Note: This is part 2 of the series, and will seem improbable unless the first segment is digested.
1
Predictably, I accepted Za'ana's offer to fly to the Caribbean with her instead of a long road trip to Florida with the guys. My spring break would be spent at a warm beach, but not among the drunken crowds. I would be with this intriguing, multilingual beauty of Middle Eastern descent I fell for almost instantly playing her 'games' in Rodanthe. The stunning brunette's cheerful public persona kept her lustful need to control, humiliate and inflict pain hidden. Za'ana's dignified confidence masked her other bizarre cravings as well. Hopefully I was the sole keeper of her secrets. Fate had selected me, an average guy on the surface, as the one who could no longer deny his depraved masochistic pleasure in submitting to her twisted wishes.
I was already partially packed for a trip south anyway. We left as soon as she finished making flight and hotel reservations on my laptop.
"Rob," she said in that sexy voice and exotic accent, grinning at me as we walked out of my dorm room, "make sure to smack me on the ass when your friends are looking." I took her up on the offer twice, getting a kiss on the cheek each time before we reached the car.
I expected a mysterious secret government agent such as her to drive something like a turbo Audi, but she had a regular silver Chevy Tahoe. New York was our destination, to catch a late flight to warm Miami and beyond. The sun was bright but there were still patches of snow on the ground beneath the bare trees that covered the Pennsylvania mountains along I-80. I was so glad to see her, it was hard to contain my enthusiasm, and I probably talked too much. Techno-pop sung in one of her languages played softly on the stereo. Soon Za'ana brought up our escapades at the beach house.
"You know Robert, it's been six months since we've seen each other, and played our nasty game," she said, "We can't just pick up where we left off. I was under a lot of stress and in a moment of weakness, I said things...I meant every word, but you understand we are still playing the game, Rob, and this is not just a spring break hook up. Some rules have changed, but you still have to do as I say, okay?"
I agreed as I thought about the moment of weakness she was referring sentimentally to. It must have been the moment we nearly kissed. It was a classic, passionate, romance novel-esque moment, except our mouths were rife with the taste of vomit and excrement. My memories of those unforgettable weeks were interrupted when she spoke.
"We have to make a stop here," she announced as the SUV slowed and rolled onto a wide spot on the shoulder. We were in a remote, hilly area, where the highway passed through a forested state park. For a moment I thought maybe there was something wrong with the truck. "Time to start playing, you fucking pervert!" she said with a serious look. We exited the Chevy and hopped the guardrail, descending several yards down an embankment into the woods. "Take off your clothes! Everything, but put your shoes back on."
We were out of sight of the Interstate, but a blacktop secondary road was a couple hundred feet further down the hill. We were fairly conspicuous, since most of the trees were devoid of leaves. My bigger concern was the temperature, about fifty degrees. I assumed I would be whacking off for her any moment now as I stripped out of my clothes. The air felt even more frigid with each item I removed. Soon I was standing naked, shivering in front of Za'ana, who had her hands on her hips impatiently. I had been spending extra time in the gym working on my upper body, with the faint hope I would see her again, but didn't think this would be how she would first view the minimal results. She thankfully handed me my ski jacket back, although it only covered me from the hips upward. My soft dick, shriveled balls and white ass remained exposed. I gathered my arms around my chest and felt really stupid outdoors with just my Nikes, socks and jacket on. The noise of the constant parade of cars and trucks continued from uphill.
"Stop your fucking complaining," she said, even though I hadn't spoken. "It was this cold in my bedroom when I was a child. Here." She handed me a cell phone. "This has my number programmed into it. I stopped here on the way to your school. Across that road and up the hill, I put the panties I wore yesterday into a zipper bag and a grocery bag and tied them to a tree branch. I'm going to the next exit to get some breakfast. You call and tell me what color they are, and I'll come back and meet you here, and you will hold them to your nose and jerk your cock for me. Keep moving so you don't get chilled. In thirty minutes or so, if you haven't found them, I will come to get you, but I will take you back to your school and cancel your tickets. I'm starting to feel like we're strangers again and I'm not sure my coming to find you was such a good idea." she turned away coldly. "Thirty minutes, maybe twenty," she shouted over her shoulder, not turning around as she stepped back uphill toward her car with surprising agility, considering she was wearing high heels.
The next half hour was progressively one of the worst in my life as I cursed myself for my weakness, that I could not resist her and the risky behavior I had undertaken. I dashed across the secondary road, not twenty seconds later a dump truck rumbled past, and I ducked behind an evergreen tree. There was a shallow creek alongside the road, and the terrain sloped upward beyond. I jumped the creek and jogged uphill as fast as I could go, reasoning that I could survey the landscape better. The problem was that Za'ana was a distance runner and could have switched her shoes and placed the panties half a mile away. I looked for footprints in the remaining snow, but found none. I dashed around frantically, falling several times, out of breath, my bare legs chilled and scraped by branches. I found a few plastic grocery bags, but all were litter, filled with beer bottles or old fast food trash. I hid on a half dozen occasions as cars drove by. My dick and nuts had practically disappeared up into my body from the cold air.
I could not find the fucking panties. There was nothing tied to any tree limbs anywhere. I sat on a cold rock for a minute to rest. I decide to call her and plead for a hint or more time. I pulled out the cell she had given me and flipped it open. It wouldn't come on, no matter what button I pressed. My own phone was in my pants, which she took with her, not that I had the number anyway. I had been tricked, and couldn't even call someone to come get me before my toes and dick got frostbite. Here I was in the woods, cold winkie hanging out, and I had fucked up my spring break. My dorm ride to Florida had already left. No warm beaches with stripping drunk girls this year. My anger at Za'ana began to fester. I began to grow paranoid, wondering if she was never coming back, and this was some revenge she took for some task I didn't perform well enough. Maybe her badge was fake and she really was on the other side, and was going to video everything and blackmail me into some errand for her splinter cell. I came to my senses, remembering she had a dietary secret of her own, but still it would be difficult to prove if I ever had to. It had been close to a half hour, so I trotted down across the creek and road, avoiding passing cars and finding a leaf strewn area to sit down behind a stump near the guardrail. I wanted to scream and cry but did neither. I wasn't sure if she was serious about cancelling the trip or not. I decided to be nice enough to her to get me back my clothes and duffel bag. We had only passed a few exits, and I could hitchhike back to school. Suddenly a week at home watching TV didn't seem so bad. Maybe I could hang out with my little brother and pick up a girl at a high school party or the mall, as long as she was eighteen, I sarcastically thought to myself. I knew this whole damn reunion was too good to be true. After what seemed like an hour, but was probably ten minutes, the silver SUV returned. I was not going to quit, but try to bargain for more time. She emerged from the truck and stepped over the guardrail and stomped downhill.
"Well? Where are they?" she asked angrily.
I stood to face her, the wind chilling my legs once again. "I need more time." I said, hopping up and down slightly, teeth nearly chattering.
"No! You failed, you lazy bastard!" She stepped toward me. I noticed she had at least left her gun and badge in the Chevy, so I at least I wasn't going to be shot, not here anyway. "I give you one little thing to do and you sit here like a chicken because you don't care about pleasing me!"
"Za'ana, I tried! I looked all over that other slope. Go look at the fuckin' footprints in the snow! Look at these scrapes!" I pointed to my calves. "Give me ten more minutes!" I said, my frustration showing. "Are you sure this is were you left them?"
"You are
doubting
me and
