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.
