The Amazing Mr. Mortimer

THE AMAZING MR. MORTIMER

Part III

With my hands now free, I was able to remove the tape over my mouth and deflate the ball gag. Once I had that nasty thing out, I reached down to where my ankles were taped together with duct tape. It took several tries and at least one broken nail to work one end of the tape free. Once I had the free end, I was able to unwind the tape from around my ankles. It felt good to be free of restraints for the first time in more than an hour.

For a moment, I just relaxed. There wasn't much else I could do in the total darkness of Mrs. Martino's trunk.

With my hands I felt the collar around my neck. It was made of heavy leather with numerous metal loops for attaching other things. In the back I found the padlock. It wasn't a large padlock and probably could easily be removed with the right tool. I didn't have any tools, however. I felt down my body with both of my hands. Other than the collar I was totally nude.

I started to feel around the trunk. The trunk was quite deep. Underneath me was carpet, but it felt very rough and gritty. With my hand I could feel a goodly amount of sand. I found a spare tire, but no jack or other tools. There was also some sort of straw hat in the trunk which was otherwise empty.

When I had been in the trunk for about ten minutes I heard the sound and vibration of someone getting into the car and starting the engine. The car backed first and then moved forward. I could hear the muffled sounds of people talking. It sounded like a man and a woman. Mr. & Mrs. Martino I assumed.

The car trip lasted about twenty minutes. Then I felt the car stop and the engine was turned off. I waited for something to happen. The trunk lid opened flooding my eyes with bright sunlight. I squinted but I couldn't see anything. Hands reached toward me and lifted me out of the trunk. Almost immediately I was wrapped up in something soft and slung over someone's shoulder. Was this Bubba again? I wondered. I was hesitant to resist in anyway if it was Bubba. I didn't know.

I could hear the sounds of water and of some birds squawking. Whoever was carrying me, his footsteps echoed as if he were walking on wooden planks. I'm at the waterfront, I thought, some sort of boat dock.

The man carrying me was too small. I came to the conclusion that he was not Bubba. I freed my hands from the blanket in which I was wrapped. I made two fists and began hitting him on his back. I got off four or five good blows, enough for the man to yell out in distress. "Shit!" was all I heard him say. This was definitely not Bubba. That's all I remember. Someone hit me on the head with something. My head hurt. I was dazed. I don't think I blacked out completely, but I was seeing stars.

I vaguely remember being carried out of the sunlight into a darker place and then being put down rather roughly. I just collapsed on the floor. I have no idea how long I was dazed, but when I started to awaken it appeared that I was in some sort of storage room. There were food and cooking supplies everywhere. My hands were handcuffed to a bracket attached to one wall. I was still wearing my collar and nothing else. I could feel a vibration coming through the floor, and the floor was also gently rolling from side to side. I was on a boat and we were moving!

Eventually I fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept. When I woke up, my head was still throbbing, although not as badly as before. After a few minutes I became acutely aware that my bladder was full and that I had to pee. I had been subjected to every imaginable indignity over the past several hours, I thought. If I could possibly hold it, I wasn't going to add to my indignity by peeing on the floor. I crossed my legs to help me hold it in.

After half and hour the struggle not to pee on the floor was becoming hopeless. I didn't think I could hold out much longer. It was just then that the door of the supply closet opened. There was the silhouette of a man in the doorway with the bright light of the passageway outside behind him. It must be Mr. Martino.

"Lori, if you promise to behave yourself, I'll let you loose so you can use the head." I knew the word "head" on a boat meant bathroom. I shook my head yes. I quickly regretted that, as my head ached more when I moved it.

Mr. Martino came over, unlocked my handcuffs and helped me to my feet. It was then that I noticed that he was wearing a collar similar to mine. He also wore a leather jock strap that was locked with a padlock. He was otherwise nude. I was confused. The people who bought me had to be Masters. If they were slaves like me, how could they buy another slave? Maybe there are different levels of slaves? I didn't know.

Mr. Martino showed me to the head. It was a tiny closet with a single dry toilet in it. The hinges indicated that there had once been a door, but the door was long gone. Mr. Martino stood by as I sat on the toilet; so much for modesty. I had to go so badly at this point that I really didn't care if he watched me or not. I used a single sheet of tp to dry myself and then I flushed the toilet.

With peeing gone from my mind I was able to notice much more around me. There was a kitchen across the hall. Actually "there was a galley across the companionway" is the correct terminology I later learned.

"Are you hungry?" Mr. Martino was a good looking man. He was about five feet ten inches tall and appeared to be in relatively good shape. He had course black curly hair that covered his head and then just thinned out a bit as it covered his back and chest and arms and legs.

"I am hungry, Mr. Martino," I said. He led the way into the galley.

"You can call me Mitch, Lori." I smiled back at him. Mitch fixed two sandwiches, one for himself and one for me. Considering that we are on a boat, the galley was quite big and was equipped with a microwave, stove, oven and refrigerator.

I ate half the sandwich before I spoke. "Mitch, I'm confused. You are dressed as a slave, but you're the one who bought me. How can one slave own another slave?"

"I don't own you Lori, Mrs. Martino owns you. Mrs. Martino owns both of us."

"Your wife owns you?"

"I'm not her husband. My name isn't Martino. I was Mitch Rodriquez before I was captured. When I go out with her, she gives me her last name. It's supposed to be humiliating for me."

"Have you ever tried to escape?"

"A few times I did, but I never made it. The punishment was so severe that I stopped trying to escape after a while."

"What kind of punishment?" I asked, hesitantly. I was afraid he would tell me something that I really didn't want to hear. I needed to know, though.

Instead of saying anything, Mitch turned around with his back to me. He flattened out some of the hair on his back. I could see scars across his back. They were like old welts that had healed up, but hadn't gone away. "Punishment is handed out by Big Bubba." He said without further explanation. I nodded.

"You said that you were captured, Mitch. How were you captured?"

Mitch waited a while before answering. "I was set up by Lucien Mortimer. I was completely fooled by him. It's a long story …"

"… no need." I interrupted him. "I was fooled by the same man. I was set up and delivered by him right to that auction. So, Lucky makes his living at this?" I asked.

"It's like those rings of thieves who steal cars to order. Lucky captures sex slaves to order."

"So Mrs. Martino asked for someone like me and then Lucky went out and got me?" Mitch nodded his head yes. I was amazed that this sex slave ring was so organized. "Do you mind if I ask you what you do here on the boat?"

"I'm a licensed boat captain. I run the boat. I'm also here to service Mrs. Martino."

"You sleep with Mrs. Martino. You're here to satisfy her sexually?"

"I'm here to give her children which, so far, hasn't happened. It turns out that Mrs. Martino is barren." I thought about this for a minute. Then a very disturbing thought occurred to me.

"Why am I here, Mitch?"

"Lori, you're here to bear the children that Mrs. Martino wants and can't have." Panic set in. It was one thing to be stolen and sold into slavery. I could even stand the thought of being forced to have sex, but being forced to have children was too much. It took me a few minutes to absorb all of this. This woman is completely fiendish, I thought. She had to order me kidnapped and raped in order to produce a child or children for her. I was having difficulty coming to grips with the depths of her depravity.

Suddenly my need to escape became even more immediate. I had to get out of this situation as quickly as I could at any cost. My mind was racing so fast that I couldn't think of what to do. I was starting to panic. I knew that panic would be my worst enemy. I had to keep myself calm and think of a way out.

"Mitch, what is your role in this?" I thought that I already had the answer, but I needed to hear him say it.

"I'm the father of your children, Lori. I'm here to get you pregnant." It was as I thought.

"Mitch, if you're role is to get me pregnant, then why are you wearing a chastity belt to prevent you from having sex with me?"

"Lori, Mrs. Martino wants to supervise all of our fornication. She wants to watch and perhaps even tell us what to do and when to do it. She's not leaving anything to chance."

Mrs. Martino was truly evil. I barely knew the woman and I already had a burning hatred for her. I had to keep my emotions under control. There was a war going on in my aching brain between my reason and my emotions. My reason had to win.

"Mitch, you said that you tried to escape a few times." He nodded his head yes. "Can you tell me a little more about what happened?"

Mitch had now finished his sandwich as was starting in on a piece of chocolate cake. He offered me a piece, but I declined. "Well, there's no place to go out here on the ocean. We spend quite a lot of time out on the ocean." Mitch made a sweeping motion with his hand. "I had to make my escape attempts when we got into port. Mrs. Martino only travels in D/s circles, so whenever we came into port there were lots of other Masters and slaves around. No matter what I did, there was always someone there to give me away, and there was always Big Bubba or one of their other goons there to restrain and punish me. I tried hiding on a different boat, I tried swimming away, I tried just plain running. Nothing ever worked. I was caught every time." I nodded my head indicating my understanding of what he had said. It was obvious from his tone of voice and his body language that Mitch was a broken man. He may have tried to escape in the past, but he wouldn't try it again. His spirit was gone from him. He was resigned to his fate of permanent slave.

After my bite to eat and another short bathroom break, Mitch took me back to the supply closet. This time, however, he gave me a pillow and a blanket and he didn't chain me up. He did however lock the door.

It had been a hectic day. I really needed some sleep as I was very tired. My mind wouldn't relax, however. I had started the day as a tourist staying at a hotel in San Juan. By the end of the day everything had been taken from me, including every stitch of clothing. I had been sold at auction as a sex slave. I was locked in a storage closet on a boat headed – I had no idea where we were or where we were headed – wearing nothing but my slave collar. And yet all that had happened today seemed unimportant compared to the fate that was just around the corner for me – I was to be impregnated and bear children for the barren witch, Mrs. Martino. I couldn't stop thinking about it and as long as I thought about it, I couldn't sleep. I'm not sure how long I was lying there before exhaustion finally overcame me.

Mitch came to get me early the next morning. He tried not to be obvious, but I knew that he was checking me out as I got up from the floor. I figured that when the time came, I would need Mitch's help somehow. I didn't want to be obvious either, but I also needed to cultivate his interest in me. I stood before him as unashamed as I could manage and allowed his lusting gaze to linger on my naked body. I moved in ways that I thought would give him more enticing views.

He led me up on deck and for the first time I got an idea of the size of the whole yacht. It was about one hundred feet in length but, here on the open ocean it looked so small. Mrs. Martino was lying on the aft deck wearing a light skirt and blouse with sunglasses and a wide brimmed straw hat. Upon seeing her I reflected on how I used to wear outfits like that back when I was allowed to wear clothes.

I wasn't self-conscientious about being nude in front of Mrs. Martino. My knowledge of her plans for me had created a hatred of her deep within me. That hatred overcame any other feelings I might have had about her. I had to keep a blank smile on my face so that she wouldn't suspect what I was thinking.

Mitch was still wearing his collar and his leather jock strap. He must hate her too, I thought. I guess his hate has been worn down over time.

Mitch led me over to where Mrs. Martino was sunbathing and indicated that I should stand at attention next to her lounge chair. I kept telling myself that now is not the right time, so just be cool, Lori, be cool. Mrs. Martino looked up at me and smiled. Then with her left hand she gently patted my stomach a few times and then smiled again. I smiled back at her, as much as it pained me to do so. She glanced back at Mitch and nodded. It was then that I saw her purse sitting on the deck next to her chair. The purse was open and in the top of the purse I could see a pistol, a .38 I think. I guess that's her protection from us out here in the middle of the ocean.

"Put your hands behind your head, Lori." It was Mitch speaking. I put my hands behind my head and Mitch locked them in place just as Bubba had done the day before. Mitch led me over to an open part of the deck. At about eye level there was a bracket attached to a pole. Mitch took a metal chain and attached one end to my collar and the other end to this bracket. I was starting to get worried. Mitch then attached ankle bracelets that were connected by metal chains to brackets in the deck. The ankle bracelets held my feet about two feet apart from each other. My anxiety level was increasing with each restraint. "I'm really sorry about this, Lori," said Mitch. What the hell were they going to do to me?

Mrs. Martino had gotten up from her lounge chair and was standing next to me. "Lori, you little slut, you hit poor Mitch here yesterday when he was carrying you to the boat. Such behavior is not allowed." As she said this, Mitch hit me across my ass with some sort of whip. I couldn't see behind me enough to tell exactly what it was. My ass was still somewhat tender from the beating it took yesterday from Bubba, so this really hurt. I sort of jumped as much as I could with my feet restrained. It took me a moment to keep from falling and regain my balance.

"Lori, I don't tolerate disobedience from my slaves in even the smallest matters." SNAP – the whip hit again, this time on the backs of my legs. As it did, my legs started to buckle under me and I was gagging as the restraint on my collar was all that was holding me up. Mitch caught me and got me back to a standing position. It took me a minute to stop gagging and catch my breath. My legs and ass felt like they were on fire.

"Don't cross me again, Lori! The next time I might not let Mitch help you back up." SNAP – the whip hit again on my ass. I couldn't believe how it burned. I started to cry, as silently as I could. I didn't want Mrs. Martino to hear me, but she did. "Crying won't help you, Lori. No one here cares if you're comfortable or in pain. If you behave yourself you'll have a nice life. If you don't behave your life will be short and painful."

"Let her hang there for an hour or so, and then you can start getting her ready." It was Mrs. Martino speaking to Mitch. Mrs. Martino was giving Mitch some other instructions. I stopped listening to their conversation. I was thankful that my whipping had ended. My ass felt like it was on fire. I looked down at the deck between my feet and I could see small droplets of blood. As I watched another droplet fell to the deck. My backside was bleeding. Finally I could hear the conversation behind me end. I heard the sounds of footsteps leaving the deck and heading down the steps to the cabins. Mrs. Martino had left.

Once Mrs. Martino was gone, Mitch came up behind me again. "Lori, I'm really sorry about that." I couldn't answer him, I just nodded my head yes. Oh, my head was still hurting, I had almost forgotten about my head. Mitch was rubbing my sore ass with some sort of ointment. "This is something that will cut down on the pain and stop the bleeding," he said. I'm sure that he didn't mind at all rubbing ointment on my naked ass. At that moment I was too sore to even care.

I was left in that position for about an hour. My legs were getting tired, but if I moved them, I would start choking again. I held up as best I could. Mitch came periodically and gave me something to drink. It took me fifteen or twenty minutes to get myself under control. I had learned a valuable lesson. The penalty for crossing Mrs. Martino was severe. If I were to try anything I would have to be totally ruthless. If I allowed myself to be recaptured I could easily imagine that I would be tortured to a slow and very painful death.

When the hour was up, I heard Mrs. Martino's voice on some sort of intercom. She told Mitch that she would be up on deck in fifteen minutes and that he was to get me ready. Get me ready for what I wondered. I suppose it could have been another beating, but I didn't think so. Mrs. Martino had made her point.

Mitch released me from the restraints and led me over to lounge chair where Mrs. Martino had been sunbathing earlier. Mitch indicated that I was to sit down. I sat and then immediately jumped back up as sitting stung my ass terribly. "Lie down on it, Lori; it will be easier to take that way." It took me a few tries to maneuver myself into a lying down position without the use of my arms. Mitch helped somewhat. My backside was still sore, but by putting my knees up, I was able to keep the tenderest part of my ass off the lounge chair.

"This part will be much more pleasant for you, Lori." I could see Mitch smiling at me. He sat down on one end of the bench, near my feet. "Don't move now." He reached out with one hand and began rubbing my pussy. A moment later, he had one of his fingers in me and had found my clit with his thumb. I closed my eyes. I wasn't a virgin, but I had not had sex with a lot of men. I had never imagined myself having sex with a man on command. I had never had sex while in restraints before. Oh I know, the Devil's Den with Lucky, but I wasn't sure that was real. I think that was just Lucky's hypnosis.

It was Mrs. Martino's command that I have sex and I did not want to cross her. With my eyes closed, I imagined that it was my boy friend Jack who was stroking my cunt. I could feel my muscles relax somewhat as the image of Jack came into my mind. The pleasant image of Jack stimulating me with his fingers was very enjoyable. I started to get in the mood. I could feel the warmth in my belly. There was a small moan that I could not keep from escaping from my lips. With his other hand, Jack reached up and pulled on the little rings in my nipples. It felt oh so good. Jack knew how to get me going. I knew that I was getting close to orgasm. Jack's hand in my cunt was reaching all of my most erotic places. I knew that I was wet. I was rocking my hips rhythmically as Jack stroked my clit. Jack and I were in tune with each other as the volume of my coming orgasm grew inside me. Jack gave a hard pinch to one of my very erect nipples. The very pleasant pain triggered the orgasm. I came very hard. My whole body tensed and shook as the orgasm traveled from my cunt to my tits and back to my cunt. Jack continued to stimulate my clit in an effort to keep my orgasm going as long as possible. Finally with one whole body spasm, I climaxed. I remained tense for a moment and then my body relaxed.

"This cow is ready." It was the ugly raspy voice of Mrs. Martino. I opened my eyes. Mitch was just taking his hand away from my cunt. She was standing right next to the lounge chair on which I was lying, looking down at me. How I hated this woman, but I dare not let it show. I forced a small smile to my lips as I looked up at her.

Mrs. Martino handed Mitch a beach towel which he spread out on the deck next to Mrs. Martino's chair. Once he had the towel spread out, he told me to lie down on it and helped me down to the deck since I still didn't have the use of my hands. I was lying on my back. Mitch then went over to where Mrs. Martino was and stood before her. I couldn't see exactly what they were doing, but it looked like Mrs. Martino was doing something to Mitch's leather jock strap.

When Mitch turned around, the pouch of his jock strap had been removed. His erect cock was about six inches long and somewhat thick with his balls hanging below. His pubic area was covered with thick black hair; a stark contrast to my totally bald pussy.

I kept telling myself to be cool. There was nothing I could do right now that wouldn't just result in another punishment. I didn't need any more punishment right now. My head still ached and my ass still stung from earlier so I decided that I needed to just accept it without argument.

Mitch lowered himself down on top of me. I could see the witch watching us from only a foot or two away. I had to ignore her and just concentrate on Mitch. I closed my eyes.

He seemed to be aware that I needed some foreplay to get back in the mood for him. He began by sucking on my left nipple and using his tongue to play with my nipple ring. He was doing it right. I could feel my body respond to him. I opened my eyes to see Mitch, but just behind his head was Mrs. Martino. I closed my eyes again. It seemed better that I keep my eyes closed. I could feel the weight of Mitch pressing down on my body. It felt good.

Mitch switched to my right tit and nipple. I kept my eyes closed. I just ignored the fact that she was there watching us. Mitch's right hand found my pussy. He stoked my clit for a few minutes which really got me turned on again.

"She's wet Mitch, get on with it," said the raspy witch. I ignored her. She's not here. She's not here.

Mitch was in me. He had a very nice rhythm as his cock slid up my cunt, and then slid back and then slid up and slid back. It was oh so pleasant. Mitch was pumping me fairly fast now. He wasn't trying to be romantic. He just wanted to cum and get it over with. I could feel Mitch twitch. I opened my eyes, but I didn't see Mrs. Martino.

He pushed into me as far as he could. His breathing was halting. I could feel the pulsating of his cock as he came inside me. When his full load had been delivered into my cunt, his whole body relaxed. She reappeared right after Mitch came in me. Hopefully, I didn't get pregnant today. Who knows how long my luck can hold out?

Mitch got up from on top of me. I opened my eyes to see Mrs. Martino putting his pouch back on and padlocking it into place. Mitch helped me up and unlocked my wrists.

"Mitch, show Lori her duties." In addition to being her sex slave (or was I her breading sow?), I was also supposed to do domestic chores. How charming I thought. Well, just smile and take it for now. I had to figure a way out of this.

Mitch took me down below to the galley and showed me where to find supplies to prepare Mrs. Martino's breakfast.

"Do you like what you're doing, Mitch?"

"No, of course not. It's just that I've come to realize that my life isn't my own anymore. I have no choice. Neither do you for that matter."

"Is she going to make us have sex every morning?"

"Yes, I think so. At least until she's sure that you're pregnant."

"What did Mrs. Martino do when you were fucking me, Mitch? She seemed to disappear from my sight for a minute or two."

"She got down by my legs. When I came she was holding my balls and she had her finger in my ass. I guess that way she feels like she's part of the whole thing."

"Tomorrow, could you not bind my hands?"

"It's up to her. I do what she tells me to do." He truly was a broken spirit.

"Mitch, leave my wrists unbound. I'll pretend that they are locked behind my head just like today even though they aren't. Can you do that for me?" I went over and gave him a kiss as I asked this.

"I don't think I can, Lori. I'm sorry, I just can't."

I fixed Mrs. Martino's breakfast and served it to her. Mitch and I ate in the galley. Following breakfast, Mitch let me use the head again. Later in the day, I fixed lunch for Mrs. Martino by myself. Mitch was busy on the bridge. The boat evidently has GPS and autopilot, but Mitch still needed to check on it quite often. I was a help to him by freeing him from his other duties.

After lunch, I cleared Mrs. Martino's dishes and asked her if she needed anything else. The witch actually smiled at me. With all the will power I had, I smiled back to her. "Come here child," she said to me. I came and stood next to her. Without saying anything else, she gently ran her hand over my belly. She touched each of my tits and played gently with the rings. She touched my cunt slit with one finger but she didn't put her finger into me. I stood as still as I could. Inside I was repulsed by her, but I knew that I could jeopardize everything if is resisted. I forced myself to smile. "Turn around child." I turned my back to her. She ran her hand over my red, tortured and whipped ass. "This will heal up quickly. You must be sure that you never deserve another whipping, child. No run along with those dishes."

By dinner time, Mrs. Martino had moved into the salon which is a large room with chairs, tables, television, etc. I served Mrs. Martino her dinner and then went up to the bridge to bring dinner to Mitch. It was starting to get a little chilly at night. I guessed that we must be heading north. The chill on the bridge was especially noticeable since both Mitch and I were nude. I gave him his dinner as he worked, then I kissed him. Mitch responded with a passionate kiss and a caress of my tits and my ass. I didn't try to stop him as I needed his cooperation. I snuggled as close to him as I could. I kind of like this guy.

While Mitch worked with the various dials and equipment on the bridge I sat in a chair facing him. I smiled at him. Without seeming too obvious, I sat in such a way that he could see my tits and my pussy. This was actually somewhat difficult for me since my ass was still pretty raw, but I needed Mitch. I couldn't escape Mrs. Martino without his help. Despite the pain in my rear, I sat trying to look as sexy as I could for him.

When Mitch had finished his duties he came over to me and we kissed again. He, of course, was still wearing that locked leather jock strap. But he had something else in mind. He lifted me up to sit on the high stool from which he captains the boat.

"Lie back and spread you legs, sweetie." Mitch's voice was almost a whisper. I leaned back in the chair and spread my legs open. A moment later, I felt Mitch's tongue penetrating into my cunt. His tongue felt so smooth and pleasant. Waves of pleasure began to emanate from between by legs. I put my knees up on Mitch's shoulders. His attentions to my pussy were so very pleasant. After a few minutes Mitch found my clit. The tip of his tongue began making very small circles around my clit. I was getting very warm despite the cool night breeze and my nakedness. Mitch sensed my excitement and reached up to begin playing with my tits. My breathing became halting as the pressure built inside me. I came with a resounding spasm in my whole body. I couldn't help myself from moaning even though I didn't want the witch to hear what we were doing. Mitch continued to stimulate my clit throughout my orgasm and he finally stopped when he felt me relax. I was exhausted.

Mitch withdrew from my pussy and climbed up to give me a kiss. His face was covered with my pussy juices. I didn't care. His tongue that had just been in my cunt was now at the back of my throat. I responded to his every move. I could tell that he was very excited. If he hadn't been wearing his chastity belt, I'm sure he would have been inside me. "You'll have your chance again tomorrow sweat heart," I told him. He smiled and kissed me again.

After all this I had something to eat myself, I cleared the dishes and began washing up and putting things away. Mitch came down from the bridge and was in the salon with Mrs. Martino. I could hear her say to Mitch how nice I was turning out. It just took one whipping to break me. Now I was not a trouble maker at all. So far so good I thought.

Mitch came into the galley and told me that Mrs. Martino was retiring for the night. Mitch told me that she had the largest cabin to herself and kept the door locked and her gun by her side. That was not a problem, since I had no intention of attacking her in her cabin.

When all my chores were done, Mitch took me back to the storage closet and locked me in for the night. I was able to sleep much more soundly the second night on the boat. I had my plan, now all I had to do was execute it.

Mitch came to get me early the next morning. Once again, he led me up on deck. Mrs. Martino was lying on the aft deck wearing a different but similar light skirt and blouse. The sunglasses and a wide brimmed straw hat were the same.

Mitch led me over to where Mrs. Martino was sunbathing. I stood at attention next to her lounge chair just as I had the day before. Mrs. Martino looked up at me and smiled and once again patted my stomach a few times with her left hand. I made sure to smile at her often.

"Put your hands behind your head, Lori," said Mitch. I put my hands behind my head and Mitch locked them in place, or at least he seemed to. This was the crucial point in my plan. If Mitch locked my hands, I was helpless. If he didn't, then the plan was on.

I couldn't tell right away without pulling my hands apart, so I just kept them together and smiled a lot.

Once again, Mrs. Martino handed Mitch a beach towel which he spread out on the deck next to Mrs. Martino's lounge chair. While he was doing this, and Mrs. Martino seemed to be concentrating on Mitch, I pulled my hands apart enough to know that I was not shackled today.

Mitch helped me to lie down on the towel. As he helped me down, I kept my fingers tight together so as not to let on that I was actually free.

Mitch spent about five minutes, at Mrs. Martino's direction, stimulating me to an almost orgasm. It wasn't that hard to do since I was excited this morning. I was excited because my plan was coming together.

Mitch then went over to where Mrs. Martino was seated and stood before her so that she could unlock his jock strap. The thought occurred to me that she must unlock that thing other times too or how else does he go to the bathroom? Well no matter, that is not my concern right now.

Mitch's erect cock was ready for me. After our activities last night, I knew that he would be looking forward to this morning. There was no mistaking his eagerness as he lowered himself down on top of me.

Once again, she was watching us from only a foot or two away. Unlike yesterday, I didn't close my eyes. Mrs. Martino watched, and I smiled at her. She seemed to like this.

Mitch started once again by sucking on my left nipple and using his tongue to play with my nipple ring. I was already excited thinking about what I was about to do. I knew that I was already wet and ready for him. I let him know by wrapping my legs around his waist. Mitch stopped sucking my tit and started to enter me. It was then that Mrs. Martino moved to her position between Mitch's legs.

I could feel Mitch pressing down on me. He once again had his very nice rhythm as his cock slid up my cunt, and then slid back and then slid up and slid back. Mitch was having much more fun today. He wasn't trying to hurry and get it done. He was making it last as long as he could.

Mitch had been pumping me for about two minutes when I felt the finger in my ass. Well, it seems Mrs. Martino had a surprise for me as well. That was fine with me; it certainly let me know exactly where she was.

I unclasped my hands from behind my head. With my right hand I reached out for Mrs. Martino's purse under the lounge chair. The .38 was right on top. My hand was on the handle and I took it out of her purse. I slid the safety off and put the gun behind my head. My hands went back to the shackled position again. Mitch saw what I was doing, but he said nothing. He merely continued to fuck me.

I felt Mitch twitch. He pushed into me as far as he could. His breathing was halting. I could feel his pulsing cock as he came inside me. Finally he relaxed. I felt Mrs. Martino's finger slide out of my ass.

Mrs. Martino sat back down on her lounge chair. After a moment, Mitch got up and stood before her as she relocked his leather jock strap. Then Mitch stepped back as if to help me up from the floor. I came up to a kneeling position holding the gun on Mrs. Martino. Mrs. Martino gave made a loud cry as she saw her own weapon trained on her. I didn't give her a chance to complain further. I fired twice hitting her in the forehead and in the mouth. Mrs. Martino's dead body fell to the deck with a thud.

Blood was pouring from the hole in Mrs. Martino's head. There was blood everywhere. Mitch was covered in splattered blood; I was literally drenched in her blood. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was dead. That's one, I thought, and Lucien Mortimer will be two.

Mitch seemed stunned by what had happened. He was, after all, still a broken man. I decided that I needed to take charge. "Mitch, get something to wrap that body in and dump it in the ocean." Mitch said nothing. He left and returned in a few moments with a small tarp. We wrapped Mrs. Martino in the tarp and dumped her body over the back of the boat.

The deck was covered with blood. Luckily, the deck was fiberglass. Mitch had a hose that he used first to hose us down and then to hose down the deck. That got rid of most of the blood. I would spend a good deal of the next two days scrubbing the deck to get rid of the rest.

The next order of business was to free ourselves. I went into Mrs. Martino's purse and found her keys. I used one key to unlock Mitch's jock strap and his collar. I looked down and for the first time saw Mitch's cock in its rest position. For a moment, I giggled as I realized that, without his collar, Mitch was totally nude. Next, Mitch released me from my collar. We spent the rest of the day naked. After all what did it matter at this point? It was actually much easier to clean everything up while we were nude.

Mitch turned the boat around and we headed back to Puerto Rico. He told me that we had more than enough fuel and food to stay out here for ten days if we liked, but I told him that we had to get back. As the sun set and the air became cooler, Mitch asked me to take Mrs. Martino's keys and unlock her cabin. He thought that his clothes would be in there and he would like a jacket.

Sure enough, Mitch's clothes were in a closet in Mrs. Martino's cabin. I picked out a nice casual outfit for him together with a windbreaker. From Mrs. Martino's own clothes, I found a nice pair of shorts and a blouse. I found a windbreaker for me as well and deck shoes.

I took the clothes up to the bridge. Mitch and I both got dressed on the bridge.

Once we were wearing clothes, I think that Mitch finally accepted that we were free. He gave me a big kiss, but it was different then the others. This was more a kiss of relief as if I had saved him. I told him that we saved ourselves. I reminded him that he took the first chance when he left my hands unbound.

Our dinner that night was especially tasty. We didn't have to eat in the galley any more, so we ate on the deck. Mitch said that he was going to stay on the bridge that night. He had a small bunk next to the controls. He handed me the keys and told me to go exploring. Sure enough, I found four other cabins which were all locked. Well no more sleeping on the floor in the storage closet. I picked out one of the cabins and went to sleep.

Mitch had been instrumental in helping me escape from Mrs. Martino. He too had been her slave. Nonetheless, I was still wary about him. I really didn't know anything about Mitch. It was good that he was up on the bridge. I locked the door of my cabin and slept with the gun next to my pillow.

The next morning, I got up early, very refreshed, and fixed a good breakfast. I took a serving up to the bridge for Mitch. Mitch smiled when he saw me. He was looking over a chart of Puerto Rico.

"I've been thinking, Lori. We definitely don't want to go back to the same marina we left from. I thought we should go to this one." He pointed to a spot on the chart. "I know the guy who runs it and it's far enough away from the other one that none of those psychos will see us coming. What are we going to do when we get to Puerto Rico?"

"You're going to let me off in Puerto Rico. After that, as far as I'm concerned, this is your boat and you can go wherever you like with it."

"What are you going to do, Lori?"

"First, I'm going to my hotel and get my friend, Rachel. Then we are getting the hell out of Puerto Rico and then I'm calling the cops." Mitch just nodded in agreement.

After breakfast, we both stripped out of our clothes again. It was so much easier to clean up when we were naked, and there was still a lot of blood in different places on the deck.

Mitch came down from the bridge at lunch time and we made love in the salon. It wasn't like the other times. This time we made love because we wanted to. Somehow Mitch was still broken. I can't put my finger on it, but he would still need some help getting back to normal.

By the end of the day, I finally thought that I had cleaned up all the blood from the deck. I took a shower and got dressed for dinner with Mitch.

The following day, we docked at the marina run by Mitch's friend. We tied up and Mitch began checking various things on the boat. I was dressed in one of Mrs. Martino's outfits complete with sunglasses and straw hat. I found several hundred dollars in her purse. I took two hundred and gave the rest to Mitch. I gave him a kiss goodbye. He took me in his arms and gave me a big heavy kiss. I didn't resist, but I was focused on the things facing me the rest of the day. I wished Mitch well and got off the boat.

In the marina parking lot I was able to find a taxi cab. I checked the driver carefully, as well as his picture ID before getting in. I told him to go to my hotel. This time, I watched very carefully as he drove to the hotel. I wasn't going to allow any wrong turns. I still had Mrs. Martino's gun in Mrs. Martino's purse that I was now carrying.

The cab pulled up in front of the hotel. I paid the driver and went inside. I asked at the front desk for a spare room key and went up to our room. As I went in, I saw Rachel sitting on the bed. When she saw me, she screamed.

"Lori!! Where the hell have you been? I've been worried sick about you. Why didn't you call me? You've been gone for four days!"

She gave me a hug before she was finally calm enough for me to talk to her. I sat down on the bed with her and began to tell her the story of the last four days, ending with our arrival back at the marina.

Rachel sat and listened to my story with only the occasional "I told you so." When I finished, she still sat silently for a while. I had the definite impression that she was at least skeptical about what had happened to me. "You don't believe me, do you Rachel?"

"Well, Lori, it is a little bit incredible. I'm not saying that I don't believe you, I'm just trying to take it all in."

"Look at this, Rachel." I opened my blouse and took off my bra. Rachel let out a gasp as she saw my enlarged tits and the nipple rings. "Okay, now look at this." I opened the purse and took out the .38. "This is the gun that I used to kill Mrs. Martino."

"Lori, I understand what you're saying, but let me ask you this. If Lucky does all these tricks with his hypnotism, how does he make your boobs bigger?"

"I don't know how he did that, Rachel. I just know that he's behind this whole thing."

"What are you planning now?"

"I was going to get off this island and then call the cops, but I changed my mind. I've got a gun. I'm going over to Lucky's house and I'm going to kill him like I killed Mrs. Martino." Rachel let out a gasp. We sat in silence for several minutes.

Finally, Rachel took my hand in hers and said, "Lori, I want you to consider a completely different interpretation of everything that happened to you."

I had no idea where she was going with this. "What are you talking about Rachel?"

"I would like you to just calm down for a minute, put the gun down and listen to me." I put the gun back in Mrs. Martino's purse. "Okay, good. Consider the possibility that Mr. Mortimer did not betray you." I looked at her wondering where she was getting this from. "Relax please, Lori." I took a breath and relaxed. I was willing to listen to my best friend. "Lori you have something stuck in your eye. Hold still please."

Rachel moved very close to my face and was staring into my eyes. In a minute, I realized that she was doing the Lucky stare. Her stare was mesmerizing. I couldn't look away. It felt like she was drilling into my skull. Finally, I closed my eyes.

A moment later, I opened my eyes. Sitting across from me was not Rachel, but Lucky. I reached for my purse and gun, but I realized that they were no longer on my lap. In fact, nothing was on my lap. Once again I was nude. I jumped up from my chair and ran to the door. Three of Lucky's nymphets stopped me. I looked back at Lucky with pure hatred. Lucky was laughing.

"Please, Lori, come sit down again, I won't hurt you, I promise."

"Yeah, the last time you sold me into slavery."

"Did I really? Or was that just part of your fantasy?"

"What are you saying? The fantasy ended. I had not done it right, remember? And then I left here and took a cab back to my hotel but you had me hijacked, stripped and sold as a sex slave!"

Lucky laughed again. "Think about it Lori. Did that really happen or was that all fantasy?"

"But the fantasy ended. I didn't do it right. I had the wrong attitude."

"You thought the fantasy ended, but it continued. Your attitude changed because you finally accepted the fantasy as real. Once you believed it was real, you were able to live another life, that's the real fantasy to live a life other than your own. Think about it for a moment, Lori. Are you proud of yourself for what you did in a crisis? Will you ever forget what happened to you? Would it have been the same if you kept saying 'it's not real, it's not real' as you were earlier?"

"But it was so real. It was real. How could it have not been real?"

"Lori, take a look at your breasts." I looked down at my tits. They were back to their original size and there were no piercings. My right hand shot down to my pussy. "No, Lori, you don't have one down there either. Now you are really back in the world, and you've had a really great adventure."

Two of the nymphets brought me my clothes and helped me get dressed. My clothes had been still hanging up in the hidden closet. They had not been torn to shreds by Big Bubba. My bra fit. I was still having some problems accepting all of this. This was too fantastic for words.

When I was completely dressed, Lucky offered me some ice tea. I declined. "Well Lori, the cab is waiting at the gate to take you back to your hotel. I hope that you enjoyed your adventure. Do you think that you can come back tomorrow and do another one?"

I was still trying to process what had happened. I was still very confused. I was still very mad at Lucky, but at the same time not sure that I should be mad at him. I couldn't believe that he wanted me to try it again; certainly not tomorrow. It was going to take me quite a while to sort through what I was feeling. If I was ever ready to do it again, it wouldn't be for some time.

I had killed a woman that I hated. I had made passionate love to Mitch. We had spent four days running around the ocean on a yacht and we had been nude the whole time. Lucky had betrayed me and sold me as a sex slave. I had been disciplined and punished in some very painful ways. I had experienced every emotion that I could possibly think a woman could experience and now I was just supposed to accept that none of it was real.

"I don't think so, Lucky. Thanks for you hospitality, but I think I will spend the rest of my vacation just being a tourist."

"Lori, if you ever get the urge, I'm always here. Please stop in any time you like."

"Thanks, Lucky, but I don't think I'll be coming back here." I walked out the door and down the path to the front gate. I opened the gate and saw the cab waiting. I checked the driver and his ID carefully before getting in. The drive back to the hotel was uneventful.

When I got back to the room, Rachel was there, in bed with some guy she had snagged with her dental floss bikini on the beach. Rachel was on her back with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. I noticed that he had a very tight hard ass. She gave a yell when she saw me come in. I shut the door and waited outside laughing as I left. In a few minutes, the guy came stumbling out, somewhat embarrassed. I went in, chuckling to myself.

"I thought you were going to be gone the whole day!" said Rachel rather sternly.

"How long have I been gone?"

"You only left ninety minutes ago."

"Sorry, Rachel, someday I'll tell you what I did in those ninety minutes. I'm sorry about your boyfriend."

"It's okay, he wasn't that good in bed anyway." We looked at each other for a moment and then both began to laugh.

The rest of our vacation was uneventful. We saw El Moro Castle and lots of other sights of the island. Rachel got laid again later in the week. Personally, I had had enough. I took myself out for a nice dinner while Rachel and her boy toy used the room.

I thought quite a lot about Lucky and all that had happened. It was going to take me some time to sort everything out. I still had the slip of paper that Lucky gave me with his phone number on it. It was in my purse, in my wallet. I didn't know if I would be calling him again or not, but I wanted to leave the possibility open.

Who knows what will happen? I certainly don't.

©2004, Oralia Cruz