Gloria got up from her seat and beckoned Marc to follow with one perfectly-manicured figure. She walked--sauntered really--to the room containing her indoor spa, and he wondered if Gloria was trying to be actively seductive or if she'd just conditioned herself to naturally walk that way. He knew she tried to encapsulate perfection at all times. That might've impressed Marc had she not threatened to kill him less than a minute ago.
The spa room was only slightly smaller than the main room. Everyone used the word "spa" but in reality it was more of a pool. The air was hot and humid inside, the roof covered in a jungle canopy. Bright lights shined through the vegetation. The water didn't bubble but steam came off the surface.
Gloria sat on a nearby lounge chair with her back towards her new slave.
"Unzip me," she said.
Marc blinked. "I'm sorry?" he asked.
"The dress," she said coolly. "Un. Zip. Me."
Marc hurried to obey. Even sitting down she towered over him. He climbed up next to her on the chair and extended to his tiptoes. He was just barely able to grab the black zipper and pull down on it. The times the zipper stuck his heart stuck in his chest, fearing that he'd be blamed for anything that happened to her dress. He avoided staring at the skin he exposed, feeling terrified that merely looking at her was an offense worthy of being devoured. Eventually the zipper was all the way down and as soon as it was, the Glamor Gator stood and shrugged the dress off.
She was wearing a black bikini underneath which left very little to the imagination. Her golden underbelly was fully exposed. Marc couldn't help but wonder how many people just in his position had met their fates in that forgiving gut.
"You seem to be in good shape for a human," Gloria said.
Marc wasn't sure if she meant it as a compliment or just coldly stating a fact. Either way, politeness was probably the best course of action. "Thank you, Mistress," he said.
"Strip to your underwear."
"What?!"
"I don't enjoy repeating myself, Slave. If you're going to keep doing it, I may as well eat you now."
"No, no!" Marc said hurriedly. "I'll do whatever you say, Mistress! See?" He quickly began to strip as fast as he could. Gloria watched him. There was no emotion in those cold, reptilian eyes. Once he was in his underwear she nodded.
"I swim twice a day," she said. "An hour in the morning and an hour at night. And I never eat before I swim."
Marc looked at her awkwardly, not sure what exactly she wanted from him.
"I do my best swimming when sufficiently motivated," she said.
Marc gulped. He had a bad feeling about this. "How can I help motivate you, Mistress?"
"You ever hear about the carrot and the stick, Slave?" she asked.
"... Um..."
She sighed. "You're the carrot. I'm the stick."
Without warning she pushed him into the pool. Marc fell into the deep end and cried out as he hit the hot water. It was scalding. He flailed beneath the water for a second before breaking the surface and sputtering before his indifferent mistress.
"You can swim at least," Gloria nodded. "Good. If you couldn't, I would have to end this right now. Do you see those jets next to you?"
Marc turned and saw two large holes in the wall at the pool's end, underneath the water. When he looked back to his mistress, she was already doing that saunter walk of hers to the other end of the pool. There was a control panel just next to the steps leading to the shallow end. There was a dial that went to 10 and a red switch. She appraised Marc carefully then moved the dial to 5.
"Usually I swim at a 7. Unfortunately I'm still a bit sluggish from yesterday's match. This is good news for you since you're the rare slave who will have time to acclimatize to his new duties."
Marc looked terrified. He didn't feel like this was good news at all.
"As soon as I flip the switch, the jets will start shooting water out. You'll try to stay at those jets, and I'll keep a steady pace swimming behind you. If you don't swim fast enough, they'll blow you to the shallow... To me... You understand the consequences of that happening right?" She bared her teeth.
Marc nodded in fear.
"Good."
Without another word the Glamor Gator flipped the switch. The jets started shooting out water. Even though they were only turned up halfway, the current was faster than Marc expected. Gloria took a few steps in the pool. The hot water didn't bother her at all. Keeping her eyes locked on Marc, she opened her jaw wide and began swimming toward him. Marc yelped and began swimming as hard as he could, though the current was so harsh, he didn't move from the spot he started swimming in. Gloria, on the other hand, glided through the water almost lazily. When she was halfway through the pool she slowed down to swim at a consistent pace.
For Marc, the swimming was murder. He couldn't relent for even a moment or else he'd be swept into the waiting maw of his mistress. Yet there was an hour to go. Could he make it?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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