28.
“Here they come now, gentlemen,” he said to the assembled men-the Prime Minister, the Senator, Dean Carter and Robert. They all turned to stare at the procession entering the great room. Leading the way was the doctor, dressed for this occasion, not in her lab coat, but in a low cut T shirt that showed off her assets, and a knee-length batik skirt.
She was smiling, which suggested that she had not found anything of concern in her examination of Barb. He had been a bit concerned at the time the examination had taken, but perhaps she was just being thorough.
Then, he saw, or thought he saw, the doctor wink at him. It seemed it had been a very thorough examination, indeed. He would have to check out the video from the clinic when he had a free moment.
Following the doctor were Delia and Barb, arm in arm. Delia was also wearing a low-cut T shirt that showed off her even more apparent assets and a skirt that stopped well above her knees. Delia was smiling. Perhaps she had assisted the doctor in her examination.
Barb looked lovely in her little black dress and sandals. She wasn’t smiling as broadly as the doctor and Delia, which was understandable given the ordeal she had been through, but she didn’t look unhappy either.
Waddling a bit behind was Tara in a summer weight maternity dress. Looking at her, he couldn’t help but be glad that nature had designed things such that he had the fun of creating his heir and the hard work was left to the female of the species.
As the women approached the group of assembled men, he started clapping. The others joined in. The Senator began crooning to the tune from the Miss America Pageant that Bert Parks had sung back in the day, “There She Is, Our Ambassador, There She Is, Safe and Sound”. The humor was probably lost on the women who were too young to remember and wouldn’t have watched beauty pageants anyway, but the boss and the Dean roared with laughter.
As the laughter died down, the boss stepped into the role of gracious host. “Ambassador Moore, I know you have met the Prime Minister and Senator Fink, but let me introduce an old friend of the Senator’s and mine, Harley Carter, Dean of Students at our alma mater, Pitcher College.”
“Harley,” he continued, “This is Barbara Moore, representative of our great country to the Commonwealth of Providencia. It’s her rescue from those vicious terrorist thugs by Robert and his brave comrades that we are celebrating tonight.”
The Dean looked Barb up and down. Knowing him, the billionaire suspected that he was imagining her naked, bent over a caning frame, her welted ass just begging to be opened wide by his rampant cock.
The Dean took her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Moore. I’m so glad you are OK.” He’d been coached not to mention the interesting co-incidence of her name and that of the former aspiring journalism student at Pitcher, who now toiled under the merciless sun and the cruel lash right here on Pirate Cay, to a fair extent because of the confession the Dean had extracted from her.
“She’s very strong, quite impressive endurance,” the doctor said.
Barb smiled. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dean Carter. I’ve gotten to spend a little time with these two students of yours and I’m very impressed,” she said, indicating Tara and Delia.
“Yes, we expect big things from our current generation of Pitcher students. They are well placed to follow in the footsteps of such successful alumni as our host and the Senator.”
Before the mutual admiration could go much further, one of the staff, a middle-aged local man dressed in braided livery, approached bearing a tray with two bottles of champagne in an ice bucket surrounded by a dozen or so long-stemmed crystal glasses. He placed the tray on an end table and departed silently.
The boss picked up one of the bottles-Louis Roederer Cristal, one of the better vintages-removed the wire from around the cork and slowly twisted until he heard that most satisfying pop. Carefully tilting the long, slim flute, he poured the effervescent liquid into the first glass, handing it to Barb.
He continued pouring. When he offered a glass to Tara, she looked at the doctor. “I think she can have a few sips to celebrate this special occasion,” the doctor said. Tara accepted the glass.
When everyone had been served, he lifted his glass, “First, a toast to our Ambassador, Ms. Barbara Moore. Never has our country been more capably or, may I take the liberty of saying, more attractively represented. We are so happy that she is safe and sound and here to celebrate amongst friends.” He took a sip, and everyone followed suit.
“But the real hero here, without whom the Ambassador would be suffering unspeakable horrors in the hands of those terrorists, is our brave Marine, Robert.” He took another sip.
Robert bowed. “Thank you boss. I was just doing my duty to my country,” he said, looking at the Prime Minister.
Big Fred smiled and reached into his pocket. “On behalf of the citizens of Providencia, I want to present you with the Gold Cross for Bravery.” He walked over to Robert and pinned the medal to his shirt, over his heart.
“Thank you, Mr. Prime Minister. I couldn’t have accomplished the rescue without my team of brave comrades. I consider that I am accepting this medal on their behalf.”
“Perhaps at a later date, I will have them over to the Prime Minister’s residence to thank them in person, but I trust they have been well-rewarded.”
“You might say so,” the boss said, winking. And, in fact, while this operation had cost him plenty, it had been worth it. Big Fred owed him even more now and the US Government would be less than anxious to harass him with their investigations for fear of exposing their failed attempt to free the Ambassador.
In the meantime, she was here and they would see how far she would go to show her gratitude for being rescued. And he would enjoy every minute of that, as would his friends.
Before that, though, there was dinner-perfectly aged steaks flown in from an excellent butcher shop in Georgetown, loaded onto the plane when it had stopped at Dulles to pick up the Senator, a great variety of side dishes made with Providencia’s finest local products and a very potent rum cake, of which the doctor only permitted Tara a small bite.
All of it was accompanied by a selection of vintage wines from some of the finest wine growing areas of the world-France, California, upstate New York- followed by cognac. The Dean, who was sitting at Barb’s right hand, kept her glass full.
The Senator entertained Barb by trashing his colleagues as a bunch of tin-plated phonies who didn’t believe most of what they felt obliged to say in public. “Except for that asshole from Vermont, perhaps,” he added. Barb couldn’t help laughing at some of his stories about the goings on inside the Beltway, although she frowned in response to his last remark.
Satiated, at least for the moment, the host leaned back in his chair. “You know, Barb, Pirate Cay is a special place. I have been blessed with enough money to live anywhere I choose and this is where I have chosen to spend my time.”
Barb smiled. “Yes, I can see why you would have. It’s lovely.”
“I come here every chance I get,” the Senator said.
“So I’ve heard,” Barb replied, recalling her meeting with him back in DC.
“And like all special places, we have our unique ways, our little rituals. Things we do here that we don’t do or talk about in the outside world.”
“You remember, Barb,” Tara interjected. “What happens on Pirate Cay…”
“Stays on Pirate Cay!” she continued, joined by Delia and the doctor.
Barb laughed and said, “So, I’ve heard.”
“Well, not just heard, Barb,” the boss said. “You got to participate, at least somewhat, the last time you were here. And I’ve heard from reliable sources,” he looked at Tara and Delia, “That you were- how shall I put this-intrigued by the experience.”
Barb blushed and he didn’t think it was just the champagne she had consumed.
“Yeah, Barb, admit it, you were turned on,” Delia said.
Barb shook her head. “No, it was wrong. Those two poor girls.”
“Those two poor girls, as you call them, are murderers,” Big Fred pointed out.
“Yes, but to hurt them like that…”
“How do you know how much it hurt?” Tara asked.
Barb stared at her. “Do you think they were faking? I mean when I whipped them it probably didn’t hurt, but when Robert did, they were writhing around on the post.”
“Yeah, it hurts,” Delia said. “A lot. But it’s also, I don’t know, kind of exciting, a challenge to see how you can take it. The thing is, you’ll never know unless you experience it for yourself.”
“Thanks, but I experienced enough pain with those terrorists to last me for a few lifetimes,” Barb said.
“Barb, this is totally different,” the boss said. “They were evil, vicious criminals using you to extract concessions. Here you are among friends who wish you no harm. And it will all be medically supervised to keep you safe.”
The doctor nodded. “Of course. I can assure you that we haven’t lost a single person yet.”
Barb looked very dubious.
“Remember, Barb, without Robert, you ‘d still be in the hands of those terrorists,” the Senator pointed out. “Maybe even dead. And who do you think organized and paid for it all. Show a little gratitude.”
Robert nodded affirmatively, looking searchingly at Barb as though he expected her to agree.
“Barb,” Dean Carter interjected. “You went to the University of Minnesota, if I’m not mistaken?” Barb nodded. “A state school, not a private college like Pitcher, but still a fine institution.”
“Yes, it was. I got an excellent education there,” she replied. “But what does that have to do with anything?”
“Did you pledge to a sorority there?”
“No,” Barb replied. “I went to a couple of their parties, but I never pledged.”
“But I’m sure you know they had their initiation rituals, paddling, tests of endurance and the like,” the Dean said.
“Sure, but,” Barb replied.
“Think of this as an initiation into the Pirate Cay sorority,” the Dean added.
“Yeah, we’ve all done it,” Tara said. “You can’t really be one of us unless you go through it.”
“What would you want …uh … want me to do exactly?” Barb asked hesitatingly.
“Robert, why don’t you bring out the caning frame?” the boss suggested. “ I’ve always preferred showing to telling. Mo, would you give him a hand, please?”
The Senator and Robert left the great room and returned shortly carrying a solid-looking wooden trestle. They placed it on the floor some distance from the dining table, facing the couches and armchairs in the sitting area.
“Now, Delia, why don’t you show her how it’s done?” the boss proposed.
“Sure,” Delia replied, getting to her feet and walking over to the frame. Speaking loud enough that the people at the table could hear, she laid her body over the trestle. “You just lie over it like this, so your ass is sticking out and we’ll attach your hands and feet with these straps,” she explained, indicating the thick leather straps at the bottom of each of the legs. “Then we put this thick strap around your waist and you’re ready to go. Of course you’ll be naked, but you get the idea.”
“Naked?” Barb said. “I don’t think so.”
“Barb,” the billionaire said. “Here at Pirate Cay, we aren’t ashamed of our bodies. Certainly yours is quite lovely. And we’ve all seen it. Tara and Delia, certainly, and Doc, of course. When Robert rescued you, you were naked, though he was thoughtful enough to have brought you clothes to wear for the helicopter. Unfortunately, the terrorists forced Fred and me to watch them doing unspeakable things to your naked body. The Senator and the Dean have seen the video. So there are no secrets here and no shame.”
“Come on Barb, we’ll get naked, too,” Delia urged. She walked back towards the table, discarding her T shirt as she went and unfastening the bra that barely contained her large breasts.
“Yeah,” Tara said, standing. “Let’s get naked,” and pulled the maternity dress over her head. The doctor stood and began disrobing as well. Soon, all three women were completely nude.
They stood together in a row, arms around each others’ waists. They made a lovely sight-Delia, with her large breasts, Tara with her bulging belly and the doctor, whose coffee-colored skin glowed under the lights that shone down from the high ceiling.
“Come on, Barb, come join us!” the doctor urged.
“Yes, Barb, then you’ll be part of the sorority,” Tara said.
Slowly, reluctantly, Barb got to her feet. “Let’s help her,” Tara said. The naked women surrounded Barb, unzipping her dress and slipping it over her head. Soon, she was naked, and quite visibly uncomfortable with it … attempting to cover herself with arms and hands.
Ignoring her hesitancy, the doctor took one arm and Delia took the other and they led her to the frame.
The doctor and Delia knelt, while Tara pushed on Barb’s back, and they quickly had her secured to the frame before she really could get a handle on her feelings. She was on full display, her legs shoulder length apart, bent at the waist, her tight little ass in the air, and her pussy and butt cheeks spread open.
“There, Barb, all done,” the doctor said, standing. “Don’t worry; we’ll be right here with you.” The three naked women stood in a row in front of Barb.
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The billionaire looked around. “There aren’t enough females here to take care of all of us. Robert when you go get your cane, would you bring Barb and Kelly here? And hose them down well. I’m sure they stink after working in the sun all day.”
“Sure, Boss,” Robert replied. “This is going to be my kind of party.”
Barb looked back over her shoulder at her host. “Barb? Kelly?” Who the hell are they?”
“They are those two criminals who you whipped when you were here before. I feed them and house them-if you can call the scraps they get food and if you can call the great outdoors where they sleep a house-so, they can entertain us .”
“One of them is called Barb?” she asked.
“It’s a very common name, my dear,” the Dean assured her. “Now you just relax.”