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The Amazing Mr. Mortimer

Part 2

THE AMAZING MR. MORTIMER

Part II

The cab ride was short. I was dropped off at the front door of our hotel. I went to pay the driver, but he wouldn't take my money. "Mr. Mortimer already paid."

I arrived back at the room, but Rachel was out. There was a note. She had gone to the beach and would be back around six. It was already past four, not enough time for me to get to the beach and back by six.

With all the time I had spent, first with Lucky's little nymphet, and then with Lucky himself, I really had left Rachel all by herself. I was feeling a little guilty. I decided that I will go to see Lucky tomorrow. If it works out that's okay. Maybe I'll try to introduce Rachel to Lucky. Perhaps that's not as good an idea as it sounds. I'll think about it.

Well I can take a nap for 90 minutes or so until Rachel gets back. Then I'll take her out to dinner to try to make up for the way I've neglected her on this vacation.

I was sound asleep when Rachel came in at about 6:15. "Well Lori, I guess you didn't get yourself killed although I can't imagine why not with all the stupid chances you take." I opened my eyes to see Rachel standing at the foot of my bed. It took a moment for my head to clear.

Then I started to realize how silly Rachel looked. There she was trying to be very stern with me. She had her feet apart and her hands, in fists, on either hip. She had that very angry older smarter sister look on her face.

This tough look was totally incongruous with the rest of her appearance. Having just returned from the beach, she was wearing the tiniest possible thong bikini. Combine this with her 5'1" stature and she just couldn't pull it off as Ms. Toughie. Try as I may, I couldn't hold back a little chuckle.

"Rachel, I'm so sorry that I left you alone so many times. I want to make it up to you. I'm going to take you out to dinner tonight. Whatever the best restaurant around is, that's where we'll go."

It took Rachel a moment to loose her stern look. Finally though she softened and sprouted a smile. Rachel named the restaurant, and then disappeared into the bathroom to take a shower. Okay, so far, so good. Now how am I going to break the news to her that I'm going back to see Lucky again tomorrow?

The restaurant that Rachel selected was excellent. The food was superb and the wine was delicious. I was certain that the bill would be no less impressive. It was worth it to sooth ruffled feathers. I'm always amazed how a small girl like Rachel can eat so much food and not get fat.

Over desert I told Rachel that I was going back tomorrow to see Mr. Mortimer.

"You're going where? Are you out of your fucking mind Lori?"

I hadn't told Rachel the whole story about Mr. Mortimer. I just told her that he was very gracious and that we had sat and sipped ice tea and chatted all afternoon. I told her that he is very charming.

"So you're going back to spend another day with this nudist guy? You still don't know if he's an axe murderer or not. You could just disappear from the face of the earth and no one would know what happened to you. He could just snatch you up and have you out of the country before I even realized you're gone!"

"Rach, is that any more dangerous than going to the beach wearing the dental floss you had on today? Think about it. At least I'll be wearing clothes."

"Yeah Lori, you'll be wearing clothes until he slips you a ruffie and strips you nude. I can't believe that you're this naïve."

Rachel starred at me for a moment before going back to her desert. I knew that she did not want me to go back. But I couldn't resist. Not after what had happened today.

The next morning I was up and dressed bright and early. Rachel was still asleep when I left. I wrote her a note saying that I had my cell phone in my purse and not to worry.

Lucky had said 8:30 for breakfast. It was ten minutes after eight when I went out the front door of the hotel. I figured five minutes to get a cab, then the ride over. I still had plenty of time. I spotted the cab driver from the previous day just as he spotted me. He waived me over to his parked cab.

"Mr. Mortimer sent me to pick you up." He said as I got in the back seat.

The cabbie dropped me at the front gate of Mortimer's estate. Again he wouldn't take any money from me. I got out and pushed the button on the intercom.

"Welcome back Lori." It was Lucky's voice coming from the speaker. Just as he said this, the gates began to swing open and I stepped inside.

I made my way to the front of the house where Lucky stood waiting for me. He greeted me warmly and led me inside. We sat at the same table by the window where we had sat the day before.

"I don't want to push you, Lori, but I was wondering if we could get a little more comfortable today?" Lucky tugged lightly at his white robe as he said this.

"You want to take your robe off?" At this point, I did know that they were nudists. Lucky and I were the only people on the grounds who were wearing anything.

"Well I thought that you might like to get comfortable as well." I started to blush as I thought about the possibility of getting nude.

"Lori, if you don't that's okay, but since I was with you during the fantasy, I already know what you look like naked and no one here really cares about nudity anyway." He made a sweeping motion around him as if taking in the entire seven acres of grounds.

I didn't know I should do. On the one hand it seemed adventuresome to take my clothes off and walk around the place in the nude. On the other hand, these people were used to being nude all the time. It wasn't a big deal to them. I was still thinking of nudity as being erotic and naughty. What if my body gives me away? What if my nipples get erect or my pussy starts to get wet? I would be mortified! On the other hand, they probably don't care about that either, so it's still just me. Am I going to be a prude? Or should I just give in to pleasure and go for it? I gave it some thought. "Lori, if you feel self-conscientious about it, you can keep your clothes on."

"Lucky, I do feel self-conscientious, but I'm going to do it anyway." How did I get so brave all of a sudden? As soon as the words left my lips, I had second thoughts. Almost immediately I thought better of my decision to disrobe. But it was too late. Two nude nymphets appeared and began to help me out of my clothing. Between the two of them, they had me naked in under a minute.

My first reaction was to cover up but I resisted; I had to act like this was no big deal to me either. I immediately felt like I was being naughty and that thought made me feel horny. As I glanced downward I saw that my nipples were erect. Damnation I thought to myself! I bit the inside of my cheek. My nipples were sticking out a mile. I bit down harder. I had to do anything I could think of to take my mind off my erotic thoughts and get those damn nipples back where they belong. My cheek was starting to hurt as I bit even harder. Finally, my nipples started to recede.

Lucky had gotten out of his robe in just moments. I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I hadn't even noticed him at first. When I finally looked in his direction I noticed right away that Lucky had an enormous cock. It had to be at least nine inches long and an inch thick. I made a slight gasping sound when I first saw it. I was trying not to stare, but it was difficult to take my eyes off of him. I could feel my self getting hot again. A quick glance at my chest confirmed my nipples standing at attention. My eyes went back to Lucky's cock. I'm sure that this is terribly impolite in nudist society to stare, but I couldn't help it. I had never seen a cock like this. I had never imagined a cock like this. It seemed to hand down to the midpoint of his thigh. It was so large around, I started to wonder what it would feel like to have that monster pushing inside of me.

I still had a way to go before I would be a veteran nudist.

Lucky, seeming not to notice my obvious behavior, invited me to be seated again. The nymphets took my clothes and hung them in a closet in a nearby wall. The closet was hidden. I would not have noticed it until they opened it.

"You'll get more comfortable with nudity after a while." I saw that Lucky had was looking at my erect nipples. I blushed terribly, but this made me even more aroused. I could feel my sex getting warm and wet. I tried to keep my legs together lest he notice and comment on that as well. It was definitely a mistake to agree to be nude, but it was too late to turn back now. What was I going to say – get your fucking nymphets back here and have them return my clothes – I couldn't see doing that either.

Another nymphet appeared with a platter full of food. Yes, I suddenly remembered, he did invite me to have breakfast with him. I had totally forgotten about that. We were served eggs benedict and fruit slices. I was battling to keep my arousal level under control. Not only was I totally naked in front of a man I just met yesterday, but there he was totally naked in front of me. Lucky was a really good looking man. He was a little too old for me, but if I were to go for an older man, he would have to look like this. I guess the word would be "debonair". He also had the added twin bonuses of that huge mansion and a huge cock. It was taking a lot of will power to keep from looking at his cock again and that was making me more aroused as well. I wasn't sure that I was going to win this battle of will with myself.

"Do you like eggs benedict?" My mind had wandered again. I had to keep remembering that this is nothing to him. He believes that everyone should be naked all the time.

"I do, they are delicious." We finished our meal with just small talk. I can't remember ever eating breakfast in the nude before. I started thinking about what would be coming after breakfast. The excitement was building. I moved my hips farther back in my chair to make sure that my pussy was out of sight. Oh my! I'm probably going to leave a stain on the chair. Be cool, Lori. Hopefully Lucky won't notice and one of the brainless nymphets will have to clean it up. That would be the best I could hope for. Why did I agree to get undressed? That was a definite mistake.

When the meal was finished, Lucky led me over to the same couch where we had been yesterday. He sat down across from me. It took all the self control I had. I had to act very calm, keep my legs tight, don't think about being nude and definitely don't keep looking at his big cock. Lucky smiled at me. "Are you ready for some adventure today, Lori?" He said this as if I wasn't already having an adventure. I shook my head yes.

"As I told you yesterday, I thought it would be interesting to live someone else's fantasy today. Someone a little more experienced than you. It will make the experience more edgy. Also, since you're not the author of the fantasy, you won't know what is coming. That makes it more exciting as well. Just remember, no matter what happens over the next few hours you will be back sitting on this couch just as you are now when it is over."

"No matter what happens? Anything?" I was still not completely convinced.

"Lori, let's say that you jump out of an eighteenth story window and go splat on the pavement. In the fantasy you will die. Believe me that you don't want to do that. The pain you experience will be real before you die. But when I wake you, you will be right back here, unharmed. You will remember everything including the pain of death, but you'll be okay. Does that answer your question?"

"Yes, Lucky, it does." I started a little mantra going in my head. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real.

"So, let's start. I've selected four different fantasies. I thought that I would give you a little synopsis of each and then you can choose the one that suits you the best." I nodded my head in agreement. "I purposely haven't selected anything where you would be someone completely different from yourself; I don't think you're ready for that yet. So in each of these, you can just be Lori. It is the situation you find yourself in that varies."

"The first is a rape." He said this so matter of factly as if that were just and adventure and not a dreaded fear. "You are walking home, late at night, and decide to take a short-cut through a dark alleyway. You don't make it to the other end. Instead, two homeless men capture you, tie you up, and rape you."

"Lucky, that sounds more like a nightmare than a fantasy!"

"Yes, Lori, you can reject it. You can reject them all. We'll keep looking until we find one you like. It's just that some women have rape fantasies. They don't want to be really raped, but they like to pretend. I wanted to give you that option in case you like that sort of thing." Lucky took no offense. He was still smiling at me very pleasantly.

I wasn't ready for something like that. "I'll pass."

"No problem. The second one takes place on a pirate ship about 200 years ago. The pirates have captured a merchant ship. Their plan is to steal the gold and the ship and put the crew to death. One by one they are making the crew walk the plank. But first, the pirates are stealing everything, including each condemned man's clothes. No one on either ship knows that the captain's cabin boy is really a cabin girl, until they start to take your clothes from you."

"Okay, that sounds like a possibility. What are the others?"

"Our third candidate takes place right here in Puerto Rico. You are being taken to the slave market to be sold as a sex slave to the highest bidder."

"Okay, again, that one sounds good."

"The final one takes place at a sex club. You are not a prisoner or being forced. You've willingly agreed to obey your boy friend in anything he decides you should do."

Lucky paused, looking to me for a decision.

"Good. I'm throwing the first one out. Of the other three, the choice is somewhat tougher. I think that I will take the last one, the adventure at the sex club."

"That's a fine choice, Lori. Now, just remember, enjoy yourself." I once again repeated my mantra; it's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real.

Lucky moved closer to me. He moved his chair so that his right leg was between my knees and my right leg was between his. I took one last opportunity to glance at his cock. His cock was resting on the seat of his chair. The head was just inches from my knee. I let out a small gasp. When I looked up, he was staring into my eyes, just as he had yesterday. His stare was penetrating into my skull. It was hard for me to stare back at him, but somehow I did. Lucky continued to stare at me for four or five minutes. Then, he looked away. It didn't seem like anything had happened. We were still sitting close to each other with our knees intertwined. We were still nude. Lucky smiled at me.

Lucky stood up and reached for my hand. I stood up next to him. Just as before, he put my hand on his arm and led me toward the door at the end of the room. The only difference was that today we were both nude. As we approached the door, I was wondering what this fantasy would be like.

Lucky opened the door and then led me through it. It was dark on the other side. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. As we stepped through the door it was as if my body was caught by some gigantic web that was now squeezing my lower chest and abdomen. With my free hand I felt for my waist. There was something wrapped around me, very tight.

When I could see again I saw that we were standing in a parking lot. It was nighttime and it was raining. I knew where we had been it was mid-morning and bright sunshine, so the fantasy must be starting now. I did my mantra: It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real.

My first thought was to check how I was dressed. I was wearing a trench coat and a hat. Lucky was also wearing a trench coat and a hat. We were in the parking lot of some sort of nightclub. The sign above the door said "Devil's Den."

"Where are we, Lucky?"

"Who's Lucky?" It was Jack's voice. I had never let go of Lucky's arm, but the man whose arm I now held was Jack.

"Sorry, Jack I was just daydreaming."

"You know where we are Lori; we are at the Devil's Den. He waited for some reaction from me. "… the club that we've been talking about going to for about two weeks now. We had this planned for some time. You're not getting cold feet are you?"

"No Jack." Jack led me up to the front door. Jack had some sort of membership card that he showed to a bouncer at the door. The bouncer studied the card carefully and then looked at something on his clipboard before waiving Jack and me through. Just beyond the bouncer was a coat check room. The attendant was dressed in leather. Jack took off his trench coat and hat and handed it to the girl before helping me with mine. Jack was dressed in leather too. His pants were like leather chaps. In the middle, there was a pouch for his cock and balls. The pouch appeared to be detachable. Above the waist, Jack had various leather straps crisscrossing his otherwise bare chest and back. I had never seen Jack dressed like this. I started my mantra again: It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real.

Jack helped me off with my coat and hat and handed these to the girl as well. She gave him a claim ticket. I turned toward the interior of the building, only to see a mirror. Okay, let's see what I'm wearing. Wow. I was dressed in leather as well. My outfit was quite different. I had on a leather collar that was buckled and latched with a small padlock. I also had on a leather corset that I suddenly realized was quite tight. It was making it a little difficult for me to breathe.

The corset had crunched my waist down at least two inches. My tits were exposed and, I noticed, my nipples were pierced and I had a gold ring in each. I reached with my hand to feel my right nipple. It was indeed pierced. It felt strange as I played with the ring. I could feel the little tug on my nipple and on my tit. It was a new sensation. It also looked like my tits had grown noticeably larger. Well I sort of like that. A little more cleavage never hurts a girl.

The corset ended at my hips, leaving my ass and my sex totally exposed as well. I also noticed that my pussy was hairless. I had trimmed for bikini wear of course, but I had never taken it all off. It looked very different with no hair at all. I thought at first of touching my pussy with my hand. Then I thought better of it. Don't act like a total geek, Lori, I told myself. I did my mantra: It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real.

I was just about to move my gaze lower when I noticed a little glint as the light caught something shiny between my legs. I did reach down after all. My fingers quickly found the shiny object. My clit was pierced as well with a much smaller ring. As my fingers played with the ring, I started to feel sexually stimulated, Oh my! I took my hand away. This is neither the time nor the place for that, Lori, I said to myself.

My legs were in leather boots that extended up past my knees and had at least four inch heels. I wasn't used to heels like that but somehow I didn't have much trouble waking in them. I guess I was already used to them in this realty. I have to keep remembering that.

"You finished preening Lori?" Jack was waiting for me.

"I'm coming." I caught up with him. Jack led me past three rooms before we got to the room he had picked out for us. I should have been self conscientious about running around this place essentially nude, but no one seemed to care too much. I got a few stares, a cat whistle or two, but not what you'd get if you went out in the general public undressed like this. I was starting to enjoy myself and have fun.

"Now Lori, remember, I'm your Dom. No matter what I say, it goes." I shook my head yes. "And don't talk back, don't question and call me Sir when you speak to me." I had heard about bdsm before, but I had never participated in anything like this. I really had not been interested in it, but now, somehow, I was familiar with the various roles and the rules. Again, I assume that knowledge was given to me as part of this fantasy. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real.

"Yes Sir." Jack smiled at me.

Once we got into the room, there seemed to be some sort of game going on. I didn't know what it was at first. Three slave girls, like me, were lined up facing the wall. There was a bar, waist high in front of them. Each girl was bent forward over the bar and shackled to the wall. She also wore a hood over her head. Her ankles were shackled to the vertical supports for the bar. In this way, her legs were held apart and her nude ass and cunt exposed. There was a sign over each girl – cunt #1, cunt #2 and cunt #3.

Three men, dressed similarly to Jack were behind the girls. The man who seemed to be running the contest would then move the men around so that each was behind a different girl then where he started. On a signal from the master of ceremonies, each man unbuttoned his cock pouch and began pumping the girl in front of him. On a second signal, the men stopped pumping and buttoned their cock pouches closed.

The MC then asked each girl if the man who fucked her was indeed her Dom or someone else. Those watching would be very quiet until the girl answered. Whether she got it right or not was immediately evident from the audience reaction. After a few rounds, I had the game figured out. If the girl was fucked by her own Dom and she guessed right, she was a winner. The winners got to go to another room. If the girl was fucked by a different Dom and she guessed right, she would simply stay around for the next round of the game. If she said it was her Dom and it wasn't or she said it wasn't her Dom when it was, she was a loser.

Losers were turned over to Big Bubba. Big Bubba was a giant black man who wore a leather color meaning, presumably, that Big Bubba was someone's slave. Big Bubba took the unlucky girls to his dungeon where they were flogged, caned or somehow otherwise tortured for their mistake. I noticed that some of the girls had welts on their backsides, presumably given to them in earlier rounds by Big Bubba.

Well, I had had sex with Jack enough times that I can tell him from anyone else. I didn't think I would have any problems with this game. Two of the girls in the game had given bad answers and were being delivered to Big Bubba, thus creating two openings. Jack's name was called out. That meant that I was up. I was in the left spot with two other bimbos to my right. One of the MC's assistants pushed me forward over the rail and shackled my hands to the wall. I turned my head and smiled back at Jack. Just as I did so, the assistant whacked my ass. I turned my head back to the wall immediately.

Next a cloth hood was placed over my head and fastened around my neck. I could breath fine, but I could see nothing. The assistant then fastened each of my ankles to the support posts, leaving me wide open. My tits were hanging down loose. I was somewhat amazed that they felt heavier. I remembered that here my tits were larger and had little rings in them but somehow I didn't think they would actually feel different to me. I could feel the extra mass hanging from my naked chest. Time once again for my mantra: It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real.

The first round began. The first thing I felt was the two hands as they grasped my hips on either side. Then his cock penetrated my cunt. I was well lubricated. Even though I kept telling myself that it was not real, I was still very turned on by the whole thing. He pumped into me four times before the MC gave the stop signal. This was not Jack. The hands on my hips were smaller than Jack's hands, and the cock was too short. There was no way that this was Jack.

"Cunt #1." It was the MC speaking. "Did you recognize your Master's Cock?"

"That was not my Master, Sir!" The audience indicated that I was right. I immediately got a slap on my ass; as I had seen in the earlier round that also was a sign that I was correct.

It took several minutes, while they questioned the other girls, led one away and replaced her with a new contestant. Finally we were ready for round two.

Again, I felt the hands on my hips. These hands were larger. They could be Jack's hands. A moment later he entered me. I knew immediately that this was not Jack. Jack has a nice long cock, but it isn't thick. This thing in me now was like a sausage. In fact it was quite uncomfortable as he pushed into me. I was stretching to take him in, but he was pushing harder than I could adjust. I let out a little yell and was immediately punished by the MC's assistant. He grabbed the ring in one of my tits and gave a good tug as he said "Shut the hell up, Slut."

The Dom forced his way into me, and then withdrew. When he pushed into me the second time, it was much more comfortable. In fact, the second time it was rather pleasurable. He moved his right hand from my hip over to my rump. I felt his thumb pushing into my anus as his member forced its way into my cunt. It was starting to feel really nice. His cock was stimulating my clit so I was really getting into it. He began pumping very fast, in and out, both with his cock and his finger. Just as the MC indicated the time was up, he came inside me. I could feel his thick member pulsing in my cunt as it delivered its load into me. It felt very warm. His cock pulsed a few more times and then it stopped. He took his thumb out of my ass.

We had used up all the time and then some. The MC had to remind the Dom to stop as he had clearly gone past the signal from the MC.

"Cunt #1." It was the MC speaking. "Did you recognize your Master's Cock?"

"That was not my Master, Sir!" I braced for the slap on my ass, but the next thing I felt was the MC's assistant untying my restraints. There's no way that was Jack. I've fucked Jack enough times to know that wasn't his cock!

By now the assistant had me on my feet. I turned around to see Jack standing behind me. He was just finishing buttoning up his cod pouch. Jack leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Lori, you took so many looks at my cock back at the house, I was sure that you would know it was me." It was Jack's face, but Lucky's voice. Now I understood what had happened. Time for the mantra: It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real.

The assistant led me toward the door that in turn led to Big Bubba's dungeon. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real.

Behind the door were stairs leading down. The assistant led me down the stairs to a very dark basement. I was having trouble making out anything in the basement except for Big Bubba. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real.

"Stand up against that wall." I backed away from Big Bubba until I was against a stone wall. The stone felt cold on my exposed backside. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real.

Big Bubba came over to me and looked into my eyes. Then he leaned closer and whispered into my ear. "Lori, you don't have the right attitude." It was Lucky's voice again, this time coming from Big Bubba. "I know that I told you that nothing here is permanent, but it is real. If I hurt you you'll feel real pain." Lucky/Bubba paused for a moment. "You remember that I can read your mind? I keep hearing, over and over and over – It's not real!"

Big Bubba moved back in front of me again. I didn't know what to say or do at this point. He began to stare into my eyes. I recognized this penetrating stare as the one that Lucky uses to begin or end the fantasy. I guess he was upset with me. I wasn't playing the game right. Bubba's stare went straight past my eyes and deep into my brain.

I opened my eyes. I was sitting on the couch, looking at Lucky. "Welcome back Lori." Lucky started to smile at me.

"I'm sorry, Lucky. I guess I'm not good at doing this yet."

"It's okay Lori. Don't worry about it. You'll get better as time goes on. Do you want to come back tomorrow and try again? Maybe we should try something less intense until you get more used to it." I smiled and nodded my head in approval. "Lori, would you like to join me for some ice tea before you go back to the hotel?"

"Sure, Lucky, I would. Would it be okay if I put my clothes back on first though?"

"Sure, Lori, no problem, as long as I don't have to." Again, I nodded in agreement. The two nymphets who had taken my clothes earlier brought them back to me. This time, however, they didn't assist me in my dressing. I slipped my panties on first, then my shorts. Next I grabbed my bra. It was then that I noticed it. I still had the larger tits that I had in the fantasy, and I still had the pierced nipples with the gold rings.

"Lucky!"

"What Lori?"

"Lucky, my tits are big and I have the rings in my nipples. What is happening."

"Calm down, Lori. Come over here and let me see." I walked over to the table where two ice teas and Lucky were waiting. I stood in front of Lucky. He touched my nipples, very gently and felt the rings. "Lori, sit down." Lucky indicated the other chair at the table and I sat down. "This is most unusual, Lori, it's something we call leakage."

"What the hell does leakage mean?"

"Well it's just when something from a recent fantasy comes back to the real world when the fantasy ends. We really don't know how it happens. It's usually not anything big and after a time it goes away. The unusual part is that normally it only happens after you've been doing fantasy for a long time. I've never seen it with a newcomer before. The other thing is that it has always been an inanimate object. I've never seen it with a body part. This is all new."

"Lucky, what should I do?"

"Don't worry, Lori. If you don't like the rings, one of the girls will help you get them out. As for the big boobs, I heard you earlier say that a girl can always use some extra cleavage." I blushed when he reminded me of this.

"Okay." Okay, I thought. What if Rachel notices that I've gone from a 34B to a 38C in one afternoon? Well, I guess I'll deal with that if and when it comes up. I went back to getting dressed. "Lucky, my bra doesn't fit anymore."

"Can't help you there, Lori, none of my girls own any bras." I stuffed the bra in my purse and put my blouse on. Hopefully it won't be too obvious that I'm not wearing a bra.

I returned to the table and finished my ice tea. We didn't have much conversation as I was lost in thought about my new tits. How long would then last? Lucky indicated that past "leakage" had sometimes disappeared in a matter of hours, but others had lasted as long as two weeks. When I got up to leave, Lucky walked me to the front door.

"Lori, the cab is waiting just outside the gate. Please don't worry about this; I'm sure that it is harmless. Enjoy it while it lasts." He paused for a moment. "Lori, please come back tomorrow."

"I'm not promising, but I will definitely consider it."

Lucky handed me a small folded piece of paper. "My phone number is on there. Call me anytime you like." He smiled and I smiled back. I knew the way down the drive to the gate. The cab was waiting just as he had said. This was a different cab driver though. A large black man was waiting in the cab.

"Are you waiting for me?"

"Yes maam. I'm to take you to the hotel. Mr. Mortimer has already paid for the cab."

I pushed the button to open the gate. The driver was very courteous and helped me into the back seat. I really didn't pay much attention to him. I was much more concerned with what had happened. "Leakage" is what Lucky had called it. I wish he had told me about this before hand. I wonder what else he hasn't told me about. Well I guess I can live with bigger boobs for a few days, but I don't have any bras or bathing suit tops that will fit now. Rachel is even smaller than me. Me before today is what I meant. There's no way that she has anything that will fit me. I know the gift shop at the hotel won't have a bra, but maybe they have a bikini that will fit me. I can wear the top as a bra until this all sorts itself out. Now that I was somewhat familiar with Lucky's unusual powers, I was more confused than ever. He's very interesting, but why is he interested in me I wondered. Maybe I should have been more skeptical as Rachel advised. I will be from now on.

We had been driving for about ten minutes, approximately before I looked up for the first time. We were in some sort of warehouse district.

"Driver, where the hell are we?" He ignored me. "Stop the cab! Stop it right now!" He still ignored me. I reached for the cell phone in my purse. I unfolded Lucky's phone number and dialed.

After three rings, I heard Lucky's voice. "Si?"

"Lucky it's me, I'm being hijacked by the cab driver!" The cab turned into an open garage door in the side of one of the warehouses. As we entered the building, the mobile phone signal was lost.

The taxi stopped. The driver got out. He no longer had a nice look on his face. He opened the back door. I immediately slid to the opposite side of the cab. He reached in an tried to grab me. I kicked at him with my feet. I got him pretty good once or twice before he grabbed me by my left ankle. I tried to stomp on his hand with my right foot, but it didn't seem to bother him. He pulled me across the seat and out of the cab. I landed on the dirty floor with a thud.

"I have some money … and credit cards … you can have anything, just don't kill me."

"I'm not going to kill you. I'm just going to teach you a lesson." What the hell was he talking about? The driver picked me up off the floor and slung me over his shoulder. I yelled, but the driver whacked my bottom harder than I've ever felt, until I stopped yelling. Facing backwards, I couldn't see where we were going. I soon realized that we had passed through a doorway.

I struggled some, but each time I struggled, the driver gave me another very hard whack on my bottom. On the other side of the doorway was a much smaller room. Because it was dark I couldn't see much as we entered.

The driver put me down in a wooden chair. He very roughly grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back. He put my wrists into shackles that were attached to the back of the chair. He then went to the other side of the room, where it was very dark. I couldn't see what he was doing there. When he returned, I saw that he had changed his clothes. I now recognized Big Bubba. My mind was in a blur.

Was this the real Big Bubba? Wait a minute, there is no real Big Bubba. Okay, so it's either Lucky playing some sort of joke on me, or it's that damn leakage again. I had to find out. I looked straight at Big Bubba. "Lucky, I'm on to this now, you can stop."

Big Bubba did not respond. He went to his right where I could now see some sort of work bench. He came back with a very nasty looking knife. Now I was scarred. I screamed at the top of my lungs until I was out of breath. "No use to scream here, no one here to listen." It was not Lucky's voice. I tensed up. He's going to kill me!

Big Bubba came toward me with the knife. My eyes were wide as saucers. I was sure that this was the end. Instead however, Bubba sliced the buttons from my blouse. For a moment I was relieved. Bubba tore open my blouse revealing my naked tits as my bra was in my purse. Bubba gave my left tit a squeeze. Not a gentle squeeze but rather a squeeze that hurts and leaves little bruises. He did the same with my right tit. I swore at Bubba and I screamed. Bubba didn't even seem to notice.

Bubba proceeded to shred my clothes. He wasn't just stripping me; he was destroying everything I was wearing. Bubba was very workmanlike and had me completely nude in less than three minutes. The remains of my clothes were in shreds around the chair. There was nothing left of my clothes that was any bigger than the face of cell phone.

"You make a fool of Big Bubba last night." I shook my head no. "You did. You make a fool of Big Bubba. Big Bubba's Master not pleased." Bubba turned so that I could see fresh whip marks across his back. "You make a fool of Big Bubba, and now Big Bubba make a fool of you." Damn that leakage. This big gorilla thinks that was real last night.

Bubba went behind the chair and released the shackles on my wrists. He then put one of his massive hands tightly on the back of my neck and led me to the far wall. There were various shackles on the wall he was leading me to. He positioned me facing the wall. He then place my left wrist into a shackle chained to the wall. He placed my other wrist into a similar shackle. Thus my arms were held above my head.

I didn't know what was coming next. I was frightened to think that he was going to whip me.

For a few minutes, nothing seemed to be happening, but I kept imagining the worst. Eventually, it all got to me and I started to cry. My crying brought an immediate response from Big Bubba. I got a whack on my bare bottom from one of Bubba's enormous hands. A whack harder than any I had ever felt before. All he said was "quiet bitch".

I held in my crying as much as I could, although I couldn't help an occasional sob.

Without warning, Big Bubba reached around me from behind and placed a leather collar around my neck. I heard the "click" as he fastened it with a small padlock. Well, I thought, if he's putting a collar on me, maybe he's not going to kill me, at least not now he isn't.

Moments later, Bubba was reaching around my waist as he placed a corset on me. Okay, I thought, he's dressing me up like I was in the fantasy. Since he's escaped from the fantasy, he really doesn't know the difference.

UMMMPH. The corset was drawn tight from behind. So tight in fact that it was pushing all the air out of my lungs. The other corset had cranked down my waist by two inches, I had guessed. Bubba was pulling me tight at 3 …. 4 inches. I am going to die, Bubba is going to suffocate me in this corset. When Bubba finally let up, I guessed that he had taken my waist in almost 5 inches. All I could do was short little breaths in and out. I heard three consecutive "clicks" as Bubba fastened padlocks to the back of my corset. Okay, if I'm going to survive I'll have to breathe as best I can with this thing on, because it's obviously not coming off anytime soon.

As immobilized as I was by the corset, Bubba no longer needed the restraints on my wrists. As soon as he released me and my arms came back down to my sides it was a combination of relief and further distress. Without my arms overhead, I could actually breathe somewhat easier. However, my arms down put further strain on the corset resulting in further compression of my body. Squeeze as they may, the rest of me had to go someplace. As I took stock of myself, it appeared that the extra volume had all moved to my tits and my hips. As best I could see, my tits were huge and so were my hips.

WHAAACK! Bubba gave me another hard spank on my ass. Not as hard as the last, but plenty hard to get my attention. I looked at him. He was pointing toward a doorway. I started walking toward the door. Even something as normal as walking was a chore in this condition. When I got to the door, Bubba motioned for me to go through it. I opened the door and found a dark stairway leading up.

By the time I reached the next floor, I was winded. I'm actually in pretty good shape, but without being able to take a decent breath, one flight of stairs was a real chore. At the top of the stairs, I stopped to catch my breath. Bubba gave me only a moment before he motioned me to open the door.

As I opened the door, I could hear conversation and laughter coming from the other side. The room was filled with people dressed in business clothes. I was suddenly very aware of my nakedness. What the hell is this big idiot doing? He's pushing me out into some sort of business meeting with no clothes on.

"Put you hands behind head." I didn't want to do this or anything else that would attract more attention. WHAAACK! Bubba gave me a swat on my rear end that knocked me out of the doorway and into the room. "Put you hands behind head."

I put my hands behind my head. Bubba put cuffs on my wrists that he somehow also attached to the back of my collar. I could hear another padlock click into place. Having my hands behind my head made my tits stick out even more than they were already. I was sure that I looked helpless. I was terribly embarrassed, trussed up as I was with my tits, ass and pussy all exposed to view. I knew that my face was probably red, I knew that my ass was red as well.

"Move to center of room." I hesitated. WHAAACK! Bubba actually lifted me off the floor for a second with that one. Man, my ass is really getting sore. I moved forward into the room, slowly making my way through the crowd toward the center of the room.

"Welcome Lori, we've been expecting you." The man who greeted me was a stranger; I had never seen him before. He took me by one outstretched elbow and led me to the center of the room where there was a box about two feet high. Bubba, who was following along behind us, put his big hands on either side of my waist and lifted me up onto the box, so that I was standing and looking down at the other people in the room. Bubba then took a metal pole that was lying next to the box and screwed it into a hole in one corner. The other end of the pole reached to about my waist. Bubba positioned me with my back to the pole and then somehow attached the pole to the back of my corset. This kept me standing in place on the box. Bubba then placed a rather short spreader bar between my knees; just enough to keep my knees about a foot apart.

"Where am I?" I asked the stranger.

"You're at a private club here in Puerto Rico. Now, no more questions, we are about to start." Start what I wondered, but fearing the answer as well as another spanking from Big Bubba, I didn't ask.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please settle down." I looked around, there were a few women scattered in the crowd of mostly men. They were not dressed as me, but rather in normal business clothes.

The crowd settled down after a moment or two. The stranger continued. "Mr. Lucien Mortimer is offering for sale to the highest bidder his prized sex slave, Slave Lori."

Mortimer! So this was all just a trick. My mind was racing now. How did he do it. It was now obvious that all of the mind reading and mind projection was a trick. He had taken me in completely. He had his fun with me. Obviously when I kept saying it wasn't real it was oh so very real! That damn bastard Lucky! I'll bet he just laughed himself silly after he fucked me. He was thinking "this stupid bimbo doesn't even think this is real!" What a fool I am!

I'll bet that he is just a good hypnotist and he used that to convince me of all the rest. Now he's captured me and he's selling me into slavery as a whore! If I ever get my hands on him, I'll kill him. I struggled to get my anger under control before I did anything I would regret. The first order of business is to survive and the second order of business is to escape. Anger and vengeance can wait until I take care of those two. At that moment I made a pledge to myself that I would do anything to survive and anything to escape. There would be no hesitation or moral qualms; I will do whatever it takes. The gloves are off. Now I have no conscientious, just the will to succeed.

Okay, Lori, settle down, I thought to myself. You can worry about Mortimer later. Right now you have to worry about what is going to happen next. My mind was still racing.

"Mr. Mortimer had indicated that she has been a good and very serviceable sex slave for him for two years." The stranger/MC continued. What a liar that Lucky is, I thought to myself. "There will be ten minutes for the members to inspect the property before the bidding begins.

During the next ten minutes an endless stream of total strangers came up to me and inspected every inch of me from head to toe. I was poked, prodded and every orifice was entered in one way or another. Twice I lost it and started to complain about how I was being treated. Each such outburst was met with slap on my already very sore ass from Big Bubba.

When the ten minutes were up, the MC once again asked the people to settle down. The bidding proceeded with the various "members" raising and lowering numbered cards. The amount that was being bid was, I assumed, on a board someplace out of my sight. I never did find out the amount of any of the bids. I could have been sold for a million dollars or ten dollars. I had no clue. When the bidding ended, I heard the MC announce that Slave Lori had been sold to Mr. & Mrs. Martino. I had no idea who they were.

Big Bubba released me from the box and pole, removed the spreader bar, and took me down from the on top of the box. Still with my hands locked behind my head, I was led to a small room on one side of the large room. Once in the smaller room, Bubba unlocked the locks on the corset and finally released it. The loosened corset fell to the ground. What a relief, I can finally breathe again!

"Open mouth." By now I knew better than to disobey Bubba. I opened my mouth. Bubba placed something in my mouth that seemed to fill my mouth. A moment later, he leaned toward me and blew into a small tube protruding from the object in my mouth. The object grew in size until my mouth was stretched to its fullest extent. Bubba then capped off the tube and shoved it into the object. "You talk to much," is all that he said as he put a piece of duct tape over my mouth.

Bubba then took duct tape and taped my ankles together so that I could no longer walk. Bubba left the room. I noticed behind where Bubba was standing there was a mirror. I saw myself. I was a mess. My hair was so ratty that I was totally devastated. Other than the collar, I was now totally nude. I was slowly getting used to the ball gag in my mouth; it wasn't comfortable, but I could endure it. I had some bruises on my tits and a few other places as souvenirs of the "property inspection." Considering everything that had happened to me, I was still alive and still in once piece. Even as messed up as I looked, I thought I'm still a good looking gal!

The door of the room opened and then closed. At first I couldn't see who had come in. Then I saw his face in the mirror. Lucky was standing behind me. I wanted to yell at him and spit in his face, but I couldn't. I wanted to kick him in the balls, but my feet were secure. Even so, he could see from my face that I was furious with him. I was furious at his total betrayal of me.

He was enjoying my predicament. I ran his hand softly over my right tit and then down the side of my body landing, finally on the crack of my very sore ass. "You are such a lovely girl Lori. I'm sorry that we didn't have more fun together, but I really needed to raise some money. I know you'll love the Martino's." Lucky laughed an evil laugh.

A moment later the MC entered the room together with a man and woman I had never seen before. They were the Martino's I presume. Mr. Martino handed a check to Lucky. Lucky smiled, shook the hand of both Mr. and Mrs. Martino. "She has been a delight for me, I'm sure you'll enjoy her for years to come." With that Lucky was gone.

"Bubba, put her in the trunk of my car." It was Mrs. Martino that spoke. Bubba threw me over his shoulder and carried me out of the room. We went through two more doors before we were outside again. Facing backwards, I couldn't see exactly where we were going, but we passed several cars, all very expensive. Finally Bubba stopped. I heard a sound like a trunk opening. Bubba put me down on the ground. He took a key and unlocked the padlock holding my hands behind my head. As soon as he had freed my hands, he picked me up again and put me in the car trunk and closed the lid.

I was in total darkness.

© 2004, Oralia Cruz, all rights reserved.


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