

And last, but not least, human pilots need plenty of oxygen to enable their brain to function well. Reduced air density at high altitudes means reduced amount of oxygen available to the pilot. While FAA regulations don't require supplemental oxygen below 12,500 ft. MSL, pilots and passengers both can start to experience minor degrees of hypoxia well below that. Even a small reduction in blood oxygen levels can have significant effects on the ability of a pilot to process the information and make the decisions necessary for the accomplishment of a safe flight.

Danger 2: Desert Heat and Mountains

A view just east of Reno, NV Most of the environment between here and Denver, CO consists of what we call “high desert” environments. Hot, high altitude areas with lots of mountainous terrain. This makes for some unique challenges.

Hot air tends to be less dense than cooler air. As a result, even if the airplane is flying at, say, 11,500 ft MSL, hotter air might make the airplane “feel” as though its flying even higher. This affects all of the same things that high altitude affects, including the engine, airfoils, and human pilots. The altitude that the air “feels like” is referred to as the “Density Altitude” and it is critical to calculate what that is when flying in high desert environments.

Heat is also one of the things that energizes air flow. Hotter air, in a sense, “gets excited.” As air gets heated up, it tends to rise, creating thermals, clouds, wind gusts, and more. Over the hot deserts in the afternoon, this can create turbulence that is virtually unbearable, or in some cases, downright dangerous.

All that hot air moving around gets even more exciting when it encounters mountains. In these scenarios air acts a lot like water does when traveling over the rapids. It splashes up over a mountain range, accelerates over the peaks, and rapidly drops off the other side. In valleys and narrow passes, it can accelerate to extremely high speeds. All of this can create extremely dangerous downdrafts that airplanes will struggle to get out of in the high density altitude around them.

Understanding the affects of heat, especially around mountains, is vital to navigating difficult environments like these.

Reason 3: Challenging Weather

Hot air causing air to rise and move around? Whatever could that result in? A thunderstorm dropping rain far to the left of this airplane Oh yeah. Rain. More importantly, thunderstorms.

Thunderstorms are nobody's friend in the air. Flying within a thunderstorm's area of influence can result in turbulence so severe it can rip the wings off your airplane and hurtle you to the ground. Even the big commercial jets steer well clear of these powerful convective systems.

In California, where I've done most of my flying, the weather is almost always clear skies and sunny. The only clouds I have to deal with are the marine layer that comes in and blankets the city in a thin layer of cloud a thousand or so feet above the ground. On the rare occasion that we do get some “real weather” out here, it's easy to just cancel flying plans and stay on the ground and not worry about all of that.

Unfortunately, if you want to fly pretty much anywhere else in the country, especially over the high desert in the summer, you're going to have to contend with this kind of weather and figure out how to navigate it.

Preparing for the mission

Dangers of the flight loaded up in my mind, I began preparing for the flight several weeks in advance. I studied everything I could on thunderstorm avoidance. I watched air safety videos about people who flew into these monster storms and died. I reflected on mistakes I've made in the past myself. I studied the weather forecasts on many different sources, especially AccuWeather and Windy TV. It looked as though most of the worst weather was going to be out of our way, though the chaos of weather meant this could never be counted on entirely. I talked to fellow pilots about my plans and got their ideas of what I should and shouldn't do out there, especially ideas about routing.

Given the size of the stuff my friend was bringing back with us, I decided to pull out the seats in my airplane to make for extra room and give us a little more weight headroom. The back of my airplane, sans seats

I wrote up VFR flight plans, submitting them to the FAA, and prepared. The journey began Friday, August 9, 2019.

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