The Bridge Ch 29 Glorious Tropics

The Bridge - Chapter Twenty-Nine - Glorious Tropics

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Chapter 29 - Glorious Tropics

With the monitoring of Dieter Rose under control, I turned my attention to Gloria Tuttlehill. Still mourning her late master, but moving toward Rapper Malone, as his replacement, it was time for a nudge.

In the past month, since Makoo's passing, Gloria had decided against breastfeeding, but pumped for a couple of weeks. She took the shot to dry herself up and hired a wet-nurse to make sure little Bull got his best early nourishment. Rapper also put her on, and worked with her on, an exercise regimen that would tone her and help her to lose the remaining baby weight. That's when he and I met at my place to finalize our arrangement.

"Tell me, Rapper. What's done and what needs to be done? I'd like to put your plan in play well before swimming season so that Gloria and Harriet can be together on Harry's way to the top. Fill me in."

"Well, Miss Todd, the island is a small, isolated island in the Bahamas that used to belong to a cruise line that went bankrupt. Their creditors still hold the lease and we can rent it for a month with ease. I've already talked to the agent, and February is ours if we want it. I also have talked to a handful of agents who would be more than happy to go down and babysit us off shore."

"What else do you need to make this work?"

"For all intents and purposes I have been acting as her master since the baby was born. The most important thing I need is her cooperation, which I believe I have. I have yet to ask her, but I think she will be amenable to the plan. She's been pulling away from the baby already and if I can give her this month away, she will learn to crave time with him. She will also be incredibly attached to both you and I. Hopefully, that's not a problem for you."

"This whole venture of yours is fraught with problems. You will be very far away with few resources at your disposal. You'll be totally exposed to any and all dangers from pirates and dark forces of all kinds. And if, God forbid, a medical emergency occurred, that could be a big problem. One that I may have a very hard time forgiving."

"I assure you, ma'am, she will be in no more danger than sitting at home. Alec has agreed to lead the contingency of six men who will be stationed on a large yacht with a crew of six; a captain, a mate, an engineer, a cook, a CRNP/steward, and a boatswain's mate. And six badass security specialists loaded for bear. As soon as we have our date, that boat sales from the Jersey shore down the coast to the Bahamas. Then they will sail around the island, always keeping Mrs. Tuttlehill and I in their sights. We estimate it would take a crew of six on two of those inflatable boats about three minutes from ship to shore. I can hold anyone off for three minutes. But I think the whole security thing is overblown. She'll be fine. It's me she's got to worry about."

"I hope you say that in jest, Rapper, even though you shouldn't. Doesn't all this hubbub defeat the purpose of you two being alone?"

"Nope. They will be just over the horizon. They will be watching us, but we won't even be thinking about them. Out of sight, out of mind. And I'm not telling her about the offshore security detail. It adds another level of tension that will just make her juicy as hell. She lives for that kind of stuff, Miss Todd. She really does."

"You sure seem eager to get this thing going, Rapper. Are you excited about the opportunity?"

"I'll be excited to get it over with. Believe me, there is as much stress on me as there is on her. I've done this sort of thing. I don't need it. But she does. Better than all the shrinks in Philly. You'll see." And we did see. At least Rapper did, and he told me everything.

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After a stopover in Pensacola to refuel, Duane herded us back into the plane after giving us a brief chance to stretch our legs. Duane jumped back into the pilot's seat with Ronnie riding co-pilot of this Cessna Citation. Alec and Gloria, Rapper, Gert, his wife, and I all got comfortable in the back. Alec would meet with his team in the Bahamas while we dropped Rapper, Gert, and Gloria on the island. We took a seaplane, as Duane has experience with them. Especially ones like the old bucket of bolts we got to fly in. After the Cessna Citation, it was a trip. I was shakin' in my booties in this Cessna 185 sea plane. And Duane pulled right up on the beach and we unloaded the three islanders. We hugged and kissed and off we went.

The place was desolate. You could see the hulking remains of what used to be cabanas and huts and even a concrete structure that Rapper would prevent Gloria from visiting. They would pass it during their stay, but never stop in. The well-fed pond in the middle of the island provided fresh water for drinking and bathing. Although all provisions would be supplied to them by daily runs from the yacht to the far side of the island, including bottled water.

To Gloria, food would just appear. Basically, fruits, nuts and vegetables would provide the sustenance they would need to see them through the month in isolation. And all the exercise they would be doing. Not to mention all the fucking and beatings. Oh yeah, there will be plenty of that. Even with the wife around, Gloria will get her fill. But Rapper made her work for it. And when she returned home, she was quite different indeed.

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When everyone was home and settled in, Rapper visited my home and filled me in on the time period from February seventh to March sixth, 2056. As soon as we hit the island and left, he had the two women strip down to nothing. Then he sat down on a big rock in the middle of the beach and Gert shaved his head. She then sat down and he cut her blonde hair down to the bone and finished with a straight razor. As he cut the strands, he would toss them in the air and let the tropical breezes take them away. Like little angels flying through the air.

Next, it was Gloria's turn. But when he cut Gloria's long brown hair, he passed it off to Gert, carefully, and she wrapped it in plastic to preserve it for a potential wig should Gloria feel naked in the future without her long, flowing hair. In the future, of course. Then she put it into the trunk that held all their stuff so that the weather would not affect it.

Clothing would not be an option, as there would be none. Except for the speedos Rapper wore to hold his spectacular junk together and in order. Three bald people would venture forth to whip Gloria into shape. And I do mean whip.

Every day, Rapper would run the women around the island or until they could run no more. Then they would rest and afterwards swim around the island. Or, again, as far as they could swim. While running, he would run behind them and whip their asses if they didn't keep up the pace; and when they were swimming, he would berate and belittle them if they fell behind. He was cruel, but that's what subs want. It's what they need.

As far as sex was concerned, for the first three days, Rapper and Gert had plenty. Gloria had none. She was made to watch as the married couple made love not just as an act, but as a show. It drove poor Gloria crazy to watch this happen and each of the nights she cried herself to sleep. When he picked up on that, he would give her a morning beating that would tune her up in such a way as to keep her satisfied, in some sick way, until the sex came. And it did.

Gloria was straight. She had had sex with women and never expressed a desire to. On the fourth day, that all changed. That is when he commanded her to seduce his wife. And she did, as well as a straight woman could. "If you want a piece of me, first you satisfy Gert. Get to it, woman." And she did.

On the beach, she wrapped her arms around the equally bare Gert and put a lip lock on her and stuck her tongue down her throat like she was trying to mine for tonsils. Gert, being most familiar with the act of women loving women gave it right back and as tits met tits and bellies met bellies, they fell into it as if they had been together all their lives.

Gert took Gloria's hand and walked her to waist deep water and continued their frolicking. Fumbling fingers and racing hands brought each of the women to their first orgasm. Gloria's first since before the baby was born. She was amenable to the touch of a woman, and when they walked back on shore, she was more than receptive to Gert's advances when the woman dropped to her knees and latched onto Gloria's eager and hungry pussy. Gloria was hooked, as she had orgasm after orgasm. Then Rapper made it real. "Slave Gloria, eat pussy. NOW!" And she did.

Gloria dove in, as Gert lie prone on the beach. She worked hard to French kiss Gert's G-spot and flicked her clitoris with the tip of her tongue. Everything Gert did to her, she did back. And Gert reacted in kind by squirting an orgasm all over Gloria's face. All three got a kick out of that and they laughed as they ran into the ocean to clean up and swim around as much of the island as they could. It was refreshing, but exhausting. And Gloria was coming alive. From what she told me of the time on the island, that was the first time she felt a glow. It was when she knew she must accept Rapper as her new Master. But this was just the beginning.

On the seventh day on the island, they spent as much time making love and pounding each other's bodies as they could. Unknown to Gloria, this was a farewell feast of the flesh. That night Gert would walk into the jungle and be gone until the couple remaining would land in Philly. Gert would be picked up by a couple of agents in an inflatable boat on the far side of the island and taken to the airport in Nassau, and flown home. Gloria and Rapper would spend the next three weeks alone on the island.

Rapper took the job of greasing Gloria up with tanning lotion, as Gert had been doing, which set Gloria on fire every time. It invariably led to her trying to seduce him and getting punished for it. He made it known in no uncertain terms that he is to initiate any action between them. So, he pushed her harder on the runs and in the ocean. Then he gave her a gift. Not sex, magnificent natural beauty.

After a hundred years of doing everything in its power to destroy the oceans, mankind came close. Leaving the ocean coastlines of all major countries dead or dying. Although in the process of cleaning this up, it will be a long time before many of the coasts could sustain life.

It was way different in the far-off island chains, where conservation methods and cleanups had been the order of the day since the 2020s. The private abandoned island lies in pristine waters which made for some superior diving. The second week was when he taught her to snorkel. She, being the mother of Harry Tuttlehill, was an excellent swimmer. It is believed Harriet's skills came as much from her mother as from her past Olympian father. Nobody spent more time in and around the pool with Harriet than Gloria.

On the first day, not long after the first lesson, Gloria took to snorkeling like... a fish to water. The beauty and the wonders of the sea embraced her, and she fell in love with nature in a whole new way. Philanthropic by nature, Gloria would take up the mantel of preservation of our coastlines. And she had the money to back her up. But that's another story for another time.

The second day of snorkeling, they spent the whole day and into the night swimming around the entire island at a slow and leisurely pace. The sea life, both flora and fauna, entranced Gloria and she begged Rapper to do it again. And they would. Many times, before their time on the island was done.

Being too tired to even spread her legs, Gloria went down on Rapper, took his big black cock in her mouth and satisfied him that way. In the morning, before he lathered her up with lotion, he would return the favor.

For that three weeks they saw no one and spent the days swimming, snorkeling, running and fucking. Every morning, they would go to the same spot on the far side of the island from where they were camped out and pick up the sustenance that was left for them. Between the massive amounts of exercise and the healthy but paltry diet, Gloria lost most of her baby weight and was looking toned and firm. Not to mention tanned to the max.

Every day, Gloria became more and more comfortable having her tattooed body exposed, not just to the elements, but, in her mind, to the world. Her hair was just growing in and her scalp itched something terrible. But she couldn't scratch it because if she did, Rapper would punish her with a beating or making her do floor exercises. One day, he even cuffed her hands behind her for several hours so she could not scratch. It drove her crazy.

And so it went. For the full thirty days they swam and ran and snorkeled and made passionate and wild love. And he would beat her regularly as he felt she needed. She fell into this paradigm so deeply that when it was time for us to pick them up she cried and cried. When we picked them and Alec up in the sea plane despite looking tan and lovely in her yellow bikini, her smile was weak. As we took off for Nassau, Gloria's face was glued to the window as she watched the island disappear behind us. She did not even appear aware that she was fully exposed and the tattoos on her now tanned skin were on full display. If so, she did not seem to care.

Rapper did what he said he would. Gloria was totally compliant and under his control. While on the island, he and Gloria talked at length about handling the Master/slave relationship at home. How she could be the mistress in public and the slave in private. And how to explain the relationship to the girls? Now that would be a tricky one. Especially with Harriet in the process of discovering her sexuality at eighteen, and Kimmie being so young.

In Nassau, before we took off for home, Alec, Gloria, Rapper, Duane, and I had dinner at one of the Bahamas' premier dining establishments. Gloria ate light, but she ate things she hadn't had in a long time. Rapper had a steak. He looked thinner than usual and would be taking the next week off to spend time with Gert and readjust to living in the real world. His one-month fantasy was over. But he was very glad about that.

"You ask me if I enjoyed that month and I tell you it was a lot of work. I loved spending the time with Gloria alone, but I think I lost fifteen pounds doing it. I'll be very glad to get back to my eyes doing the work instead of beating up my body so."

But he looked super fit and trim and as handsome as ever. And darker. He thought the mission was a grand success and asked if it earned him a spot on the 'A' team.

"You were on my list before this month away. We'll see where you fit in while we plan our next missions and see if the team feels the same way about you as you do about them."

I knew Rapper was right about this mission the minute Gloria walked off the plane in Philly, dressed in short shorts and a halter top and virtually no hair, into the arms of her family. No, her tattoos hadn't disappeared, but her perception of them had been altered radically. She accepted them as part of her written history and proceeded through life with no excuses. "Fuck it!" she said. "The money brought me freedom, but Rapper brought me true freedom." Apparently, he did.

When our meeting was done, Rapper went to spend the balance of the week with Gert, and I called Gloria. She was at the pool watching Harriet practice her backstroke.

"Hannah, I'm still coming down from my month away. It changed my life, girlfriend. That Rapper. I haven't seen him for three days and I'm jonesing over here. It is the sweet sorrow of my life. But sweet it is. I don't know how to thank you for bringing him into my life."

"And Makoo? Your shit ass Master M?"

"Fuck him. He died too easy. I can't believe how he got over on Alvin and I. The awful things you hear about him on the news only bear out what you have told me about him. Biggest mistake of my life. But it has given me a mission. I'm hoping you and my Royce people can help me with."

"And what is that, my Glorious one?"

"I'm going to find the girls and women he has harmed and make them whole. I can afford it and with your help, I'll do it."

"Sounds ambitious, Glor. There will be lots of work and a fair amount of heartache. I see it in Recovery all the time. Les and Peggy spend a fair amount of time in tears both because of the result of the work they do and the failures they sometimes encounter. It takes a strong heart and lots of guts. And then there is Harry you have to run herd over..."

"I'll do it, Hann. I have resources, I'll hire people and just run herd like you do over your brood and your companies. Your life is much more complex than mine is right now. All I have to do is manage my money and give some minor input to the company we still own. Other than Harry, my life is too easy now. It's time for me to step up and do something for my fellow man. Or woman in this case."

"Well, my dear, you have my one hundred percent support. I'll see if someone from Recovery can help you get started. Sounds like a job for McKelly. Right up her alley. She is great at lighting the fuse."

"Then we'll start with Les. I really like her. She's a real go getter."

"Call McKelly."

"McKelly, how can I help, boss?"

"Les, Gloria Tuttlehill has a project she wants to get started and I think you and Holly working together can give her a real jump start."

"Like I don't have enough to do. I need at least two more people myself. If I don't take some heat off of Olszewski, she's gonna blow a fuse."

"Hang in there Les. I'll get Lizzie on it. You'll have your people. Just give me a day to start. Can you be up here in Chester County for a day or two?"

"Sure, boss, I got nothing but time." She said in her most sarcastic tone of voice.

"Okay, calm down. I'll talk to Avi and make sure he is present while I've got you."

"However you want to play it boss, but I've got two girls coming in from Romania and Slovakia and I need a strong decision maker handy for that exchange. Avi will do. But you have got to have him in play before I can come up. If the girls get out before then it's not a problem. Until the next crisis."

"Noted. I'll call Avi and get him on board."

"He's right here, calming Peggy down. Want to talk to him?"

"Absolutely. Have him go into his office and call me on my supercell. I'll be waiting."