Amnesia Reveals a Disturbing Past

It was a shock to her system. A body jolt as if waking up to a fire alarm, but it wasn't a recognizable ceiling above her. She had bumped the back of her head quite hard on something that created a dull bell like toll. Time became slow motion as if a car being t-boned by another sends your field of vision now rotating as the vehicles spin to a stop. Her first memory now became this moment in the present. Everything before it was gone.

In mid spin her body slid down the stripper's pole which had been hit by her head during her miscalculated maneuver. It was One that she clearly hadn't practiced enough. With all the lacking grace of an ice skater landing on her bare ass after not nailing the triple axle, her routine had come to a body jarring abrupt end.

As the mostly naked, mid twenties young woman tried to focus on her surroundings, she realized that she was on the floor of a stripper's stage. She heard concerned expressions and some laughter. She had obviously just painfully landed in embarrassment and pain emanating from both head and ass. Long blonde hair brushed across DD breasts that she did not recall. I'm a stripper? she thought as a voice nearby prodded her in threatening manner.

" Get up and walk it off Heidi, Try again!"

She sat there confused. looking down, these are my breasts! Her mind questioned herself as she was mostly naked, and frozen in her landing position with her face showing obvious pain. Continuing would not be happening.

She lifted her head to meet that person's unconcerned eyes. Heidi must be her stripper name. When did she become a stripper? All evidence pointed to that conclusion. She had fallen and was hurt and dazed.

Heidi tried to stand up in the ridiculous giant heels. After three attempts, she was hugging the stripper pole. A bouncer helped her to the edge of the stage and off. She was likely concussed and bottom bruised. She exited the stage to a mixture of boos, laughter and a few claps.

There was no way that she could continue, but the man who urged her to try again, was speaking, "That doesn't count as a full set Heidi. You owe 3 more tonight. Use the school girl look next. You have 15 minutes!" His slap on her ass sent her in a direction stage right.

He didn't look familiar, but he must be her boss. Something definitely was off. Nothing seemed right to her. Is this real or a dream? Fortunately, her balance in the heels seemed to return like muscle memory. She must have walked in very high heels before. Her head was still dazed, but she had gotten her balance back.

She needed to change into a school girl outfit. It must be backstage in a dressing room, but poor Heidi, had no clue which way to go.

As she stood there without a clue, an old guy in a trucker hat motioned her over to his table." How much for another lap dance Heidi? You aren't ready for the pole. You started out great!" Somehow she had no memory of ever doing that with him. She put her palm up to signal him that she couldn't do it.

" I'm hurt, sorry!" She continued to look for backstage and the dressing room.

Everyone was calling her Heidi, but she didn't think that was her real name. Yet, at least apparently Heidi is her stripper name. That part would soon be very true. The evidence would get clearer with every interaction in the club.

She watched a girl dressed as a dominatrix emerge from a hallway. The dressing room must be that way.

As she entered a girl hurrying to get ready to go on next gave her a dirty look. "WTFl! Heidi! I have to skip my break and get back out there!, Thanks a lot! You owe me half your lap dances!"

" I hurt myself, I can' t continue, sorry! Which locker is mine? I' m dazed. " Her look to the other woman showed a face of total confusion, like a literal question mark.

The woman got up and walked her over to Heidi's locker. She opened the wallet and took some money from it. " This will do till you get back." She showed the wad of ones and fives, clutched them in her hand and walked away. Heidi was not about to argue since the girl looked super mad.

Inside the locker were her other outfits for later. She loaded all of those into the gym bag in her locker. The rest looked like clothes she wore on her way here. It included a denim blue bra, panty, jacket, skirt, and matching wedge heels. "Wow, I'm denim Barbie!"

She got dressed in those and slipped out the door with what appeared to be her shoulder bag and the gym bag. There was a phone that was locked, a car fob, and her ransacked wallet holding some fives. The rest was makeup sack, a key, and a few condoms. hmm. Heidi is not a virgin. She was not surprised.

She needed to first drive her way out of there. The key fob showed her what vehicle was hers? a small gray coupe? She started it and left the lot. She had no plans of returning to the club tonight. She needed answers first. Getting her memory back would help as well.

She had a strippers body. She looked the part, however, the blue painted nails suggested more or a girlie girl who matches everything. These breasts weren't original. She didn't remember any of it. She drove a few blocks and pulled over. She checked out her face. She was hoping to recognize herself. It was stunning, but not recognizable to her. Should she find a hospital? an emergency room? what city is this? What state? Where do i live? She couldn't picture her mother's face. Big red flag!

It was time to look at her ID. Heidi Harper. So her name is Heidi. She did answer to it when others referred to her. So Heidi, let us research you. She looked up her address. West Virginia? The car GPS responded to her requested location.. It was 20 miles or 35 minutes away. There was a quarter tank of gas.

Being dark did not help. It consisted of lots of winding roads. She was hungry and thirsty. Well there has to be food where she lives. Getting there was imperative.

The road took her higher. After what seemed an eternity the end was near. "You have arrived" it was a long dirt driveway. As she followed it, there was woods, and a white camper, the kind that you tow behind a vehicle.

She fished for the key in the bag but noticed the door was broken and opened a bit. Inside it was gutted. It looked like no one had lived here for months, probably just wildlife. So the address is old. This was her place. Well, more so it used to be.

The wallet was her last hope. How much cash and credit cards? No credit or debit card! just three 5's. She would be sleeping in the car tonight. She went into the camper to pee in the disgusting toilet. There was no running water hooked up. She got comfortable in the car. If she slept maybe her memory would come back.

She had enough money for breakfast. Her car was low on gas. How was Heidi Harper surviving? She would rest, then in the morning get some breakfast and fuel before getting herself to a hospital.

She had just fallen asleep when bright lights pulled into the dirt driveway. Great she would get some answers.

A man approached. " This rental car was reported stolen. I'm to tow it back. Please step out of the vehicle."

WTF! Heidi tried to explain. There was a receipt in the glove box. Apparently Heidi Harper had rented it for 2 days and paid in cash. The car was tracked after she didn't return it. She hadn't answered her phone and this was the address listed. It was in her name.

Who the hell are you Heidi Harper? Where do you currently live? The address was old, but she kept a rental car! Reported stolen? She got out with her gym bag and shoulder bag. Her first thought was to stay in the camper, but the tow driver was talking awhile into his phone. Is he calling police? She headed in the opposite direction and started walking. She was trying to figure out a plan. When lights appeared she hid off the road.

She had to get to a hospital where she might get arrested. Or she could hitch a ride and take her chances. The locked phone gave no answers. There was no idea what the password could be. Jail, or maybe prison? did Heidi Harper already have a criminal record? The hospital was a bad idea.

Maybe she should wait for daylight and try to get a ride. From who? To where?

As she was trying to make a plan, a vehicle had spotted her before she could hide again.

It was a couple of guys slowing down as one rolled down the passenger window. "Looks like someone needs a ride! His cabin is up ahead. We can have a few drinks, See what happens, drop you off somewhere tomorrow. "

See what happens obviously meant hanky panky. Heidi got in the back seat with her bags. After she got in, the one who spoke joined her there.

Within as mile, they took a side road and pulled over. As the one was getting all hands on her, she pulled a condom from her shoulder bag and handed it to him. She gave another to the driver. Since they were in her bag, Heidi must use them. Now they were promises of sex for a ride.

A stolen rental car, no memory, a possible concussion, no usable phone, no vehicle, No current home address, It was any port in a storm time. Jail or maybe prison wasn't an option. In the long run, maybe she should have risked it.

A few minutes later, she was taken forcibly, but with little resistance in the back seat. He filled the condom up. Consensual non attachment sex did not arouse her past a condition of basic wetness. Maybe she is a lesbian, or bisexual due to her career.

Next was the driver's turn. He seemed more interested in her story, as well as the sex. It was his cabin they were going to drive to after they sampled the merchandise. She had only one more condom. Heidi the stripper was smart about unprotected sex.

Then the first guy got a phone call, He had to get home for a family emergency. Heidi agreed to dropping him off right away. He was wearing a wedding ring now that she remembered that, but the driver, the man with the car and the cabin, smiled a lucky me smile.

After dropping him off, the driver, Josh, prodded Heidi to sit closer. She undid her seatbel and caressed his thigh, and watched his tent come back to life. As he pulled into his secuded road and parked the car, she had unzipped his pants and was handling it. She was debating putting it in her mouth, when his strong hands grabbed her long blonde hair and positioned her mouth at his tip.

She was surprised at this somehow. It wasn't a memory. She obviously had handled guys and been pussy fucked, but oral? she tried to resist.

" We just fucked, c' mon Heidi, this doesn't need a condom." It was awkward. suck? lick? She puckered up and gave the head a kiss. then pulled back. why hadn't she ever experienced oral on a man? how to do it? what was she saving herself for? marriage? yeah!

"Um Josh, I'm saving my first oral for my wedding night. " She blushed truly embarrassed to use that excuse.

He shook his head, "Heidi, a girl who fucks two random guys for a ride, ain't saving herself for her wedding night. Suck my cock and lick my balls. "

He pushed her mouth down on it and she got busy. Her head was kept there and when he finally shot it was going down her throat. She coughed and gagged but very little seeped out.

Afterwards, He got some bags from the trunk and led her to the cabin door. She carried her gym bag and shoulder bag in. "I'm starving! " she declared.

"You can have a second helping later!" he commented. His face looking serious. It wasn't as bad as she expected, except his size and strength compared to hers was intimidating. She would go with the flow. Shacking up with him in his cabin, it seemed to be a way to hopefully get her memory back before choosing a logical life path to keep her out of prison.

Inside he placed his stuff down and opened her gym bag. he pulled out her three outfits, a cowboy cheerleader, a school girl, and a black goth witch one.

" I guess I'm a stripper!" She shrugged her shoulders in a matter of fact way. That was her only truth.

" You guess?" He nodded at the accessories that he pulled from the bag. He had enjoyed denim Barbie, and he planned on having her dress in the other outfits before letting her leave.

Heidi tried to tell a brief history of everything she had just experienced before getting a ride with him."I have no memory. i smacked my head on the stripper pole doing a dangerous spin. I have a concussion I think, and a headache, and I don't remember anything before that. I got my stuff, and drove, but..." There was no way to explain the rental car without revealing herself as a thief now in someone else's home.

" But what?" Josh questioned.

" It got repossessed a few hours ago. So I was trying to walk to a hospital. I don't know my password to unlock my phone to call anyone. I don't remember my face or body or where I last lived, or even my own mother's face. " She put her hands to her face and added," I have amnesia I think. "

She had said too much. Josh was picturing a scenario where he could exploit the situation. " I think you should shower. Maybe give me a little strip show first. "

" I don't remember my routines. " she stalled.

" Just wing it!" He insisted while sitting and folding his arms across his chest.

Heidi was terrible in her attempt. No way she could get hired as a stripper now unless her memory returned. She kicked off her wedge heels clumsily, removed her denim jacket and put it between her legs but the skirt should have been removed first. It was barely a passing D attempt. Finally she removed her denim bra top and panty. She finished with a frustrated smile.

He sent her into the shower by whapping her bare ass with a towel and throwing it after her. It was the second time tonight that her ass was smacked. Somehow it didn't upset her. Heidi Harper must not care about that demeaning behavior. Slowly she was learning about who she was. How had she let herself become like this? She assumed different reasons drove young women into this trade. A respectable one wouldn't keep a rental car. Some probably were doing it to support a child.

As she She showered she explored her body. Being blonde was an obvious dye job. She found a tramp stamp tattoo on her lower back. It was the playboy logo. Without her shoulder bag and clothes she came out naked still drying her hair with the towel.

Before she could speak or react, she noticed her stuff was gone. Josh ambushed her by picking her up easily to deposit her on the bed. was he ready for a third time?

"You are going to be staying here awhile. I looked you up online. There is a new and an older warrant for Heidi Harper. Seems you have been a bad girl. This so called car was stolen!"

He had Heidi Harper dead to rights. " Whatever I did before i bumped my head tonight, I don't remember doing it! I need to get to a hospital! Please!"

"Oh, you are going to jail. In fact the only way you are leaving you new home is in handcuffs by officers. Unless..." A sly knowing grin appeared on his face.

In a daring, foolish attempt, she threw the towel at him and bolted for the door. his hand grabbed her hair. Soon his grip had her on her knees giving him oral again. It took about 20 minutes which gave her time to practice her new skill. Finally he was reloaded and ready.

"Here comes that second helping i promised. Swallow it all. It is time for some house rules."

Tired of his hair pulling, she no longer resisted as he tied her into a tight hog tie on the bed.

"That should hold you till I get back. A thief needs ways to be limited in movement. I need to buy a few things at a hardware store. " A final rope was tied around her neck and to the bed.

"try to stay still. rolling off the bed might result in hanging yourself. Open up!" He demanded of her mouth. Then he stuffed a cloth in to prevent her screaming. A precaution just in case a hunter in the woods heard her. That possibility needed a better solution.

She had no choice. Fight or flight was not an option. Only staying here or prison was left. If she regained her memory it wouldn't matter. Old Heidi Harper was a criminal. She somehow fell asleep and it was morning as the hours passed.

He finally returned and got to work. Her muffled attempt to communicate were ignored. She could only watch.

There was a thick metal chain that was anchored into the wall between the bed and bathroom. It was only about 6 feet long that would restrict her range of movement to only the bed, or the bathroom. The end had a wide locking black leather collar that seemed to be custom made at a sex shop.

As the gag was removed, She tried to speak his name but only the 'j' sound came out after a quick tingle sensation. It was followed by a carpet shock to her neck.

"that's setting one, try to say my name again. " He adjusted the remote. before she could speak. a tingle alerted her not speak leaving a split second warning.

"Heidi, rule one is do whatever i say or we jump to level 3 which has a warning about permanent damage. Try to speak."

This time after the tingle, her first sound was stopped by a more violent shock to her neck. She convulsed for several seconds in pain.

"Perfect! " Josh remarked.

"Heidi, you have a great body, but an annoying voice. You will be seen and not heard, making you the ideal stay home.... Sex toy. Cheaper than an AI robot to buy and maintain as well. I have read somewhere that a person could live on a diet of male discharge and some basic vitamins and water. I picked up the vitamins so you have all that here. However, you may have to crawl to the bathroom. You should be able to squat over the toilet. and lie on the bed. " He seemed satisfied with his home improvements.

"I am deciding which outfit you will put on today. You have four, but the denim did nothing for me during that awful strip tease. I think you can stay naked most of the time. " A protest was about to be made but the tingle warning stopped her. She was now mute or violently shocked. Was her voice annoying?

"Curious choices, A goth girl outfit with a supply of black makeup, a cowboy cheerleader outfit, and a school girl? looks like i'm your Daddy. Crawl over here. Come kiss Daddy's cock."

She crawled over obediently. She was a bit famished. It was most likely what The earlier Heidi Harper deserved. So far the memories didn't matter, or if she ever got them back. This was her life now.

About an hour away, Helena Harper was concerned. Her older sister, Heidi, had not come back after her shift at the strip club last night. Helena had to leave to start her shift at the restaurant, but she couldn't leave her toddler niece, Nautica, alone!