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CHAPTER NINETEEN - The Switch

Next morning, after breakfast, and back in our hotel room, I explained to Sandy all that went on the night before. I told her everything. Naturally she was absolutely delighted to hear that I'd found Judy Jones. In fact I've never seen her bubbling over with so much joy and excitement. I guess she was really pleased for me.
I turned serious and discussed my escape plans with her. I knew that I was asking Sandy to do something highly risky for me, and she wasn't obliged to go ahead with it, so I left it entirely up to her.
Anyway, I'm pleased to say she accepted. She told me it sounded like a bit of fun. I assured her it wasn't.
After that we had until eight o'clock that evening before we could do anything about it, so, for the rest of the day we discovered Barcelona, and I must tell you it is a gorgeous city. We walked around the noisy streets hand in hand. Barcelona's Gothic Cathedral is breath taking, but then, so is the rest of the city. I don't want to sound like a travelogue but it's well worth a visit if you're ever in this part of the world.
My main reason for the walk however was to track down the 'El Calabozo' club during daylight. I was actually interested in the layout of the streets locally. If my little plan failed, then a little bit of local knowledge would go a long way in assisting my rapid departure.
I was also interested in finding out the location of the British Consulate. I wanted someplace to head for if I ever needed help. A place of sanctuary if you like.
With the help of a street map purchased from a little tourist trinket shop I managed to track down both sites. It was just a little groundwork, but I considered it well worth doing.
One final thing to mention here. I also made a deliberate purchase from a corner pet shop. I bought a dog collar and leash.
Afterwards we found a nice, comfortable little restaurant down a narrow side street and popped in for a meal. After that we walked the beaches. It was a warm day in April and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Walking hand in hand we must have looked like a couple on honeymoon.
As eight o'clock came around we were ready. Sandy changed in the back of my car so as not to attract attention as we walked out of our hotel. Having done my homework earlier in the day I knew where to go. I drove to a multi-storey car park quite close to the 'El Calabozo' club.
I looked to the back seat. Sandy was finishing off by putting on her piggy mask.
"Ready?" I asked as she made her final adjustments
Sandy, as you've probably already guessed by now, was dressed in that ridiculous rubber outfit she'd insisted on bringing with her from that hotel in the Pyrenees.
She spoke to me as if talking into a tin can.
"I'm ready Woody, except for the padlock behind my neck," she echoed from within the rubber hood.
I decided it best to leave the padlock out of this. I'd had enough trouble with the damn thing once before, and I didn't want anything to upset my plans for the evening.
"We'll give the key a miss tonight," I told her.
We got out of the car and I attached the collar and leash to Sandy's neck. We were ready to march down the street to the club.
On the way, which wasn't very far, I smiled politely at anyone who gave us a stare. I marched in front with Sandy trailing on the leash. She was entirely kitted out in her rubber suit. The only parts of her body visible were her eyes through those two big circles of glass, and of course two very erect and protruding nipples through the holes in her body suit.
I arrived at the 'El Calabozo' club to find the same two gorillas guarding the door.
I smiled politely.
"Me member now," I told them as if acting the part of Tarzan. "me come in… have good time… yes?"
They nodded their heads and said something to me in Spanish. For a few seconds I tried to translate whatever was said into English. But having got nowhere, I just smiled and led Sandy away through the second set of double doors. There were no obvious objections from the gorillas and we continued along into the bar.
The room was half empty and still filling up. With Sandy still trailing on the leash I walked up to bar and ordered a large 'San Miguel' beer. It was cool and pleasant and I told Sandy just how much I was enjoying it.
She mumbled something inside her hood. Something about having a drink herself. I shook my head.
"Sorry darling, but you'll only be wanting a wee, and I can't be having that until the time comes. You just remain in that suit until then," I told her.
For a while the snout on the mask echoed to a rather irate and mumbling voice. I ignored the muffled protest.
I supped my beer lovingly to annoy her further and looked about the room. I wasn't expecting it, but as I looked around, Carlos appeared through a door over in the far corner of the room.
"Quickly, get down on your knees… look submissive," I hissed quietly to Sandy.
She knelt down and bowed her head. I held her with the leash in one hand as if having a dog by my side.
Carlos came up to me and we shook hands.
"So you come again Dave!… You like it here?" he asked.
I nodded my head.
"I like it very much here," I answered.
Carlos looked to the rubber suited slave knelt at my feet.
"You bring own girl this time… yes?" he said.
I gave a little tug to the leash and Sandy raised up her head in response.
"Yes, me bring own girl," I told him in my best broken English.
Carlos gave a big broad grin.
"You go downstairs… you have good time then," he told me.
I was intending to go down below anyway, but all in my own good time. Before leaving the building the previous night I'd paid the basement a quick visit in order to get a feel for the layout and see for myself the sort of things that went on down there.
After discussing my plan with Judy the night before, it was all part of my strategy to get her out of here. I'd come to the bar first in order to be noticed and generally recognised as the man with a 'piggy' looking slave in tow. I wanted us to look like a dedicated sub/dom couple, and hopefully, once the initial interest in my slave had passed, I'd not be getting many second glances.
"I go downstairs after drink," I told Carlos in broken English and holding up my half filled glass of beer.
He patted me on the shoulder.
"I see you later perhaps?" he said.
I nodded my head.
"Perhaps," I answered.
In reality I hoped, 'perhaps not'. But I didn't think it mattered too much either way.
Carlos then drifted off to speak to someone over on the other side of the room.
I knocked back my drink and gave a tug at the leash. Perhaps a little too harshly, for I heard Sandy grunt within the mask.
"Come on slave, Master's taking you for walkies downstairs," I told her.
Sandy stood up and followed me out of the room. Seeing she was attached by a leash to the collar about her neck, she had very little choice in the matter anyhow.
With Sandy in tow I went back out of the double doors to the bar and turned to go down the stairs. For a brief moment I stopped. Through the glass panels in the second set of doors that led to the entrance, I gave a little wave to the two gorillas out there on sentry duty, and you know what? One of them actually waved back. I smiled and gave another little wave. Recognition was all part of my overall plan, and it actually looked like I was getting somewhere.
I gave Sandy another tug to the collar and we set off down the stairs. Once more I got another grunt to suggest that I was possibly taking our newly established sub/dom relationship a bit too far.
At the bottom of the stairs were another set of double doors. I led my pig through. We stopped almost immediately. I had to wait whilst my eyes adjusted to the dark. The place was entirely lit by that weird sort of ultraviolet lighting that made your false teeth and shirt collars glow. Gradually I got to seeing things. I think we were early because there were only a few couples down here and using the facilities.
The place I would loosely describe as a dungeon. It had the frames and equipment to justify that description, but it all looked a bit too chaotic and disorganised to me. It seemed that the cluttered centre had driven all the participants away to ply their trade against the surrounding walls. At least that was where most of the action appeared to be taking place. I counted four girls chained in various places to the perimeter the walls, and all seemingly with their male dominant partners trying to make the most of the situation. There was a little intermittent groaning going on, mainly from one girl right at the back. This was broken occasionally by the crack of a whip away in another corner, but generally the room remained silent.
At the centre of the room stood a wooden frame. It was in the shape of a cube; the sides being about ten feet square. One couple had managed to negotiate the assault course and made it safely to the centre. A girl was strapped spreadeagled to one side of the cube and facing inwards. She was naked. A man at the very centre of the cube appeared to be playing with something in his hands. As my eyes got more accustomed to the light, I could see that he was putting batteries into a vibrator; or at least trying to. I saw objects dropped twice, I heard dull thuds against the floor, and on each occasion followed by a few choice swear words.
The thing was, I understood the swearing. The few choice words were in English. Fuck and bastard being the principal culprits. Though by the accent and the use of the word 'cruck',  I could tell immediately that he was not from the British Isles.
I gave Sandy another little tug on the leash. This time not enough to annoy her.
"Come on slave, we're going to the middle," I told her.
After a couple of trips and stumbles over some wooden objects, and a few choice words of our own, we arrived intact at the centre.
The man saw us coming and looked up.
"Mind if I join you?" I asked him.
The man stared at my rubber suited slave for a moment before answering. I think I used the same few seconds to study his girl spreadeagled across one side of the frame. She had a big red ball-gag in her mouth and a blindfold across her eyes, so I had no way of telling which part of the world she was from.
"No, carry on sport,… be my guest," the man told me.
Immediately I knew that my assumptions were correct. From the man's accent he could only be from Australia. He also had a rucksack at his feet with a kangaroo printed on it which sort of gave the game away.
"All right if I use the frame opposite?" I asked.
The man nodded his head.
"That's fine by me sport… no problem," he said, then added: "You're English aren't you?… Where you from sport?"
I nodded my head.
"Birmingham," I told him.
I don't think the man knew where Birmingham was, but he didn't harp on it.
"Sydney,… Australia," he answered. "We're here on a little world tour."
The Aussie went to put out a hand, then realised that both hands were full with vibrator parts and batteries so we did not shake. I noticed that he actually held two vibrators and a whole stack of batteries. The trouble was, nothing appeared to be working. I'm not sure he had the right batteries for the job.
I'd actually come well prepared. I had Sandy's squirmy-rooter, along with a set of handcuffs in my pocket, and I thought about letting him have use of the vibrator, but I thought better of it. Instead I just smiled and walked away to the opposite side of the frame.
My eyes were fully accustomed to the darkness by now and I tried to weigh up the fixing points to the frame. Basically there were just several strategically placed large hooks screwed to the inside of the framework. I only had one set of handcuffs on me, so that limited my scope for action somewhat.
I looked over my shoulder to see that my Aussie friend had used ropes to secure his girl to the frame. I looked around for the source of the supply but could see nothing remotely resembling ropes.
I turned to the Australian.
"Where did you get the ropes?" I asked.
The man had taken to squatting on the floor. He looked up to me. He was still trying to make one of his vibrators work.
"I used my own sport," he informed me.
I extracted the handcuffs from my jacket pocket.
"I've only brought these," I told him.
The Aussie put down the vibrator and started to rummage around in his rucksack. The kangaroo on the side glowed in the eerie light, and so did the white ropes he pulled out from inside. He counted out four lengths then tossed them to me. Each rope was about three feet in length.
"You can use these sport," he told me as they flew through the air.
I caught them.
I was beginning to like this fellow so I took the squirmy-rooter out of my other pocket and held it aloft for him to see.
"You can use this if you like," I told him.
The man looked up and smiled. At the same time he gave the end of his own vibrator a little turn and it buzzed into life.
"Why thanks sport, but it looks like I've got one of my own going," he told me as he rose to his feet.
I put my own vibrator back in my pocket.
"Well it's here if you want it," I told him.
"Thanks anyway sport for the offer," the man said, then turned away to concentrate on the naked and spreadeagled girl roped to the other side of the frame.
I separated out the four ropes and turned to Sandy. I touched my nose against the snout of her mask and looked through the big glass circles into her eyes.
"Well Miss Piggy it's tie you up time," I told her with a smirk.
I got a definite piggy grunt back.
After that, and with seemingly little argument, Sandy took a pace back to stand between the two upright wooden beams that formed one side of the cube. She then spread her legs and held out her arms. I started by tying ropes to each wrist. I then attached the ends to hooks set near to the top corners of the square sided frame. I then stooped low to concentrate on the feet. I tied the remaining two ropes about Sandy's ankles, then, after making her stretch her legs a whole lot wider, I attached the ends to two more hooks positioned close to the base of the frame.
When I'd finished I looked about me. Both Sandy and the other girl were tied spreadeagled to the frame and facing each other across the cube. It seemed that my Aussie friend was making full use of the vibrator whilst the batteries still had some life in them. He was working it in and out of her fanny like nobody's business.
I looked to my watch. The time was approaching nine o'clock. I had about ten minutes to kill. Then hopefully Judy would be in her set position as arranged, and the action could begin. For the next ten minutes I decided to do the same as the guy opposite. It seemed like a good way of passing the time away.
The zip to Sandy's rubber suit went all the way down the back, under the crotch, then up the front to a point just above her mound. There were two of those puller things that could be zipped either way. One was at the nape of the neck, the other at the front. I ran the front zip down and between her legs. Then through the gap I'd created I inserted a finger to locate the entrance to her fanny. From the moist contact I could sense that she was ready for a little bit of fun.
I got the squirmy-rooter out of my pocket and switched it on. There were numerous controls, but to begin with I only set the vibrations going. The beast immediately buzzed into life and making twice as much noise as the one opposite. To start with I touched Sandy's nipples lightly and let the vibrations do the rest. Her nipples were already erect, but I could see them harden and intensify as I moved the tip around gently in little playful circles.
I was about to move the vibrator down to the business end when the Aussie called across the frame to me.
"Hey sport, why don't we swap for minute or two?" he suggested.
I turned to look in his direction. We were both stood there, facing each other across the centre of the cube frame and holding buzzing vibrators in our hands. I looked to his naked partner tied spreadeagled to the frame, and thought, why not?
"Sure, just for a few minutes then," I answered him.
We crossed over in the centre, walking with vibrators held out before us like swords in our hands.
"You're a great sport mate," the Aussie told me as we passed.
"What's your girl's name?" I asked.
"Jenny," he replied.
"Mine's Sandy," I told him.
"My name's Bruce by the way, what's yours?" he added.
"Dave," I told him.
It sounded wrong, but I had very little choice but to lie.
"Be quick, one orgasm each, then it's back to our partners," I told him as I reached my final destination.
I didn't want this to take too long. Sandy had an appointment to make at nine o'clock.
I turned to see the man smiling.
"Sure thing sport,.. one orgasm,… that's all," he agreed then turned to concentrate his efforts on Sandy.
I called one final thing.
"By the way, her safe word is mercy," I told him.
Bruce turned to me and grinned.
"Mine doesn't say anything sport… she usually takes everything going without too much of a grumble," he explained.
I wondered if that was wise, but I wasn't intent on doing anything stupid, so what did it matter?
I turned to face my girl and looked her up and down. She was physically big with exceedingly large breasts. I wondered if she was an Australian like her partner? But then I thought again: Her nationality bore no relevance to the proceedings, so why bother?
I turned my head to check on Sandy one final time. I could see that Bruce already had his own vibrator well and truly embedded between her legs and moving it in and out at a rate of knots. There was no subtleties about him. He was basically a high speed cut and thrust merchant. At this point I realised that I had some catching up to do. Suddenly this had become some sort of contest to see who could get their girl to orgasm first.
I ran my finger across Jenny's slit, just to test the water so to speak. If anything she was wetter than Sandy. I moved my vibrator into position, held the tip gently to her opening and let it slide in. With the business end of the buzzing contraption now completely swallowed up, I flicked the other controls and set everything to maximum. Now all I had to do was hold it there and let the vibrator do the rest.
With my hand held flat against the end of the vibrator, and adding a little upward pressure to the proceedings, I could feel the power of the strokes combined with the continuous swirling of the humming head against the inner walls of her cavity.
I cocked an ear. Sandy was making snorting noises into her mask. I feared for a moment that I was about to lose this contest, but at that point my own girl started to respond to the work out. Through the corners of her mouth, and to either side of the ball-gag, she began to suck and blow heavily. I could see that my treatment was working and I responded by pushing the vibrator inwards and upwards even harder.
I turned my head so that I was listening both to Sandy with one ear, and my own girl with the other. Both girls were under pressure and seemingly about to climax. I wondered who was going to win? Me or Bruce?
In the end I think it was a draw. Jenny shuddered and shook the frame as the orgasm rocketed through her body. Likewise, over on the other side, the woodwork began to creak and groan, and I could hear Sandy gasping heavily into her piggy mask.
For a little while longer I held the vibrator in position, then one by one I switched off the controls. First the rooter, then the squirmer, and lastly the buzzer. I then let the vibrator slip slowly out from her cavity.
I looked across to Bruce. He was grinning all over his face.
"You've got a good 'un here sport," he told me.
I nodded my head. I couldn't have agreed more. Sandy was something special.
"And so have you," I told him.
We swapped back places.
"Thanks sport," he said as we passed each other at the centre.
On this occasion it was noticeable that our vibrators were silent and held with limp wrists.
"My pleasure too," I told him.
I looked to my watch. It was nine o'clock and time to put my plan into action.
I put my nose to Sandy's snout and looked her in the eyes.
"It's time for that desperate wee we talked about," I whispered.
I stepped back a little and Sandy started to speak loudly into her echoing  snout.
She was saying repeatedly, and with a touch of earnest to the message: "Mercy… mercy… I need to go to the loo… untie me quickly… mercy… mercy."
I turned my head to Bruce. I was hoping the mercy bit was getting across to him. I think it was. He was looking my way and wondering what all the commotion was about.
I shrugged my shoulders
"She wants to go for a wee," I said with a touch of hopelessness to my voice. "She only went just before we came down here."
Bruce nodded his head as if in sympathy.
"Mine does the same sport… all the time… especially when I'm driving… it's stop… stop… stop… every twenty minutes," he told me and sounding equally forlorn.
I understood his sentiments exactly.
Not wanting to waste anymore time, I set about untying Sandy's ropes. All the time I was doing this, she continued to send out her 'mercy, get me out of here quickly' message.
As acting goes Sandy was good, but I think she was pushing the role playing part a little too far. Anyway, I speeded up with the untying of the knots in response to her desperate calls, and within no time at all I had her released from her bonds.
Grabbing hold of the leash which dangled from the collar about Sandy's neck I gave a sharp tug and began to walk quickly away. Sandy squealed a protest, but didn't care.
As I passed Bruce I tossed his four ropes back to him.
"Thanks," I said simply.
"My pleasure sport," answered the Australian as he caught the ropes.
After that nothing more was said. I was more concerned in navigating myself and Sandy around all the obstacles.
We made it safely to the door and scaled the stairs. At the top I led Sandy as far as the ladies toilets and dropped her leash.
"Go on in then, and be quick about it," I told her in my sternest voice.
And with that Sandy turned and disappeared through the door.
Now I can't tell you exactly what happened inside, because, quite obviously, I wasn't in there, but what I can tell you is the agreed plan.
Some few minutes before nine o'clock, Judy was to enter the toilets and move to one of the traps.
Judy had explained that, on this particular night every week without fail, she had a regular client who joined her at eight o'clock, then as regular as clockwork he always left to catch a train at a few minutes to nine o'clock. There would be a taxi waiting outside to take him to the station. She always accompanied him as far as the door and kissed him goodbye. Then sometimes, but not always, she popped into the ladies before going back up stairs. On this occasion it was agreed that this most definitely would happen. She would also be carrying a large red shoulder bag with her.
She would put the large red handbag to the base of the door so that it could be seen under the gap from the outside. This was to be Sandy's signal. She was to knock three times on the door, and Judy would respond with three knocks of her own.
If the coast was clear, then Sandy would enter, and once inside they would exchange outfits. Judy was to pack some clothes for Sandy, thus the reason for that large red bag. The clothes were not to be too garish or showy. Judy agreed that she could find something suitable.
After getting kitted up in the rubber outfit, Judy was to leave, and Sandy was to remain behind. I would be outside waiting. Judy was then to complain of a bad stomach ache and insist on being taken back to the hotel. I just hoped that Judy was as good an actress as Sandy had turned out to be.
Now back to me I suppose and the rest of this tale.
I was waiting, as you might expect, outside the ladies toilets, when the door opened and out walked my Miss Piggy.
Now one of the reasons we could get away with this was because both Judy and Sandy were of almost equal height and stature. I looked to the rubber clad figure and immediately I could tell that it was Judy. Strangely I could tell this by her nipples. These were much redder, almost cherry pink, and a lot flatter, where as, on the other hand, Sandy's were more brownish in colour and were far more erect and pointed. I just hoped that nobody else would notice the difference.
Immediately on seeing me, Judy clutched at her stomach and bend double.
"What's the matter now?" I asked sternly.
I think at this point in time luck was with me. Carlos happened to passing my way.
"She not well?" he asked.
I nodded my head.
"Paella,…" I told him, "sea food… octopus… no good… I take her home."
Carlos pulled a sympathetic face.
I collected Judy by the arm. She was bent low and facing the floor so that she could not be identified easily. Then to my surprise, Carlos took hold of her other arm, and together we led Judy past the two gorillas on the door and out onto the street.
I thanked Carlos for his help.
"We walk to car… get fresh air," I told him afterwards.
And with that, and with me still holding on to Judy as tightly as possible, we stumbled off down the road in the direction of the multi-storey car park. I gave Judy ten out of ten for her acting. I think even I was convinced that she ill.
Once back at the car, Judy started to get herself changed into some of Sandy's clothes left behind on the back seat. Once free of the mask I got a great big kiss and hug. There were a few tears there also. I kissed her on the top of her shining hairless head and told her not to be so silly.
After that I sat myself down in the driving seat and waited. I told Judy to lie low across the back seat and stay like that. My concern now was for Sandy's safety. I wasn't sure whether the two gorillas' recognition system worked in reverse. I knew that they were programmed not to let certain girls escape. Judy would be high on that list, but whether it worked for someone they didn't know or recognise, then I was not too sure. However, I had a contingency plan arranged with Sandy. If she was not back in the car by ten o'clock I was to go back in again.
Some ten minutes later I can't describe the joy I felt as I looked out of my windscreen to see Sandy approaching.
She was dressed in a white blouse and black skirt. She was wearing thick rimmed glasses and had her head tied back in bun. I tried to recall the last time I'd seen her dressed like that, then I remembered, it was in Boris's hotel room. I reckoned the look suited her, and I promised myself, one day, if we ever got back to England safely, then we'd play out that routine again, minus the chloroform of course. That was not necessary.
Sandy climbed into the front passenger's seat, removed the slide from her hair, and shook everything loose.
I gave her a great big hug.
"You got out safely then?" I asked.
Sandy nodded her head and gave a big broad smile. She then explained what happened.
"I hung around until a crowd of some twenty people decided to leave all at the same time. I just mingled in with them and walked straight out of the door," she said jubilantly.
I gave Sandy a kiss then turned to Judy in the back. Her head was peeping up between the two seats.
"Next stop Judy, the British Consulate, you'll be safe there," I told her.

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End of Chapter Nineteen