Who was the imposter? A ‘close’ friend of bisexual Betty Sue; now on the loose; armed, angry and extremely dangerous as a rogue (once) member of the ‘family.’
The imposter had carefully but successfully infiltrated the hospital and intensive care environment, surprisingly through the open rear of the hospital kitchens, grabbing a domestic’s tunic hanging out to dry, inside was the pass card, foolishly pinned to the breast pocket still. The faded photo only helped the cause. Once in the corridor, donning a flat cap left lying on a bench, she made her way, following the signs and a hospital brochure from a stand outside the restaurant, quickly up to the intensive care wing. The ice she’d shot up in the toilet, past the restaurant, was quickly starting to kick in. The strength of 100 warriors was coming to her aid. She must focus. She had very attractive, though slightly masculine features and went just that morning, after arriving on the euro tunnel train into London, to the first barber she saw, to have her already short auburn hair sheared right down from her recent bowl style, her alternative lover had cut and enjoyed so much.
She’d seriously considered a short mohawk for this job, but the elderly barber quickly talked her out of it as he neatly shaved it away and left her with a number one on top tapering to nothing around the back and sides. It was her that requested he cut in the side part after seeing it on a wall poster above the mirrors. Now, she looked more masculine as she requested he spray some of the men’s cologne onto her neck. She looked nothing like her usual self; she’d also requested he clipper her shaped eyebrows to a half, almost obliterating them. Removing any trace of make up after leaving the salon, she caught the underground to Whitechapel, headed down an alley way on the side of the hospital and blended in to the murkiness she was so accustomed to. She had been sent on a mission by Luyu (aka Betty Sue), to eliminate a threat, lying in intensive care trauma section, private cubicle A.
Her name was Angie Whitburn and she’d been a prostitute for 10 years in East London but moved to Switzerland, when one of her favourite pimps said he was moving there and wanted her to join him, but to be prepared to play ‘both sides’ for much more money. And, indeed much more money she did earn, as she was put on to various different influential contacts within the Gay and Lesbian community, finally meeting a visiting American client with ‘interesting tastes and desires’ (quite beyond the bizarre) but it turned her on like never before.
The client introduced herself as Luyu, a Native American Indian; jet black hair, with slight silver highlights, cut in an amazing asymmetric pixie cut, which Angie couldn’t take her eyes off, because not only was it expertly cut but the much shorter, left side, had a fascinating floral hair tattoo carved into it. She felt warmth rising in her, just to look at this woman, with an excellent athletic body. Luyu opened a small bag and withdrew a tiny red G string which she ordered Angie to go into the large hotel suite bathroom and put on and to cast off all her other clothes onto the floor. Entering behind her, with a small bag, Luyu kicked them aside. Pulling forward a basic armchair, she said “Sit.”
Angie obediently sat, opening her mouth to say, “I really love your hairdo.” Luyu just grunted and started to tie her arms to the chair arms and her legs to the chair legs using thick 2cm wide ribbon. Angie really couldn’t move.
Next, she went into the bag and produced a set of small silver balls on a string and pulled aside the G string and started feeding them up, via Angie’s open legs through the clitoris into her vagina, initially a little uncomfortable, but she very soon adjusted to the feel. A further foray into the bag bought out another metal implement. “Open your mouth wide” she was told, as Luyu grabbed her jaws and put pressure in a certain area, that Angie couldn’t help but, open her mouth. Firstly, a little dot was placed under her tongue and the implement, a mouth gag, neatly fitted in and with some quick adjustment, her mouth was held wide open. She tried to verbally protest but just garbled low noises emitted. Any screams or other noises she wanted to make, she realised quickly, would be futile, but the ‘dot’ was beginning to take effect; she started tripping ever so slightly. Disappearing for a few seconds into the room, suddenly Luyu returned; Native American music, with chanting, started coming through the bathroom speakers sending Angie on an oh so pleasant journey.
Pulling out her left nipple, she felt a sharp sting as it was pierced, and a ring passed through, the same with the right. A medium fine chain was attached (with a large O ring in the centre) to join them. Then her eyes were shut, and pads taped over them. Suddenly a sharp sting and her lower nose and upper lip felt numb as her middle lower nose was pierced, and a ring passed through there also. She felt a similar chain being attached from that, to the O ring on the chain between her nipples, this was starting to really excite her.
Nothing for a moment as she was aware of Luyu going into the bag again. When she least expected it, her long hair in a ponytail was grabbed and hacked off, close into the nape of her neck…. “W T F” she was screaming in her mind, that had taken a few years to grow and was her pride and crowning glory, the one thing she really looked after and cherished and made the men attracted to her; gone in seconds. She felt her remaining hair being gathered and sectioned on to the top of her head. Within minutes, she heard the buzzing of clippers. She was totally powerless and as they went up the back of her neck, several times exposing her neck to the cool, conditioned air, she exploded uncontrollably, in the very tight G string. In all her years as an adult, especially as a pro, she’d never felt turned on like this, never experienced any such feelings. The cutting continued, buzzing around the sides, letting down the top hair, combing and shearing with scissors, comb and razor until it was finished. Luyu uncovered Angie’s eyes to behold a whole new person which she LOVED as with her new ‘Master’.
Her auburn hair was in a short bowl cut with near shaved back and sides. Her bangs (fringe) had been cut quite high and serrated. The ‘Squaw’ then removed the gag and told her to keep quiet and still, as she proceeded to carve a different hair tattoo into the sides and back, then went on to trim and shape her once thick eyebrows, (considered sexy amongst some), and do astounding make up, transmogrifying Angie, to a whole new person. With now lush red lips like Luyu. Her mouth was made to open, again as Luyu thrust a hungry tongue deep into Angie’s mouth whilst rubbing up and down on her, still tied in the arm chair and running her hand up and down Angie’s nape, causing multiple orgasms for both. Once finished, Luyu placed a further small dot on to Angie’s tongue which, within moments, had her transported to another plain. As she was shown the mirror, the tattoo read “I LOVE LUYU” in white scalp against the auburn fuzz that started above the left ear proceeding around the occipital region, to above the right ear.
“You are now mine and you will do whatever I tell you, do you hear me?”
A timid nod from a once proud prostitute; a ‘convert to the cause.’