Unexpected development

As I drove, my phone started to ring. Shit, who has my number? “H-Hello?” Man, I sounded scared. “Hey, Lucy. This is Sandra. I was supposed to take your picture, but it’s a trap. Dex sold you out to a rich asshole who was planning to keep you as a sex ****. The X-Change that you took is laced with roofies and it’s called Breeder. Guess, what it does?” I gasped. That fucking butthole! “So meet me at the address, I just texted you. Don’t be late.” “Thanks Sandra, I owe…” “You bet your sweet, round ass you do! And believe me, I will be collecting. But hurry or we’ll be fucked, literally!” I checked the text during traffic. Thankfully it’s close by. I turned left and found myself in a car park. A tall woman who resembled a bustier Elle MacPherson was waiting with a camera. Jesus, she’s hot. “Lucy?” I nodded. “Wow, you look like Ellen’s wife from Sirens, but super busty! Can’t wait to get to know you better.” I never wanted a woman to be LBQ more than now. “So I have a safe house. Since you don’t have a proper driver’s licence, I will drive us there. Just keep your panties on, I don’t want to get pulled over.” I agreed with her, of course. Sure, I was pretty defenceless with her in the driver’s seat, but I didn’t have much in the way of options. “So Lucy, how much cash you got?”

“Plenty.” I admitted. “Good. Dex will come after us for sure and we need to get away. And Breeder makes chicks super obedient. I could probably completely fuck you over if I wanted and not the way that I plan to fuck you.” My mouth went dry as I tried to process what she is saying. “After we get your ID, you will be Zara Stockman. And I will be Miranda Stockman, because posing as a married lesbian couple, we got the best chance of making it to Cuba, the super corrupt nation with no extradition treaty with the US. Play our cards right and we will be sunbathing in Havana in a cabana and lots of hot Cuban maids and cigars.” All I could do was nod, what she was saying, both made sense as well as got my new motor running. “You need to calm down. The Breeder is making you horny enough. After I take your ID, I will take out my strap. So just relax. We are here.”

It felt like I picked her up a minute ago. Now she is literally carrying me up the stairs of what looks like an abandoned apartment complex. “After COVID, everyone fucked off. Perfect place to hide. That asshole Dexter will never think to come here.” She opened the front door with her left, making me squeal as she pinched my butt with her right hand. She delicately put ne in the bed and took the camera from around her neck. She moved towards the door and set up some extra locks. “Strip and smile, Zara. After your ID is done, I am strapping you up.” I feel molten liquid both pooling and releasing from my core. My shorts and panties hit a chair, to be followed by top and bra. I stood straight on my knees, an innocent smile on my face as Sandra returned. “Good, keep that pose.” Several clicks were taken as my entrance leaked my arousal to the room. I had to fight hard to keep the need to flick my bean and nipples in check. In what felt like an age, she was done. “So….” she paused as I whimpered. “You want to talk and get to know each other better. Or should I get my strap?” Her face grinned broadly as she waited for my answer.