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Spring Break Slaves 2: Reporting from Pirate Cay
- Thread starter windar
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Note to myself: Don’t forget in the final expose to play up the miserable working conditions inflicted on ‘Compsnions’ down here on Pirate Cay.
Climb every mountain
Search high and low
Follow every highway
Every path you know
Ooh, yeah
Climb every mountain
Ford every stream
Follow every rainbow
'Till you find your dream
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Wow what a chapter - poor old Barb is really getting into the swing of things. I found myself saying to the screen "Just freaking well suck him off Barb!" - Very hot Windy ...
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Barb lay stretched out full length on the bed in her Companion room. She was on her tummy. Despite the application, now hours ago, of copious amounts of the doc’s wondrously effective salves and creams, her butt was still smarting from the hard caning she had received by the pool that afternoon. She was naked. The thought of sitting, let alone the touch of clothing, was still more than she could contemplate.
Her stinging bottom was not the only thing she had to be rueful about. She had submitted ... given in, really, under the unbearable pain of muscle-bound Robert’s application of cane on flesh ... to something she had vowed never to do: acquiesce to the disgusting act of taking some guy’s dick in her mouth. But she had been forced to do it, not once but twice ... first the Senator’s and then Robert’s. The thought of their filthy spunk filling her mouth and running down her chin caused her to shudder and grimace with revulsion. It had been all she could do to avoid swallowing any of it. ... well most of it, that is.
And then, as though she hadn’t been humiliated enough, she had been compelled to lick and suck Kelly’s pussy while everyone watched. Despite the sensual pleasures of what had happened that morning between the two of them while they had been together out in the water, Barb was still not certain that she was comfortable with what she and Kelly had done. But what she was certain of was that Kelly could not be trusted. That Kelly worked for the boss was an irrefutable fact, and that the boss was bent on exploiting Barb in ways that were unacceptable was a given. Therefore, Barb resolved that any further claims on Kelly’s part to be protective of her and working in her best interest were to be henceforth treated with deep suspicion.
Yet, she had something else to worry about as well, for during the time she had lain that afternoon on the cot in the doc’s little clinic room she couldn’t help but have overheard some very unsettling snippets of conversation wafting in on the breeze through the clinic’s half open window. She had recognized the voices of the boss, the Senator and the one they called Big Fred. And she imagined that Robert and Kelly may have been there as well, though she hadn’t heard either of them speak. The people she had heard speaking had presumably been out by the pool having drinks before dinner, and the pool was quite some distance away.
Since only disjointed bits of the conversation could be heard, she wasn’t quite sure, but it had sounded as though they were planning some kind of festive activity for the morrow that they all deemed an exciting prospect. She hadn’t been able to grasp exactly what it was they had been planning, but it had sounded like some kind of competition involving her and the other two companions. And she could have sworn that she had heard the word ‘whipping’ mentioned more than once. The whole thing reminded her of something she had heard not long after she arrived on Pirate Cay about a competitive cart race.
Whatever it was that those people were planning, Barb was certain she wasn’t going to like it. She needed to think, so she reached into her bag to fetch her legal pad, knowing that clear thinking was often aided by noting things down on paper. But after rummaging about a bit without locating it, she came to the unsettling realization that the legal pad was gone. Someone had filched it while she was out of the room.
“Shit!” she groaned, suddenly feeling very uneasy. What did they know? And what would they do to her now that they knew?
She was rapidly descending into a complete state of panic when she was startled by the familiar metallic clunk made by the release of the locking bolts on the door of her room. She stared at the door, fearful of who might enter.
It turned out to be Kelly, who slipped in, closed the door quickly behind her, and held a finger to her mouth in a hushing gesture. Beckoning with her hand, she drew Barb into a corner of the room not covered by the remote camera lens built into the reading light over the bed.
When Barb had joined her there, Kelly pulled Barb’s legal pad out from under her tee shirt and began to write on it. Waiting patiently to see what the message might be, Barb noticed that the top three pages on which Barb had made notes were missing. Obviously Kelly was the one who had pilfered the legal pad when Barb was out, and had undoubtedly both read and destroyed the missing pages.
Kelly finished writing and turned the pad so Barb could see what she had written: “Sorry about this afternoon. You had no choice. Glad you gave in, but you shouldn’t have waited as long as you did.”
Grabbing the pad and pen, Barb wrote: “Fuck You!!!!”
Kelly grabbed it back to write: “Knock it off. I’m here to help.”
Barb shook her head vehemently. She’d heard that before.
Kelly brushed past her to enter the bathroom where she turned on the hot water in both the shower and the sink basin. Turning about, she marched back to the bathroom door, grabbed Barb by the arm, and pulled her into the room, which was rapidly steaming up. Shoving Barb up against the wall Kelly squeezed past her and closed the door.
Returning to the legal pad, she wrote: “Soon the steam will fog the camera and the running water should neutralize the mic. Then we talk, but keep it low.”
While they waited, Barb took a towel from the towel rack and wrapped it around herself. She was in no mood to be naked in front of Kelly while they had that conversation.
Finally Kelly spoke, “Should be okay now. Yes I found and stole you legal pad. Don’t worry, I destroyed what you had written. But now I know what you’ve been up to, Barb. By rights I should tell the boss. But, you know what, Barb? I won’t. Want to know why? It’s because what you wrote on that pad and what you are up to here is as big a problem for you as it is for me. If he finds out the truth, you’ll never get off this island alive, and I will be in real trouble as well because he’ll know that I screwed up when I recruited you! We’ll both be in deep shit!”
“Serves you right! How many innocents have you lured down here, Kelly? How many have you invited for a nude swim and then ... well, you know! And how many have suffered under the whip, the cane, and God only knows what other fiendish torments?”
“There have been quite a few Barb. I won’t deny it. But part of what I told you is true. They’ve all been handsomely compensated for their ... uh ... services. And as for me, you might say I’ve gotten in over my head, and at this point I want out. And so do you. But neither of us can do it alone, which is why I’m here. Our only chance is to work together.”
“Which means I get whipped and caned and raped and probably worse while you stand by and watch?”
“Barb, I can’t protect you from everything he and his pals dream up to do to you. If my cover is blown, it won’t do us any good as we plan a way out of here ... and that’s going to take some time. Patience and some sacrifice is needed. He can’t be allowed to suspect that anything is amiss.”
A standoff ensued with Barb silently eyeing Kelly, arms folded defiantly across her chest, and Kelly waiting patiently for a response. Neither blinked. The only sound was the rush of hot water in the shower and sink.
“Well say something, Barb!” said Kelly, finally breaking the silence.
Barb opened her mouth as though to speak, and then stopped short.
“God, the humidity and heat is almost unbearable in here,” sighed Kelly, suddenly reaching for and removing her tee shirt over her head, and then quickly wriggling out of her shorts and panties.
Barb gazed at Kelly’s nakedness for a long moment then abruptly turned her back on her.
Seeing an opening, Kelly stepped up behind Barb, pulled the towel away from her body, wrapped her arms around the girl’s shoulders in a tight hug, and began to nibble seductively at her neck, and then at her ear.
Barb turned her head away as Kelly’s hot mouth closing on her earlobe sent a sudden shiver through her body.
“No, Kelly! Please don’t.” she breathed, but things were moving too fast, spinning out of control as Kelly’s hands were now cupping and crushing Barb’s breasts. And she had begun to tweak Barb’s always sensitive nipples with her thumbs ... something Barb knew would break down her defenses quickly.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, Kelly! It’s not right,” she cried.
“Yes, we should, Barb. You know you want it. You want it bad. And so do I.”
“No, I really don’t, Kelly.”
But the sound of Barb’s voice had gone throaty, signaling a crumbling of resistance.
Spinning her around, Kelly embraced her and kissed her full on the lips, and then pulled her down until they were both kneeling face to face on the wet tiled flooring.
“Kelly! We shouldn’t,” were Barb’s last words, as they reclined, with Barb on her back, legs parted, and Kelly on top, one thigh pressed hard against Barb’s pussy. Moments later they had shifted position, so that they were scissored, wet hot crotches pressed together, rubbing wildly and furiously up and down and from side to side, bucking, gasping and moaning, ascending that sensual arc to a screaming climax, and then falling limp as the aftershocks of pleasure rippled repeatedly, one after another, through their bodies.
“Shit!” said Barb, finally, her voice husky sounding. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“It was inevitable, Barb,” replied Kelly as she shifted around on the floor to lie on her back alongside Barb. “You knew it and so did I.”
“So what happens later today?” said Barb after a long silence spent dreamily staring up at the billowing clouds of steam overhead. “I overheard some talk yesterday afternoon, only bits of it, but enough to know that something is going down.”
“There is, but I have no details to share. The discussion was out by the pool, but I was away at the time ... rifling through your room, if you’re wondering where. That’s when I came came across your legal pad. So, I really don’t know what they were planning, but I can tell you from experience it’s probably some kind of game ... a competition designed to give them the kicks they enjoy.”
“In other words more humiliation, pain and forced sex for me,” observed Barb drily.
“You and others, most likely. You know ... winners and losers sort of thing. You’ll be given no choice as usual, and I really won’t be able to do anything to make it easier on you.”
“Yes, I’m beginning to see that. Well, Kelly, if we are going to work together, let’s talk about how we might escape this place.”
“Right. There are only three ways off the island, each of which present problems. First, there’s the helicopter, but neither of us know how to fly it even if we could get our hands on it. Second, one could swim to one of the larger islands, but it’s a long distance, and you tell me you don’t swim. Besides, there’s the matter of sharks. And third there’s the yacht, but again you don’t swim so we’d have to get hold of the dingy and row out to it, and we’d almost certainly be spotted by someone.”
“Well, despite the risks, the third sounds more feasible than the others. And, here’s another idea. What if we call out to some authority ... the FBI, CIA, DEA, Coast Guard ... somebody, anybody, and report what goes on here and demand an investigation?”
“Risky, Barb. Everything is monitored. That’s why we’re lying on the floor in a steam-filled bathroom right now. Besides, Pirate Cay is not part of the U.S.. It’s part of Providencia, a sovereign country. And the Prime Minister, Big Fred, is in on it. Plus, the Senator is pretty important in Washington.”
“I’ve heard that’s never deterred the CIA in the past.”
“Look, as I said earlier ... this is going to take time. For now, I’d better get back before I’m missed. And you need to get ready for whatever they have planned for the afternoon. Oh, and by the way, I left a jar of the doc’s miracle cream just inside the door. Use it on your butt. I guarantee you’ll feel like new back there by noon.”
Barb lay stretched out full length on the bed in her Companion room. She was on her tummy. Despite the application, now hours ago, of copious amounts of the doc’s wondrously effective salves and creams, her butt was still smarting from the hard caning she had received by the pool that afternoon. She was naked. The thought of sitting, let alone the touch of clothing, was still more than she could contemplate.
Her stinging bottom was not the only thing she had to be rueful about. She had submitted ... given in, really, under the unbearable pain of muscle-bound Robert’s application of cane on flesh ... to something she had vowed never to do: acquiesce to the disgusting act of taking some guy’s dick in her mouth. But she had been forced to do it, not once but twice ... first the Senator’s and then Robert’s. The thought of their filthy spunk filling her mouth and running down her chin caused her to shudder and grimace with revulsion. It had been all she could do to avoid swallowing any of it. ... well most of it, that is.
And then, as though she hadn’t been humiliated enough, she had been compelled to lick and suck Kelly’s pussy while everyone watched. Despite the sensual pleasures of what had happened that morning between the two of them while they had been together out in the water, Barb was still not certain that she was comfortable with what she and Kelly had done. But what she was certain of was that Kelly could not be trusted. That Kelly worked for the boss was an irrefutable fact, and that the boss was bent on exploiting Barb in ways that were unacceptable was a given. Therefore, Barb resolved that any further claims on Kelly’s part to be protective of her and working in her best interest were to be henceforth treated with deep suspicion.
Yet, she had something else to worry about as well, for during the time she had lain that afternoon on the cot in the doc’s little clinic room she couldn’t help but have overheard some very unsettling snippets of conversation wafting in on the breeze through the clinic’s half open window. She had recognized the voices of the boss, the Senator and the one they called Big Fred. And she imagined that Robert and Kelly may have been there as well, though she hadn’t heard either of them speak. The people she had heard speaking had presumably been out by the pool having drinks before dinner, and the pool was quite some distance away.
Since only disjointed bits of the conversation could be heard, she wasn’t quite sure, but it had sounded as though they were planning some kind of festive activity for the morrow that they all deemed an exciting prospect. She hadn’t been able to grasp exactly what it was they had been planning, but it had sounded like some kind of competition involving her and the other two companions. And she could have sworn that she had heard the word ‘whipping’ mentioned more than once. The whole thing reminded her of something she had heard not long after she arrived on Pirate Cay about a competitive cart race.
Whatever it was that those people were planning, Barb was certain she wasn’t going to like it. She needed to think, so she reached into her bag to fetch her legal pad, knowing that clear thinking was often aided by noting things down on paper. But after rummaging about a bit without locating it, she came to the unsettling realization that the legal pad was gone. Someone had filched it while she was out of the room.
“Shit!” she groaned, suddenly feeling very uneasy. What did they know? And what would they do to her now that they knew?
She was rapidly descending into a complete state of panic when she was startled by the familiar metallic clunk made by the release of the locking bolts on the door of her room. She stared at the door, fearful of who might enter.
It turned out to be Kelly, who slipped in, closed the door quickly behind her, and held a finger to her mouth in a hushing gesture. Beckoning with her hand, she drew Barb into a corner of the room not covered by the remote camera lens built into the reading light over the bed.
When Barb had joined her there, Kelly pulled Barb’s legal pad out from under her tee shirt and began to write on it. Waiting patiently to see what the message might be, Barb noticed that the top three pages on which Barb had made notes were missing. Obviously Kelly was the one who had pilfered the legal pad when Barb was out, and had undoubtedly both read and destroyed the missing pages.
Kelly finished writing and turned the pad so Barb could see what she had written: “Sorry about this afternoon. You had no choice. Glad you gave in, but you shouldn’t have waited as long as you did.”
Grabbing the pad and pen, Barb wrote: “Fuck You!!!!”
Kelly grabbed it back to write: “Knock it off. I’m here to help.”
Barb shook her head vehemently. She’d heard that before.
Kelly brushed past her to enter the bathroom where she turned on the hot water in both the shower and the sink basin. Turning about, she marched back to the bathroom door, grabbed Barb by the arm, and pulled her into the room, which was rapidly steaming up. Shoving Barb up against the wall Kelly squeezed past her and closed the door.
Returning to the legal pad, she wrote: “Soon the steam will fog the camera and the running water should neutralize the mic. Then we talk, but keep it low.”
While they waited, Barb took a towel from the towel rack and wrapped it around herself. She was in no mood to be naked in front of Kelly while they had that conversation.
Finally Kelly spoke, “Should be okay now. Yes I found and stole you legal pad. Don’t worry, I destroyed what you had written. But now I know what you’ve been up to, Barb. By rights I should tell the boss. But, you know what, Barb? I won’t. Want to know why? It’s because what you wrote on that pad and what you are up to here is as big a problem for you as it is for me. If he finds out the truth, you’ll never get off this island alive, and I will be in real trouble as well because he’ll know that I screwed up when I recruited you! We’ll both be in deep shit!”
“Serves you right! How many innocents have you lured down here, Kelly? How many have you invited for a nude swim and then ... well, you know! And how many have suffered under the whip, the cane, and God only knows what other fiendish torments?”
“There have been quite a few Barb. I won’t deny it. But part of what I told you is true. They’ve all been handsomely compensated for their ... uh ... services. And as for me, you might say I’ve gotten in over my head, and at this point I want out. And so do you. But neither of us can do it alone, which is why I’m here. Our only chance is to work together.”
“Which means I get whipped and caned and raped and probably worse while you stand by and watch?”
“Barb, I can’t protect you from everything he and his pals dream up to do to you. If my cover is blown, it won’t do us any good as we plan a way out of here ... and that’s going to take some time. Patience and some sacrifice is needed. He can’t be allowed to suspect that anything is amiss.”
A standoff ensued with Barb silently eyeing Kelly, arms folded defiantly across her chest, and Kelly waiting patiently for a response. Neither blinked. The only sound was the rush of hot water in the shower and sink.
“Well say something, Barb!” said Kelly, finally breaking the silence.
Barb opened her mouth as though to speak, and then stopped short.
“God, the humidity and heat is almost unbearable in here,” sighed Kelly, suddenly reaching for and removing her tee shirt over her head, and then quickly wriggling out of her shorts and panties.
Barb gazed at Kelly’s nakedness for a long moment then abruptly turned her back on her.
Seeing an opening, Kelly stepped up behind Barb, pulled the towel away from her body, wrapped her arms around the girl’s shoulders in a tight hug, and began to nibble seductively at her neck, and then at her ear.
Barb turned her head away as Kelly’s hot mouth closing on her earlobe sent a sudden shiver through her body.
“No, Kelly! Please don’t.” she breathed, but things were moving too fast, spinning out of control as Kelly’s hands were now cupping and crushing Barb’s breasts. And she had begun to tweak Barb’s always sensitive nipples with her thumbs ... something Barb knew would break down her defenses quickly.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, Kelly! It’s not right,” she cried.
“Yes, we should, Barb. You know you want it. You want it bad. And so do I.”
“No, I really don’t, Kelly.”
But the sound of Barb’s voice had gone throaty, signaling a crumbling of resistance.
Spinning her around, Kelly embraced her and kissed her full on the lips, and then pulled her down until they were both kneeling face to face on the wet tiled flooring.
“Kelly! We shouldn’t,” were Barb’s last words, as they reclined, with Barb on her back, legs parted, and Kelly on top, one thigh pressed hard against Barb’s pussy. Moments later they had shifted position, so that they were scissored, wet hot crotches pressed together, rubbing wildly and furiously up and down and from side to side, bucking, gasping and moaning, ascending that sensual arc to a screaming climax, and then falling limp as the aftershocks of pleasure rippled repeatedly, one after another, through their bodies.
“Shit!” said Barb, finally, her voice husky sounding. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“It was inevitable, Barb,” replied Kelly as she shifted around on the floor to lie on her back alongside Barb. “You knew it and so did I.”
“So what happens later today?” said Barb after a long silence spent dreamily staring up at the billowing clouds of steam overhead. “I overheard some talk yesterday afternoon, only bits of it, but enough to know that something is going down.”
“There is, but I have no details to share. The discussion was out by the pool, but I was away at the time ... rifling through your room, if you’re wondering where. That’s when I came came across your legal pad. So, I really don’t know what they were planning, but I can tell you from experience it’s probably some kind of game ... a competition designed to give them the kicks they enjoy.”
“In other words more humiliation, pain and forced sex for me,” observed Barb drily.
“You and others, most likely. You know ... winners and losers sort of thing. You’ll be given no choice as usual, and I really won’t be able to do anything to make it easier on you.”
“Yes, I’m beginning to see that. Well, Kelly, if we are going to work together, let’s talk about how we might escape this place.”
“Right. There are only three ways off the island, each of which present problems. First, there’s the helicopter, but neither of us know how to fly it even if we could get our hands on it. Second, one could swim to one of the larger islands, but it’s a long distance, and you tell me you don’t swim. Besides, there’s the matter of sharks. And third there’s the yacht, but again you don’t swim so we’d have to get hold of the dingy and row out to it, and we’d almost certainly be spotted by someone.”
“Well, despite the risks, the third sounds more feasible than the others. And, here’s another idea. What if we call out to some authority ... the FBI, CIA, DEA, Coast Guard ... somebody, anybody, and report what goes on here and demand an investigation?”
“Risky, Barb. Everything is monitored. That’s why we’re lying on the floor in a steam-filled bathroom right now. Besides, Pirate Cay is not part of the U.S.. It’s part of Providencia, a sovereign country. And the Prime Minister, Big Fred, is in on it. Plus, the Senator is pretty important in Washington.”
“I’ve heard that’s never deterred the CIA in the past.”
“Look, as I said earlier ... this is going to take time. For now, I’d better get back before I’m missed. And you need to get ready for whatever they have planned for the afternoon. Oh, and by the way, I left a jar of the doc’s miracle cream just inside the door. Use it on your butt. I guarantee you’ll feel like new back there by noon.”
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windar
Teller of Tales
Finally, she is learning and making sound decisions! But waste not, want not...
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
The contrast between the rather cultured, convivial atmosphere ... by the pool having drinks before dinner ... and the brutality of the sexual violence which underpins the essence of the island, is just perfect...
Also, it looks like our Barb leans to the gay, or at least the bi, side of sexual desire. Probably why the thought of swallowing reviles her ...
Excellent chapter ...
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Just had a re-read (yes it's that good!) And the shenanigans between Barb n Kelly in the bathroom is so 'espionage ' like - sounds like they're taking a leaf out of Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova's training manual!
windar
Teller of Tales
I suppose if your only experience with men is the Senator and Robert while tied to a caning frame, that might be understandable...And Kelly is skilled. Tara and Delia found that to be the case as well...
twonines
LIMERICUS
Let us just say that if Barb was in sport she`d be considered an accomplished allrounder.
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montycrusto
Guest
Say, what kind of shit-hole country is this, where they don’t have a fully stocked drinks bar in the shower? 
You’re kidding, right? What kind of country has that?Say, what kind of shit-hole country is this, where they don’t have a fully stocked drinks bar in the shower?
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montycrusto
Guest
I’m always 100% seriuos...
Seriously intoxicated?I’m always 100% seriuos...
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Big surprise, Barb. Excellent under-cover reporting. Actually, you'll do it above the covers - and anywhere else.
In fact, I just installed a bar in my shower on my doctor's advice.Say, what kind of shit-hole country is this, where they don’t have a fully stocked drinks bar in the shower?
Very interesting new ideas and possibilities have been revealed. Can Barb survive long enough to get away?
poem21045
Tribunus Plebis
windar
Teller of Tales
CHAPTER TWENTY
“Shit!” Kelly had exclaimed when she had read the notes that Barb had written on the yellow legal pad that she had clumsily tried to hide in her suitcase. The little minx had lied to her about her reasons for coming down here.
Unlike the others who had ventured down to Pirate Cay, she wasn’t doing it for the money, or at least that wasn’t her main reason. No, she saw herself as a budding investigative reporter. The words “Pulitzer Prize???” were right there on paper, written in her own hand.
Sure, Kelly had lied to her about the arrangements here on Pirate Cay, as she had lied to all the others to get them to come. But that wouldn’t excuse Barb lying to him. Not in his books.
And that wouldn’t excuse Kelly in his eyes for having screwed up by not having properly vetted Barb. Yes, Spring Break had been over when Kelly had gone up to Pitcher the last time, so students were less likely to answer an ad for a job that would take them away from campus. In fact, Barb had been the only one to respond to the latest placement.
And Kelly was not the type to want to come back with her tail between her legs, admitting defeat. They needed bodies to entertain the Senator, especially with Tara off limits to anyone but him. Kelly had found Barb very attractive, and knew he and the Senator would, too.
That innocence, so ready to be despoiled, had been quite irresistible. Kelly had sensed that Barb might be a virgin from some of her comments and to have it confirmed by the doctor had been quite gratifying.
But the written notes left Kelly with a dilemma. Should she show them to him and risk his displeasure? He hadn’t punished Kelly in a long time, but she was his employee and he could if he chose to. But as much as any punishment he would impose, the loss of his trust in her would be more painful.
For, the truth was, he had been more or less her life for the past several years, her hours occupied with his affairs, his wants and his needs. Perhaps to call it love in the traditional sense would be a bit misplaced, but it was something akin to that. Even his choosing Tara to bear his heir, as much as that had hurt Kelly, couldn’t change that.
No, she couldn’t face that. And, given how much he donated to Pitcher College and how much the Administration there wanted to remain in his good graces, chances were good that he knew anyway and was simply stringing Barb along, waiting for the best time to confront her and make her pay a price.
Kelly considered simply returning the yellow pad to where she had found it in Barb’s room, but she wanted Barb to know that someone was onto her little game. So she had taken it and run it through the paper shredder in the little room of hers adjoining his office.
Messing with the girl’s head was part of the fun, Kelly thought, just as much as messing with her body. Make her feel like Kelly was on her side. Be the wise older sister, schooling her in the ways of men. Watching her being transformed from the innocent virgin to the plaything of rich and powerful men was, for Kelly, like heroin for an addict.
Seeing her whipped and deflowered had been wonderful. Seeing her forced by the searing pain of the cane biting into her flesh to perform the act she detested was even better. And there was so much more yet to do with her to turn her into a completely submissive slave. At bottom, even though her reason for coming here were different, she would end up like all the rest.
In the meantime, Kelly enjoyed their little trysts, like that romp they had just had in the bathroom. And she could tell that Barb had enjoyed it, too. Kelly chuckled at how easily she had overcome Barb’s inhibitions.
And tempting Barb to try some boneheaded escape plan, one that was certainly doomed to failure, could be quite a bit of fun, Kelly thought. Especially the punishment that would surely follow when she was caught.
Of course Kelly wasn’t interested in some elaborate escape. She went back and forth to colleges recruiting new Companions and, if she had wanted out, she would simply not have come back from one of those. But she knew her life would be pretty dull without seeing the look on the face of girls like Barb the first time they were whipped for failure to perform an act on some dirty old man who disgusted them. And the look on their faces when they finally, inevitably, submitted and did perform those acts.
Kelly’s heart jumped when her pager buzzed. Without regular cell service on the island they resorted to older technologies, which brought back memories of when it had been just her and him. “Could he have found out about her shredding Barb’s notes?’ she wondered. It seemed unlikely, but little on the island escaped his attention. ‘Well, better go find out,’ Kelly mused.
Entering his office, everything, including him, seemed normal. “I’ve invited another guest down for a visit,” he confided.
“May I ask who it is?”
“You may always ask, Kelly, but I want this to be a surprise.” Kelly found this answer a bit disturbing. He usually reveled in sharing the anticipation of upcoming activities with her. But she knew enough not to pry further.
“When is he coming?”
“As soon as he gets here,” he replied. Kelly had to think for a moment before she got the joke and burst out laughing. “Not until the weekend,” he continued. ”It’s his busy season right now and he can only get away for a long weekend.”
“Will he be overlapping with the Senator?” she asked.
“Yes. The Senate likes to take long breaks.”
“Should be a busy time, entertaining them,” Kelly replied. “Lots of fun.”
“No doubt,” he said. “Listen, regarding tonight’s competition, we decided it should be a team event. With an odd number of girls, we need you to take part. You don’t mind, do you?”
Kelly felt butterflies in the pit of her stomach. This wasn’t usual that she was asked to participate in the games rather than supervise them. The request gave her the nagging sense that he knew about her screw-up with failing to vet Barb.
“Uh, sure, I guess,” she replied.
“Good. I want you to pair with Barb. Help show her the ropes.” This worried Kelly. On the few occasions where she had been asked to participate in games, things had been rigged so that her side won. But with Tara central to his project, Kelly couldn’t be sure that would happen this time.
As if to validate her fears, he continued. “Please find Tara and send her in here. I don’t want her fertile period to go to waste.”
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Which way is Kelly swinging? Helping poor Barb or setting her up? Exciting stuff...