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Three J's and an S Go Skiing - Day 4 
By The Technician

BDSM   FFF/F        D/s /  Mild /  Exhibitionism /  Consensual Slavery /  F/F /
Snow /  Cold /  Humiliation  / Spanking / Electro-sex

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Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do
when an excess of new snow traps them in their cabin.  This is the fifth in
this series and describes a day leading up to an evening of group electro-sex.
It might make more sense if you have read the previous days of "Three J's and
an S Go Skiing"

For the most part, the stories in this series are pretty mild.

If you are looking for heavy duty stuff, try one of my other story series.
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WARNING!  All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY.
Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content.  All people and
events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is
purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and
should not be attempted in real life.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between
fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal
territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please
stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first
century.

Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment
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This story is copyright (c) 2013 by The Technician Technician666@Gmail.Com.  

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Joan was awakened by sunlight streaming through the top of the window directly
onto her face.  She looked sleepily at the glass and wondered why anyone would
put a dark curtain across all but the top two inches of a window.  Then she
realized that the curtains were wide open and what she was looking at was the
snow piled that deep against the front of the cabin.  She found her robe at the
foot of the bed and went upstairs to see who else was up.

Sara, naturally, had been up for quite a while and was standing in the kitchen
putting away dishes from the night before.   She was wearing a long T-shirt
style nightshirt with a big image of "Hello Kitty" on the front.
"Don't you own any clothing that you didn't buy in the children's section,"
asked Joan with a laugh.

"Growing old is mandatory," replied Sara, "But growing up is optional."

Sara gave Joan a big grin and then yelled in the direction of the bedrooms,
"Ron..., Kevin..., your note said make sure you were up by eight."

Ron and Kevin stumbled into the kitchen from the bedrooms.  Both were wearing
the robes Joan had provided for them the night before.  Julie followed shortly
thereafter.  She was wearing her cotton pajamas.  Judy came in last.  Once
again, she was wearing her black nightie.  This morning, however, she had on a
matching pair of very small bikini bottoms with ruffles on the back and a black
micro bra, also with ruffles.  The bra barely covered her areola, let alone her
breasts.

"Worried about the cold this morning, are you," asked Julie with a snicker.
Judy just stuck her tongue out at her and sat down.

"Coffee's ready," announced Sara.  "I can do eggs, waffles, or pancakes.  And
you've got a choice of bacon or sausage. What does the group vote for?"

After some general murmuring, Joan announced, "It looks like pancakes and
sausage wins this morning."

Judy looked over at Sara and asked, "Are you getting shy this morning?  Or is
there something that you don't want us to see?"

"What do you mean?" asked Sara.

"Well," said Julie.  "It wasn't like we were snooping or listening in, but the
crack of that paddle was pretty loud and either your favorite team won the
Superbowl - FOUR TIMES - or you and Joan had some really fantastic S&M sex last
night."

Sara blushed slightly - something that she normally didn't do very easily - and
replied.  "I'm not hiding anything.  If you want to see what my ass looks like
this morning, here."  She turned around and pulled up the back of her
nightshirt.  Her ass cheeks were still bright red with darker blue and purple
splotches on them.

"I don't hide anything," she continued.  "But I don't cook bacon or sausage in
the nude.  Some pain is just that - pain."  She dropped her nightshirt back
down over her bottom and turned to get ingredients out of the refrigerator.

Just then a low beep, followed by three high beeps and a warbling tone sounded
from the pocket of Ron's robe.  "Oh oh," said Ron.  "We may have to gear up and
head out."

He pulled a satellite cell phone from his pocket and answered with "Snow
Rescue, this is Ron."  He listened for a moment and then answered, "I think you
know the answer to that sir.  And I am very sure that I can speak for Kevin on
that, too."   After a pause, "OK, sir.  We will bring e-kep and e-cass down
here to cabin 19 with us and will be on standby from here."

He put the phone back in his pocket and looked around.  "The plows can't bust
through the drifts on the road, so they have to wait until they can get a
blower from the state.  It won't be available until late tonight or early
tomorrow.  Since the snow kept almost everyone from getting here and the resort
is basically empty, they have decided to totally shut down the slopes and use
the down time for mid-season inspection and maintenance on the chair lifts. The
boss asked if Kevin and I would rather be on standby for emergencies or help
with greasing the cables.  That was a no- brainer."  He smiled at everyone and
finished, "You heard my answer.  We will be on standby from here until they
re-open the slopes."

"What is e-kept?" asked Julie.

Kevin laughed and answered, "e-kep... E-C-E-P.  It stands for Extreme
Conditions Extraction Pod.  Basically it's a tube on a sled that you can pull
behind a snowmobile.  If someone breaks a leg or whatever, it protects them
from the weather while you get them back to the lodge or to a road to meet an
ambulance or to the aid station to wait for a helicopter."

Kevin looked over at Ron, and Ron continued the explanation.  "E-cass is
E-C-A-S, and that stands for Extreme Conditions Ambulance Sled.  It is a
miniature ambulance with a hand stretcher in it and room for an EMT to crawl in
alongside someone.  It bounces like mad, so there isn't much you can do in
there except check vitals and make sure the IV's are working, but it means a
severely injured person isn't riding by themselves in a glass coffin."

Julie raised her eyebrows and Ron added "That's how someone described the e-kep
before we had e-cass available.  I'm fully qualified for both units.  Kevin is
qualified on e-kep and has gotten halfway through the E-D-P-P tests for the
e-cass."

"Too many letters," said Sara as she set a stack of pancakes on the table.  "It
makes it sounds like Kevin is half pregnant."

Kevin laughed.  "I have to show that I can tow the sled properly Empty, with a
Dummy in it, with a real Person in it, and with a Pair in it."

"He's done empty and with a dummy.  Since I am instructor qualified, I get to
be the person and then one-half of the pair," said Ron.   "Maybe we can find
time for Kevin to complete his certification tests today or tomorrow.  After
breakfast we will run up to the aid station and pick up the units and stop by
our cabin for some overnight stuff.   Judy, if you want, you can ride along
with me, and if Julie wants, she can ride along with Kevin."

"Are we allowed to ride along on the resort's snowmobiles?"

"The snowmobiles belong to Ron and I," answered Kevin.  "As long as we aren't
actually on a rescue run, we can have passengers ride along.  Unless, you are
there for a reason, however, you can't ride in the sleds."

"Oh drat," said Judy with a grin.  "I was really looking forward to riding in a
glass coffin."

After breakfast Ron and Kevin and Judy and Julie all got dressed and prepared
to head out on the snowmobiles.  "Are you sure you two will be OK here alone
for most of the day," asked Kevin.

"We'll find something to do," answered Joan.   

A few minutes later the two snowmobiles were whining their way up the slope
toward the lodge.  Sara cleaned up the table and stacked the dishes into the
dishwasher.  Then she turned to Joan and said, "You know what I would REALLY
like to do today?"

"What?"

"Sleeeeeeeeeeeep." answered Sara.  "Last night was new and exciting and
wonderful and fabulous, but this morning I am TIRED!"

"It takes a lot to burn the fires that hot," said Joan.  "I will probably lay
down for a while myself."

"Separate bedrooms," said Sara.  "No offense, but my mind is really telling me
that I have to get some sleep and I don't want my body overruling my mind......
again... (lopsided grin) ... for now."

Joan swatted Sara lightly on the butt and "You take the bedroom on the left.
Then you won't hear the Jurgensen's toys calling to you either.   I will stay
up here and fall asleep watching TV."

Sara yawned and walked over to the stairway to the basement.  "Wake me up at
three or when they get back." She loudly yawned again as she walked down into
the basement.

Joan was asleep on the couch in the living room when the roaring whine of
snowmobiles in the back yard woke her.  It was almost four.  Joan ran to the
steps and yelled down into the basement,  "Sara, I'm sorry I didn't wake you,
but it's four o'clock and they're back."

A voice from the kitchen answered, "That's OK Joan, I have a built-in alarm
clock in my head and have been up here since a little after three."

Joan laughed and asked, "Then why didn't you wake me?"

"You looked like you needed the sleep, and besides, I didn't know how much junk
TV you watched before you fell asleep."

Ron and Judy, Kevin and Julie came in through the doors to the deck.  They were
each carrying their boots, which they set on the rug next to the patio doors.
Ron and Kevin were also carrying small overnight bags.

"They gave us a tour of the whole resort," bubbled Julie.

"It's immense," added Judy.  "And they couldn't even take us up on the
snowmobile trails through the woods because they're on duty."

"The snow is kind of tricky up there sometimes, and it wouldn't look good if
the on duty snow rescue team had to call for rescue." said Ron.

"Talked to the boss," said Kevin.  "The state blower should be here sometime
after midnight.  With any luck they should have the highway open by this time
tomorrow.  That means the lodge will be open the day after that."

"So, we get at least another night and day together here with nothing to do?"
said Joan.

"I wouldn't say  nothing,'" answered Ron, "but yes the lodge and the slopes
will remained closed for now."

"Why don't you two guys go change," said Julie, "while Judy and I bring the
rest of our group up to date on what's happening."

The two young men hung their snowmobile suits in the closet and wandered back
toward the bedrooms.  Judy looked slightly confused, but refrained from saying
anything until the guys were out of earshot.  She then looked at Julie and said
"What!?"

"I've got to make this quick because I don't want Kevin to hear," began Julie,
"But could you guys come up with some reason for all four of you to go
downstairs early tonight so Kevin and I can have the deck and hot tub all to
ourselves.  He's sweet and special and..."

"Shy," interjected Judy.

"Let's just say he isn't as comfortable with his body... with being naked in
front of others... as some of us are.  I really think he might be  Mr Right,'
and I don't want to mess this up."  She looked from face to face and then
added, "Please?"

"There are eight chains in the Jurgensen's toy drawer," said Sara.

It was Julie's turn to say "What?"

But Joan merely smiled broadly and said, "What she means is  got it covered.'
Judy, you are going to suggest that we explore some group B&D.  Let's see how
high a roller coaster Ron is ready for."

Judy commented,  "I've always wanted to try a little bondage, but never met the
right person.  Ron might be the one.  After supper, I will steer the
conversation towards what we heard from you guys last night, and then I will
let you talk Ron and me into joining you downstairs."

Sara shook her head slowly and said, "Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink.."  The
Three J's looked at her and she said, "The roller coaster is starting up the
first hill, and I think it is going to be a really steep and  bumpy ride on the
way down."

All four girls were laughing as Ron and Kevin came back in the room.  They were
wearing the light weight track suits that they had on the previous evening.
"Are you ladies finished with your necessary  girl talk' or do Kevin and I have
to go back and shave or something?"

"Were we that obvious?" asked Joan.

"We don't mind," answered Kevin.  "What is obvious is that you four are very
close friends.  And close friends - male or female - like to check signals
regularly in strange situations.  Two of you were out of the loop half the day.
You needed to talk about today..., tonight..., and maybe tomorrow to make sure
that you all agreed on what was what."

"Wow," said Judy.  "The only thing worse that someone who doesn't understand
you is someone who does."

"So what's the plan for the evening?" asked Kevin.

"Drinks, conversation, and supper," answered Sara, "and then drinks,
conversation and whatever out on the deck.  And then Judy wants to find out
what made me scream so loud last night.  Ron, if you're up for a really wild
roller coaster ride, we'll let the carousel crowd have the deck and hot tub for
the night and the four of us will go downstairs for some wild and kinky sex."

Kevin shook his head.  Ron laughed.  "Boy, she just says it, doesn't she?  But
that sounds like a good plan to me.  What about you, Kevin?  Do you think you
could stand a quiet evening with just Julie and the hot tub?'

Kevin didn't respond at first, but then he looked over at Julie and her hopeful
face and stammered, "Yes... of course..."

Joan could sense that there was still something bothering Kevin so she piped
up, "Then it's settled.  The hot tub is reserved for Kevin and Julie tonight
from 8:00 o'clock on.  We won't even use it ourselves before that.  Just
conversation and drinks on the deck until 8:00."

Kevin seemed to relax greatly and went over to stand next to Julie.  He pulled
her into himself in a sideways hug.  Judy, who was now standing behind them,
began mimicking riding a merry-go- round horse.  She abruptly stopped moving up
and down as Julie turned to say something to her.

Joan, Judy and Julie used the time before supper to shower and freshen up. When
they came back, all three had changed into their light weight, pajama-style
sweat suits.  Meanwhile, Ron and Kevin sat in the living room and watched TV,
and Sara remained in the kitchen preparing the evening meal.  She continued to
wear her Hello Kitty nightshirt.

Following supper, all six sat around on the deck fully clothed and talked. Sara
even kept her nightshirt on when she twice went out to get a bottle of wine.
As eight o'clock approached, Sara announced, "Last call on wine before the four
of us bid you adieu and go downstairs."

She then refilled everyone's glasses and took the empty bottle out to the case
buried in the snow.  When she returned she announced in train conductor
fashion, "All aboard.  Roller coaster leaves from downstairs in five minutes."
Then grinning broadly, she headed back inside and down the steps.

By the time Joan, Judy and Ron got downstairs, Sara was stripped down to just
her collar and had laid out all of the Jurgensen's toys on the couch in the big
room.

Ron glanced back up the steps to be sure that the door to the stairway was
closed and said, "I assume you girls decided in advance to keep things down to
Kevin's comfort level."

Joan replied, "Julie asked us to keep it to the carousel level on the deck
tonight.  Evidently Kevin is afraid of roller coasters and she doesn't want to
scare him off."

"But you aren't afraid of roller coasters," said Judy, running her hand down
the front of Ron's shirt.  "So let's get this ride rolling."

She walked over to the array of toys on the couch and exclaimed, "Wow!  No
wonder you were yelling.  There is enough here to be too much for anyone."

"Not for me," answered Joan.

"Wanna bet?" fired back Judy.

"What's the stakes?" asked Joan.

"Sara told me how you had her wired up and used the paddle on her.  We both get
wired up.  Ron and Sara swing the paddles and turn up the controls.   Ron swats
me; Sara swats you.  Ron controls your electro-stims and Sara controls mine. We
go until one of us says  Uncle.'"

"What's the winner get?" asked Joan.

"Satisfaction," answered Judy.

"And the loser?"

"Losers!" said Judy with a smile.  "We are in this as teams.  The losers get
strung up and wired up overnight while the winning team goes into the bedroom
and makes sweet love all night long.  Of course, the winners also have the
right to come out once in a while and warm the losers' asses a little with one
of the paddles."

"Do you agree to that, Sara?" asked Joan.

"I'm in," answered Sara.

"What about you, Ron.  If you loose you end up with contact pads on your
nipples and electro- stim rings on your johnson.  You willing to risk that?"

"I won't lose," said Judy.

"Then I guess I will risk it," answered Ron.

"So," said Judy.  "The submission word is  Uncle,' and we keep going until one
of us breaks."

"Orgasms don't count as breaking, do they?" asked Sara.

"No," answered Judy, "Only if you cry  Uncle.'"

"Click, click, click, click, click," said Sara softly.

"What?" asked Ron.

"The roller coaster is starting up the first hill," answered Joan.

"We should probably all be naked for this," said Judy as she started to take
off her top.  Once everyone was naked, she stood under one of the beams and
asked, "So, how does this work?"

"Sara knows," replied Joan as she stood under the other beam facing Judy.

Sara gave four cuffs to Ron and said, "Small ones on the wrists, big ones on
the ankle.  The clip close to the wall for the feet chain is double sided. Move
it up the chain to tighten things so that her legs are held well apart."

When both girls were properly restrained, Sara handed one of the control boxes
to Ron and said, "This belts onto her waist in the back - no put it on the
front since I'm the one who will be changing control settings.  I will do the
same for Joan's."

Holding up one of the vaginal cups she said, "I think you can figure out where
this goes.  Remember to lube the contact strips as well as the metal dildo.  It
ties on like a thong bikini."

"I've never tied one of those in place before," answered Ron.  When Sara looked
up at him he added, "But I have untied a few of them so I guess I know how it
is supposed to work."

After the nipple and vaginal electrodes were in place, Ron asked, "Are you sure
you two want to go through with this?"

"The roller coaster is already at the top of the first hill," answered Joan.
"Let's do it."

"Start with the nipple controls," said Sara as she turned Judy's control up to
3.  Judy drew in a sharp intake of breath as the sting began.

Ron turned Joan's controller and she too reacted.

"It cycles up and down, so we should wait a little between changes." Sara
informed Ron.

"Five minute steps?" asked Ron.

"Works for me," answered Sara.  Meanwhile both Joan and Judy were starting to
vocalize slightly as their bodies tried to get used to the tingling sting, and
they worked to turn the pain into pleasure.

"Going to five," said Sara.

"Five it is," responded Ron.

Joan and Judy both began swaying slightly from side to side as the pulses bit
into their nipples.

Five minutes later, Sara giggled and said, "Time for some pussy popping."   She
turned the other control knob to 3.  

Ron did likewise, and both girls again took ragged intakes of breath as their
body accustomed itself to the painful stinging sensation.

"It's too bad we don't have another couple of controllers," said Sara.  "There
are two anal torpedoes that we could have used."

"Some other time," grunted Joan.

"Pussy power to 5," announced Sara.  Soon both Joan and Judy were grunting in
time with the pulses.

"Nipples to 8?" suggested Ron.

"Why not?" answered Sara.

Now both Joan and Judy were starting to writhe as they worked desperately to
turn the pain into pleasure.  Neither was a natural at it like Sara was, but
both soon began to thrust their pelvises in a fucking motion as their bodies
finally started to respond - or perhaps in an attempt to make their bodies
respond.

"Pussies to 8" said Sara.   Now both girls were beginning to thrust and grind
like Sara had done the night before.

"It's time for some paddle action," said Sara.  She handed one of the thick
leather paddles to Ron.  "Make it loud," she instructed him.

"Thwack!!!"  Both paddles hit ass cheeks simultaneously.  After the third or
fourth swat, both girls began thrusting their asses back and up to receive the
paddle.  It was hard to tell if this was because they were getting sexual
pleasure out of the strikes, or were trying to show that they could take it and
more.

Sara was pretty sure that Joan sort of liked it, but Judy seemed to be forcing
herself.  She was slightly surprised that Ron wasn't sporting an erection.
Either he wasn't into swinging the paddle, or he recognized that Judy wasn't
being turned on by it and felt too guilty about what he was doing to get turned
on.

After twenty or so swats with the paddles, Sara said, "I think it's time for
nipples to maximum."

Joan took a deep breath.  Judy began to quiver slightly.  Ron said, "Back to
paddle time... on one, two, THREE."   Again the thwack of the paddles resounded
as they stuck squarely on Joan and Judy's asses.

Another twenty swats passed and Sara said, "Pussy power to maximum."

Joan was now swaying back and forth with each pulse.  Judy was trembling and
looked like she was about to break.  Five swats later, however, it was Joan who
suddenly yelled, "Uncle!  Uncle!  Uncle!"

Sara stepped forward and released the batteries from both controllers.

Judy's head hung slightly limp, but she quickly pulled herself together and
said, "Ron, leave Joan where she is.  Put Sara in my place."

Ron unclipped Judy's cuffs from the chains and removed them from her hands and
legs.  Sara put the cuffs on her ankles, but wasn't able to wrap them securely
on her wrists by herself.  Ron pulled them tight and secured the velcro to hold
them in place.

Judy removed the controller from her waist and put it around Sara's waist with
the controller in the back.  Then she moved the controller that had been in
front on Joan's waist around to her back.   After wiping everything down with
the antiseptic wipes which were with the toys, she re- lubed the vaginal plate
and tied it in place on Sara.

Judy put the batteries back into the controllers and said, "I think we will set
everything at level seven.   That is just above pleasure, but not far enough
into pain to be torture."  After running her hand across Joan's bright red
behind, she said, "Ron and I are going into the bedroom to see if my team can
win the superbowl at least once tonight.  We'll see you in the morning."  Then
she and Ron went into the bedroom and closed the door.

After the door was closed, Sara asked softly, "Why did you throw the contest?
Judy was near breaking.  I could see it in her muscles and in her face.  You,
on the other hand, could have gone on forever.  We didn't have to lose."

"She has no inner fire," answered Joan.  "For her it was all pain.  She tried.
She was trying to make it feel good, but she couldn't make it happen.  I know I
could have won, but I also knew that she couldn't afford to lose.  There is no
way she would be able to spend the night like this."

Sara smiled at Joan as she continued, "I know your fire will rapidly turn this
into pleasure if it hasn't already.  And I also know that watching you will
keep my inner fire burning brightly enough that I can also turn the pain into
pleasure.  We lost, and our forfeit is that we have to endure a night of
pleasure out here while Ron and Judy enjoy of night of pleasure in there.  So,
we didn't lose after all.  We both won."

Sara rolled her head slowly as she savored the pulses that were tingling and
biting at her nipples and her pussy lips.  "It's a good thing I slept all day,"
she murmured as her body began to respond.  "I have a feeling I am going to be
tired again in the morning."

"You and me both," said Joan, as her body also began to respond and her hips
began to thrust slowly back and forth in time with the pulses.

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  END OF DAY FOUR

  The saga of "The Three J's and an S" WILL continue.
  They will be at the cabin for several more days, 
   and they have another year and a half of college.
  A lot can happen in 10 days and even more in 18 months.
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