Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Is that incest?
Bloody hell, I'd actually forgotten about him
One for the family album!
Excellent chapter Windy ... almost filled with joy (almost) ...
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A Tale of Two Barbs: A Pirate Cay Adventure
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Excellent chapter Windy ... almost filled with joy (almost) ...
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
At last!
Interesting therapy! Can I have that Doctor's phone number?
On the contrary, you did brilliant, exciting diplomacy on Pirate Cay Island!
And it was succesful diplomacy, since you managed to get a US citizen out of penal trouble!
windar
Teller of Tales
So had Barb....
For more of this kind of
Limericks
Roger`s discovered his wife is a slut, Now, to one side she`ll be put. He chose a divorce, Instead of using force, And soundly flogging her tempting bare butt.
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settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
EPILOGUE
Faced with such a momentous career decision, Barb had taken her time before giving the billionaire an answer. Not just a little time, but quite a lot of time. Almost three days in fact.
Three days in which she kept mostly to herself. When no one was at the pool or beach she would spend time there lying about. Otherwise she kept to her room, ordering meals in, and brooding. From time to time she would flash a middle finger at the unseen cameras she knew were recording her every move, including her most intimate private moments. She was generally pissed about everything and at everybody, and in her mind she felt she had every reason to feel that way.
Every so often, rather than going to the pool or the beach, she would take a solitary walk beyond the immediate grounds of the estate. And each time she did so, she would seek out a vantage point from which she could observe the labors of the two convicts, the younger of which she now knew to be her first cousin. She’d watch them for hours, straining and sweating over some pointless task … and more than once observed Robert meting out a vicious whipping for some minor infraction, real or fabricated, to her hapless young relative. On one occasion she even witnessed him sodomizing her over a fallen log … the image of which haunted her mind.
It was that image which also helped her make up her mind, motivating her to march uninvited into the billionaire’s office and announce that she was accepting his offer. She even acceded to allowing him to fuck her from behind bent over his desk to seal the deal.
On arrival in DC she had been granted an appointment at the White House and was ushered into the Oval Office, where she was warmly welcomed by POTUS and Leo, who offered effusive sympathies and apologies for her ordeal at the hands of the Providencia rebels. Although it was plain to see that their warmth had been tempered by their rather obvious apprehension over the possibility that she might leak what had happened to her to the press. She had assured them she would not, and sensed their immediate relief.
Leo had then offered to take her out for dinner at the Edgar for old time's sake. She had accepted and had afterwards allowed him to fuck her brains out up in her hotel room … for old time's sake. She even allowed him to spank her tight little, and she enjoyed having him do it to her too.
Later that spring she traveled to Pitcher College, and fulfilled the commitment she had made to the billionaire to work as his recruiter, successfully enticing a pair of hopelessly naive Pitcher Freshman girls to spend their summer as ‘companions’ on Pirate Cay. She also dutifully paid a courtesy call on Harley Carter, the billionaire’s pal and Dean of Student affairs at Pitcher, which included stripping down and servicing him on the floor behind his office desk … that was until the College Provost burst in on them unexpectedly. She never heard what became of that … or of Harley.
(@Fossy)
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Barb’s first cousin, the younger Barbara Moore, was released as promised from her sentence of twenty-five years hard labor on Pirate Cay. Her sentence was commuted instead to twenty- five years of personally serving the billionaire. She eventually took on the roles of Delia and Tara after they left the island to return to the States. That summer she distinguished herself in the eyes of her employer by her thoroughness in breaking in the two newly arrived companions shipped down from Pitcher College by her older cousin, earning the billionaire’s respect and the prospect of one day receiving the same handsomely generous severance arrangements enjoyed by Delia and Tara.
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Robert died unexpectedly a day after Barb’s departure from Pirate Cay to offer her resignation in DC. The medical examiner listed the cause of death as a sudden brain hemorrhage, although the rumor was that the man had been poisoned. According to the rumor there was evidence, conveniently suppressed, that someone may have meddled with the array of training elixirs Robert kept in his bedroom.
Barb was said by her assistant Jimmy, to have had a peculiar look in her eye when she was informed of his death just prior to leaving the residence on the day of her flight to DC. The look expressed no sadness or surprise.
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Rose, the President’s Oval Office assistant, turned out to be not nearly as dumb and pliable as Leo and the President had assumed. This became strikingly clear one day when she quietly informed them …in the aftermath of one her Oval Office weekly performance review and remedial training sessions, in which she had been caned and screwed bent naked over the Resolute Desk by both Leo and POTUS … that she had worked out how to record these sessions on the Resolute Desk recording system, and that copies of all ten of these sessions were on disks in her possession.
Rose was promptly nominated to replace Barbara Moore as US Ambassador to The Commonwealth of Providencia.
Her sudden nomination was of course held up in Committee by Senator Mo Fink, prompting Leo to order Josh Handelman to sit down with Rose and devise a strategy, modeled on the one he had devised for Barbara Moore’s nomination, that would get the Senator from Texas to cut her free. It worked, or so they thought.
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Speaking of cutting free, Barb’s husband, Roger, was successful in suing for divorce after learning of Barb’s infidelities with Leo McIntyre.
Closeted with one another at the Embassy residence in Providencia in the aftermath of learning of Barb abduction, he and Leo had been forced to spend time together, along with numerous bottles of fine Providencia rum liberated from the residence’s vast stores. And over time they overcame their animosities toward one another.
They marked time over those tense couple of days when her fate in the hands of the rebels hung in the balance by bouncing stories off one another about surprising her with towels when she exited the shower, about how kissing and sucking her nipples right and left in rapid succession would drive her absolutely wild with desire, and about how they both thought her tight little ass was the hottest thing around.
In the end, they became very good friends, and Leo persuaded Roger to give up playing political strategist for conservative nut-job candidates and come over to the good side as a special strategic assistant to the President’s re-election campaign.
Leo also promised to introduce Roger to Rose, the President’s Oval Office assistant. That, however, never quite worked out due to the unforeseen event mentioned above.
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As for Mo Fink … well, that’s the thing about Texans … such an irascible backward looking lot. After the midterm elections, he advanced to the height of his political ambitions: Senate Majority Leader. And promptly did everything he could under the sun to torpedo the administration’s political agenda … a crusade that kept him in DC far more than he would have preferred, knowing that Barb had successfully recruited a summer bounty of two new Pitcher College companions to the friendly confines of Pirate Cay. Not to mention his desire to get better acquainted with Rose, Providencia’s soon to be installed new U.S. Ambassador, whom he figured surely owed him a trick or two.
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Prime Minister Fred Bascome did eventually call for a free and fair election, but not until … just to ensure against fraudulent voting … he had all the voting machines ’fixed’.He of course emerged victorious with ninety-seven percent of the vote … a gain of five points over the previous election.
And, with its leadership decapitated in Robert’s lightning rescue raid, the PRFF had dissolved into irrelevance. The Commonwealth had returned to tranquility and, as a result, tourism had returned. Which meant Fred could reap the financial benefits derived from shaking down the Commonwealth’s tourist resorts, casinos and brothels. That, in turn, led to a sizable investment in infrastructure, including a facelift for Providencia International Airport … all good for the Prime Minister’s continued good political fortunes, as well as for his Swiss bank accounts.
In fact, he was feeling so pleased that in a magnanimous moment he decided to commute Kelly’s twenty-five year sentence to hard labor on Pirate Cay to a twelve year stint on the main island, where she would reside in Government House, serving out her time as his personal resident sex slave. It seemed a good move, given that the younger Barb’s sentence had been commuted, and that Robert was no longer around to oversee the labor. Besides, the boss would never forgive her for betraying him and would be happy to get her out of his sight now that the older Barb was in charge of the recruitment of new companions.
Big Fred always enjoyed making everyone happy, especially when the happiness extended to himself … and having Kelly all to himself was just that.
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Tara delivered a healthy baby boy. The boss knew that Pirate Cay was no place to raise a child, so he installed the baby in his New York townhouse under the care of a professional nanny that he hired. He flew up regularly to spend time there when he got bored with the life on Pirate Cay, which he did from time to time.
In the fall, Tara and Delia re-enrolled at Pitcher College. With the money they had earned, they moved out of the dorms and into a very nice turn of the century house on the street where the college bigwigs, including Dean Carter, lived. They quickly became bored with college life and the silly antics of the college-age men, which were even dumber than the antics of the guests at Pirate Cay. Tara also wanted to play a more active role in raising her child.
Following in the footsteps of Gates, Jobs and Zuckerberg, they dropped out of college and went into business, starting the first all-female hedge fund, which they set up in the boss's townhouse. With the business expertise they had acquired on Pirate Cay and the boss's connections it became a great success, attracting investments from wealthy women all over the world. Whenever they can find time to spare, they fly down to Pirate Cay to help newly recruited companions adjust to their roles...
Faced with such a momentous career decision, Barb had taken her time before giving the billionaire an answer. Not just a little time, but quite a lot of time. Almost three days in fact.
Three days in which she kept mostly to herself. When no one was at the pool or beach she would spend time there lying about. Otherwise she kept to her room, ordering meals in, and brooding. From time to time she would flash a middle finger at the unseen cameras she knew were recording her every move, including her most intimate private moments. She was generally pissed about everything and at everybody, and in her mind she felt she had every reason to feel that way.
Every so often, rather than going to the pool or the beach, she would take a solitary walk beyond the immediate grounds of the estate. And each time she did so, she would seek out a vantage point from which she could observe the labors of the two convicts, the younger of which she now knew to be her first cousin. She’d watch them for hours, straining and sweating over some pointless task … and more than once observed Robert meting out a vicious whipping for some minor infraction, real or fabricated, to her hapless young relative. On one occasion she even witnessed him sodomizing her over a fallen log … the image of which haunted her mind.
It was that image which also helped her make up her mind, motivating her to march uninvited into the billionaire’s office and announce that she was accepting his offer. She even acceded to allowing him to fuck her from behind bent over his desk to seal the deal.
On arrival in DC she had been granted an appointment at the White House and was ushered into the Oval Office, where she was warmly welcomed by POTUS and Leo, who offered effusive sympathies and apologies for her ordeal at the hands of the Providencia rebels. Although it was plain to see that their warmth had been tempered by their rather obvious apprehension over the possibility that she might leak what had happened to her to the press. She had assured them she would not, and sensed their immediate relief.
Leo had then offered to take her out for dinner at the Edgar for old time's sake. She had accepted and had afterwards allowed him to fuck her brains out up in her hotel room … for old time's sake. She even allowed him to spank her tight little, and she enjoyed having him do it to her too.
Later that spring she traveled to Pitcher College, and fulfilled the commitment she had made to the billionaire to work as his recruiter, successfully enticing a pair of hopelessly naive Pitcher Freshman girls to spend their summer as ‘companions’ on Pirate Cay. She also dutifully paid a courtesy call on Harley Carter, the billionaire’s pal and Dean of Student affairs at Pitcher, which included stripping down and servicing him on the floor behind his office desk … that was until the College Provost burst in on them unexpectedly. She never heard what became of that … or of Harley.
(@Fossy)***********
Barb’s first cousin, the younger Barbara Moore, was released as promised from her sentence of twenty-five years hard labor on Pirate Cay. Her sentence was commuted instead to twenty- five years of personally serving the billionaire. She eventually took on the roles of Delia and Tara after they left the island to return to the States. That summer she distinguished herself in the eyes of her employer by her thoroughness in breaking in the two newly arrived companions shipped down from Pitcher College by her older cousin, earning the billionaire’s respect and the prospect of one day receiving the same handsomely generous severance arrangements enjoyed by Delia and Tara.
**********
Robert died unexpectedly a day after Barb’s departure from Pirate Cay to offer her resignation in DC. The medical examiner listed the cause of death as a sudden brain hemorrhage, although the rumor was that the man had been poisoned. According to the rumor there was evidence, conveniently suppressed, that someone may have meddled with the array of training elixirs Robert kept in his bedroom.
Barb was said by her assistant Jimmy, to have had a peculiar look in her eye when she was informed of his death just prior to leaving the residence on the day of her flight to DC. The look expressed no sadness or surprise.
**********
Rose, the President’s Oval Office assistant, turned out to be not nearly as dumb and pliable as Leo and the President had assumed. This became strikingly clear one day when she quietly informed them …in the aftermath of one her Oval Office weekly performance review and remedial training sessions, in which she had been caned and screwed bent naked over the Resolute Desk by both Leo and POTUS … that she had worked out how to record these sessions on the Resolute Desk recording system, and that copies of all ten of these sessions were on disks in her possession.
Rose was promptly nominated to replace Barbara Moore as US Ambassador to The Commonwealth of Providencia.
Her sudden nomination was of course held up in Committee by Senator Mo Fink, prompting Leo to order Josh Handelman to sit down with Rose and devise a strategy, modeled on the one he had devised for Barbara Moore’s nomination, that would get the Senator from Texas to cut her free. It worked, or so they thought.
********
Speaking of cutting free, Barb’s husband, Roger, was successful in suing for divorce after learning of Barb’s infidelities with Leo McIntyre.
Closeted with one another at the Embassy residence in Providencia in the aftermath of learning of Barb abduction, he and Leo had been forced to spend time together, along with numerous bottles of fine Providencia rum liberated from the residence’s vast stores. And over time they overcame their animosities toward one another.
They marked time over those tense couple of days when her fate in the hands of the rebels hung in the balance by bouncing stories off one another about surprising her with towels when she exited the shower, about how kissing and sucking her nipples right and left in rapid succession would drive her absolutely wild with desire, and about how they both thought her tight little ass was the hottest thing around.
In the end, they became very good friends, and Leo persuaded Roger to give up playing political strategist for conservative nut-job candidates and come over to the good side as a special strategic assistant to the President’s re-election campaign.
Leo also promised to introduce Roger to Rose, the President’s Oval Office assistant. That, however, never quite worked out due to the unforeseen event mentioned above.
********
As for Mo Fink … well, that’s the thing about Texans … such an irascible backward looking lot. After the midterm elections, he advanced to the height of his political ambitions: Senate Majority Leader. And promptly did everything he could under the sun to torpedo the administration’s political agenda … a crusade that kept him in DC far more than he would have preferred, knowing that Barb had successfully recruited a summer bounty of two new Pitcher College companions to the friendly confines of Pirate Cay. Not to mention his desire to get better acquainted with Rose, Providencia’s soon to be installed new U.S. Ambassador, whom he figured surely owed him a trick or two.
********
Prime Minister Fred Bascome did eventually call for a free and fair election, but not until … just to ensure against fraudulent voting … he had all the voting machines ’fixed’.He of course emerged victorious with ninety-seven percent of the vote … a gain of five points over the previous election.
And, with its leadership decapitated in Robert’s lightning rescue raid, the PRFF had dissolved into irrelevance. The Commonwealth had returned to tranquility and, as a result, tourism had returned. Which meant Fred could reap the financial benefits derived from shaking down the Commonwealth’s tourist resorts, casinos and brothels. That, in turn, led to a sizable investment in infrastructure, including a facelift for Providencia International Airport … all good for the Prime Minister’s continued good political fortunes, as well as for his Swiss bank accounts.
In fact, he was feeling so pleased that in a magnanimous moment he decided to commute Kelly’s twenty-five year sentence to hard labor on Pirate Cay to a twelve year stint on the main island, where she would reside in Government House, serving out her time as his personal resident sex slave. It seemed a good move, given that the younger Barb’s sentence had been commuted, and that Robert was no longer around to oversee the labor. Besides, the boss would never forgive her for betraying him and would be happy to get her out of his sight now that the older Barb was in charge of the recruitment of new companions.
Big Fred always enjoyed making everyone happy, especially when the happiness extended to himself … and having Kelly all to himself was just that.
***
Tara delivered a healthy baby boy. The boss knew that Pirate Cay was no place to raise a child, so he installed the baby in his New York townhouse under the care of a professional nanny that he hired. He flew up regularly to spend time there when he got bored with the life on Pirate Cay, which he did from time to time.
In the fall, Tara and Delia re-enrolled at Pitcher College. With the money they had earned, they moved out of the dorms and into a very nice turn of the century house on the street where the college bigwigs, including Dean Carter, lived. They quickly became bored with college life and the silly antics of the college-age men, which were even dumber than the antics of the guests at Pirate Cay. Tara also wanted to play a more active role in raising her child.
Following in the footsteps of Gates, Jobs and Zuckerberg, they dropped out of college and went into business, starting the first all-female hedge fund, which they set up in the boss's townhouse. With the business expertise they had acquired on Pirate Cay and the boss's connections it became a great success, attracting investments from wealthy women all over the world. Whenever they can find time to spare, they fly down to Pirate Cay to help newly recruited companions adjust to their roles...
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montycrusto
Guest
Hard to believe any politician would act like that!
A fine tying up of loose ends @Barbaria1 congrats to you and @windar on a great ripping yarn full of action, adventure, whipping and wild sex…
you’ve kept us all totally entertained and inspired some of the worst limericks this site has ever seen!
Hard to believe any politician would act like that!
A fine tying up of loose ends @Barbaria1 congrats to you and @windar on a great ripping yarn full of action, adventure, whipping and wild sex…
As has the running commentary by @montycrusto and @twonines over on the limerick thread. Delightfully clever and funny.
Also a shout out to @Fossy and @settantuno for supplying some great illustrations.
A Yay for our poets and artists!!!!!
Loinclothslave
slave to the whip
I’m a bit sad it’s all over, a brilliant collaboration, thank you @windar and @Barbaria1
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Whew! Quite a wrap-up! Almost as verbose as one of my over-populated yarns. Well Done!
Thank you @windar and @Barbaria1, for a very good read. You took a series that had become a bit repetitive and infused (injected, impregnated?) new life in it! I enjoyed reading this very much.
Excellent business practice!
Babara is so sweet and nostalgic!
Be very careful what you wish for, Rose!
I'm sorry to be the one to complain. But after such fine, engaging and believable story, this strains credibility beyond the limits!
I said it before, you got to love Big Fred, such a sweet guy!
Thank you @windar and @Barbaria1, for a very good read. You took a series that had become a bit repetitive and infused (injected, impregnated?) new life in it! I enjoyed reading this very much.
You’ve never heard of anyone coming over from the dark side before?????
windar
Teller of Tales
Thanks for all the wonderful comments and limericks and art. It was a fun story to write and I hope to read. And, except for Robert, everyone made it through in more or less OK shape. Barb is much better suited for recruiting nubile young college students than she is for boring old Foggy Bottom. Hers is much moore tight and little than foggy.
And I really hope Tara and Delia are 100% truthful to their investors and don't end up in hot water....
And I really hope Tara and Delia are 100% truthful to their investors and don't end up in hot water....
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montycrusto
Guest
Thank you Barb! It starts here
https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/limericks.6708/post-635900
And goes on for about 16 pages, which, at 20 posts per page, is exactly… a fuck-ton of limericks
Not everyone’s cup of anthrax, I realise that!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Thank you Barb! It starts here
https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/limericks.6708/post-635900
And goes on for about 16 pages, which, at 20 posts per page, is exactly… a fuck-ton of limericks
Not everyone’s cup of anthrax, I realise that!
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Lucky old Rose ...
Delighted to see that the guys found common ground
To @Barbaria1 and @windar, thank you for an excellent yarn ... it was humorous, dramatic, panoramic and very erotic ... wonderful stuff.
And so on this day of Epilogues I will leave you with one more Manip as Old Barb readies herself to 'seal the deal' ...
My rear end at the end … how very appropriateAnd so on this day of Epilogues I will leave you with one more Manip as Old Barb readies herself to 'seal the deal' ...
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