Here is the next installment of Lora's adventures. It picks up where the first chapter left off.
Nthusiastic, I tried to contact you about beta reading - if you are still interested, I would love to take you up on that offer. :) Also, Aandi from California, I received your message forwarded via Literotica. I'm not ignoring you - I tried to respond, but the email address provided bounced my reply.
To the anonymous complainer - None of my female characters will fall prey to a man just because he gives her an orgasm. My women are smarter and stronger than that, my men capable of actual character development. If you're looking for magical dick syndrome, you will need to find another writer. There are thousands of stories on the site in which the women fall for the men for no discernible reason other than he shoves his dick into her.
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On with the story:
Pain sparked bright lights in Lora's mind. Her body spasmed out of control. The threadbare carpet of the hotel lobby rushed up as her legs collapsed beneath her and she landed awkwardly on her backpack.
The hunchbacked form standing over her held a black stick aimed in her direction.
He'd... he'd
electrocuted
her. She ordered her body to obey. To form a fist. Kick out. Do
something
. Her arm lifted off the floor. Not the one she was looking at, but the other one. Still, she wanted to cheer as one of her limbs moved.
Lightning forked from the end of the black stick and struck her, making her body go haywire again.
Stars burst in her head, scrambling all her thoughts. Her arm fell, and she lay curled in a trembling ball at the man's feet.
With blurry vision, she watched the hunchback holster his cattle prod. What else could it be? Was he wearing a white lab coat? Maybe she was hallucinating. He moved around her. Rough hands pushed her into a sitting position, then hooked under her arms from behind and pulled her across the floor in fits and starts.
Her head lolled and bobbled on her neck as he lugged her up the staircase one step at a time. She didn't have time to be captured again! All at once, the fogginess and trembling disappeared. Thinking and movement returned, and she wrenched herself out of her captor's grip, rolling painfully down the stairs.
The hunchback darted after her, pulling that stun stick free. She rolled to her feet and dodged, aiming for the front door. Just as her hand landed on the knob, he pushed the stick against her back, sending electricity through her.
She collapsed on her front this time. Her chin thudded into the floor, adding to her pain. The jolt lasted longer this time, seeming to go on forever, until, mercifully, blackness took her.
When consciousness returned, he was still dragging her upstairs. How long had she been out? How many stairs were there in this place? He must be taking her up the tower.
Rather than fight, Lora threw back her head and screamed as loud as she could. Maybe she could attract others, and while the hunchback was using his damned cattle prod on someone else, that would be the opportunity she needed to escape.
"Stop it," the hunchback hissed. "Do you want to get us killed?"
"I'm entertaining thoughts of killing you." No one was coming. Why were there no psychos around when she needed one?
More lightning struck, her body bowing away from the press of that cattle prod.
She hadn't even fought him this time. So... not... fair...
He lifted the stun stick and pressed it to her neck. The pain returned — worse this time — and blackness took her.
Lora woke with a throbbing head, fuzzy mouth, and nauseous stomach — all without the benefit of having had a fun time and a lot of booze first. That sort of hangover felt different. Disoriented, she tried to sit up. Halfway, dizziness made her stomach change location to her throat and threaten to move out completely.
She fell back with a groan and tried to take stock of her situation. Her body hurt, like she'd run a marathon. Or taken a beating. But all her bits were accounted for, and she was in one piece. That was good.
Every muscle burned, shook with fine tremors, and ignored her commands to move. That was not good.
What happened to her?
She'd come looking for Eve. The haunted hotel. The vampire. Then what?
Blinking, she squinted at the water-stained ceiling like that would help focus her attention. The blobs changed shape as the light from the sconce high on the wall flickered.
Not helping with the queasiness.
The lobby. The names in the book.
Then pain and falling.
A hunchbacked man wearing a white coat looming over her.
Blackness fading in and out. Her body bumping up the stairs as the strange man dragged her.
Lora patted her hands over herself.
Still dressed. That was good.
Her fingers drifted over a cotton ball taped to the inside of her arm. Had they injected her with something, or taken blood from her? That was not good.
Not tied up. That was good.
She cast a bleary gaze around. A lumpy, musty, thin mattress on the floor in one corner of an otherwise empty room provided her bed. That was not good.
No windows. One door with a simple knob and keyhole.
Stone walls and floor.
She was a prisoner. No point in pretending this wasn't a dungeon.
That lock would be easy enough to pick if she had her things. Where was her backpack?
Almost painful tingling started in her fingers and toes, like her limbs had fallen asleep and were waking up. That was different than the tremors. Lora turned her head to look at her hand and told her fingers to move.
They twitched, as did her toes.
Control was coming back to her. She just had to hope it returned before her captor. And that she could get that stun gun thing away from him before he used it on her again.
Lora froze as footsteps echoed outside her cell. She wasn't near ready to fight again. Closing her eyes, she feigned sleep as a key rattled in the lock and the doorknob turned.
"This is disappointing, Igor," a man's conversational voice spoke in accented English.
He sounded Italian. Maybe German. Normally she had an ear for accents because of all her traveling, but her befuddled brain couldn't tell.
