embrace of his transparent sandwich. Jason shuddered, wondering what
the man might intend to do with Flora, what sort of new ordeals he
would have to endure because of Mandy’s foolhardiness.
He wondered if she were still out shopping, oblivious to their fate, or
had she fallen prey to the mysterious stranger as well? For the
moment, there was nothing to do but wait, hoping that nothing untoward
had happened to his old and new lovers. He read the papers, knew what
sort of criminals existed in the world and, had he been religious, he
would have prayed that they were not about to become statistics.
After an interminable wait, with no further sign of the man, he
succumbed to extreme fatigue and fell asleep, despite his upright, taut
position.
When he awoke, it was to the sight of the mysterious stranger, still in
his tweed jacket, but without his mustache and beard! Eventuously,
Jason noticed that the man was incongruously wearing rubber surgeon’s
gloves.
Going around to Jason’s rear, the man gently removed the butt-plug
sensor from the embarassed young man, and removed the thick silicone
helmet from his head.
“Hello again,” the man said, when Jason could hear better. “I am Mr.
Dodds. As I explained to Flora, I am afraid I’m not here as your
rescuer, but rather as your new master. Tut! Tut!,” he said as Jason
made to speak out in denial, “I am afraid Mandy will not be in charge
for awhile, since I am taking over. I have known Miss Rafool for
years, and every so often I drop in and… stay for awhile. I gather
she wasn’t expecting me this time, but, c’est la vie!
Actually, you will find me a rather benevolent and fun-loving master,
but your master I shall be, whether you like it or not! Now, you can
have it easy, or you can have it hard, er so to speak. Either way, I
WILL get your cooperation, regardless of what means I have to use. How
shall it be?”
Jason had never been involved in bondage or SM organizations. He had
never heard of safe-words, or the importance of consensuality. But he
did realize that there was nothing he could do in his helpless
position. He decided to go along for now, then escape this mad-house
at the earliest opportunity.
Since Dodds seemed to have a penchant for formal speech, he smiled at
him and said, “Well, I suppose I have no choice, I’ll do whatever you
say.”
“An excellent attitude, we’ll get along just fine! Now, in case you
were entertaining any ideas about escape, you should know that although
I was forced to tranquilize Mandy’s pets earlier, they are now quite
awake and rather upset. I can’t recommend going outside the house.
Now, let’s get you out of there.” Perversely, he whistled as he
worked, and soon had Jason free and standing nude upon the tiles.
“Now, don’t be embarassed,” he commented, as Jason looked for something
to cover himself in. “I used to be a doctor, and you’re in fine shape-
you’ve nothing to be embarassed about. By the way, I don’t believe I
have your name? We may as well get acquainted.”
“Jason,” replied a rather bemused Jason, “Jason McCroft.”
Mr. Dodds beamed at him. “Jason. An adventurers’ name.” He pointed
to the doorway and said, “Well, lets go upstairs Jason, you look like
you could use a drink and some rest.” He chuckled. “You know, I think
Mandy gets more ingenious with every year- that silicone rubber
thingummy is really quite clever, I’d love to see Mandy in it. Of
course, she stole the idea for The Well from me. Has she put you in
there yet?”
“Uh, no. I’m not even sure what it is.”
…End of the part47. To be continued..