windar
Teller of Tales
Sun, sand, palm trees, the soft waters of the Caribbean...Who doesn't love that? OK, a few of the broke college students lured to a rich man's private island as "Companions" have occasionally had to suffer whippings, depraved sexual exploitation, competitions where the losers pay a price, and other assorted torments, but the setting is lovely.
You may remember the first story in this series https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/spring-break-slaves.7852/
which left two of our poor students, Tara and Delia, on the island after their classes resumed, due to circumstances beyond their control. Well, one of their fellow classmates (initials BM) notices that they haven't returned and decides to investigate. You will hear from her soon (a few complaints, perhaps?), so you won't have to suffer endless chapters of my writing.
This story should stand on its own, but for those who haven't read the first in this series, that would probably enhance your enjoyment. Now, sit back, mix yourself a nice rum cocktail and enjoy...
Delia Ortiz looked up when Tara Malone came back into their room. She was stretched out on her belly on her bed. Like Tara, she was naked. Also like Tara, her back and buttocks still had the marks of the whipping they had each received the previous day, tied together face to face, sisters in suffering, as punishment for their last place finish in the pony cart races.
They had been here on Pirate Cay less than a week and already their days as roommates at Pitcher College seemed a lifetime away. There, an ordeal had been a hard calculus test or a term paper on some obscure 18th century novel, not being auctioned as sexual playthings for randy Wall Street bankers or being flogged for some inadvertent failure to please, whether real, or made up to provide an excuse for them to suffer for the amusement of the assembled audience.
And at Pitcher, though neither of them were prudes, they wouldn’t have been so casually naked in front of each other. Even hanging in their dorm room, they would have been wearing T shirts and panties. But on Pirate Cay, when you were ordered to strip, you did so quickly, without questioning the reason. Besides, even though the welts that the cruel leather whip had scored onto their bodies had healed almost miraculously from the cream that the resident doctor had applied to them, the skin was still too sore to bear the touch of even the softest cloth.
Besides, here on Pirate Cay, Tara and Delia had become lovers, something that, as close as they had been back at college, Tara had thought about, but hadn’t dared to act on.
“What did he want?” Delia asked.
Tara could tell that Delia had been worried when their employer had summoned Tara to his inner sanctum after dinner. On Pirate Cay, one could well suspect that wasn’t good.
“It was so weird, Dee,” Tara replied.
“He wanted a blowjob? No, sorry, what would be weird is if he didn’t.”
“He didn’t, but that wasn’t the weird thing.” Dee looked at her strangely. “He wants to knock me up.”
“Get outta here!” Dee exclaimed.
‘You can take the girl out of the Bronx, but you can’t take the Bronx out of the girl,” Tara thought.
“That’s crazy! Why did he pick you? I mean, you’re great, Tara, but he barely knows you and as rich as he is he could have anybody, you’d think, like a movie star or a model.”
“He said that our DNA matched and that our kid will be some kind of genius who will rule the world.”
“He tested your DNA?”
“All of ours, Dee. They got it off of our water glasses at dinner. And he says mine is super Grade A1.” Tara couldn’t help feeling a bit proud of this, even though there was nothing she had done to accomplish this feat.
“So what did you tell him?”
“I didn’t feel I had much choice. You know what happens if you say no around here. I’m not up for another whipping or God knows what that might be even worse.”
“So, how are they going to do this? Artificial insemination? You jerk him off into a tube and the doctor sticks it up your girl parts?”
“He didn’t say, but I got the sense he wants to do it the old fashioned way.”
“Ewww!” Delia exclaimed. “Lucky you.”
“Well, you know, he’s not that bad looking, at least for an older guy. And he has a certain presence. I don’t know how to describe it, but you just find yourself listening to him.”
“A billion dollars will do that.”
“That doesn’t hurt, but I think he’d stand out in a crowd even if he was poor. Anyway, that means I’ll be staying here for a while. Like 9 months, I guess, maybe a bit more, depending how long it takes for me to, you know.”
“But what about school?”
“He’ll arrange a leave of absence. After that, he’ll raise the baby with nannies or whatever so I can go back to my life. He’ll pay off my student loans and give me a full scholarship and a bunch of money.”
“Tara Malone, you’re not seriously thinking about becoming a brood mare for this man? And you’re going to spend the next year in this hell hole?”
“It’s not a really hell hole, Dee. The beach is wonderful, the food is terrific and this room is ten times nicer than the dorm and a hundred times nicer than my Mom’s trailer.”
“Sure. All paid for with floggings and sex with his charming guests whether you’re in the mood or not.”
“He said no one else will be allowed to have me. I mean, he wants the baby to be his, right? And I don’t think he’ll have me whipped while I’m pregnant.”
“Dream on, girlfriend! He’ll do whatever the fuck he wants. Count on it. Thank God he picked you, not me.”
“Well…” Tara hesitated. She felt a bit ashamed that her mentioning Delia to him might have given him the idea to decree that she should stay as well to keep Tara company. Of course, it’s likely that he had planned that all along anyway as a gift to his good pal, the Right Honourable Sir Frederick Bascome, the Prime Minister of Providentia, the Caribbean island nation to which Pirate Cay belonged. Big Fred, as he liked to be called, both for his overall girth and that of his male appendage, had taken a shine to Delia. Nevertheless, Tara couldn’t rule out that her asking about Delia had put the idea in their employer’s head.
“What?” Delia asked, alarmed.
“He wants you to stay here, too, so that I’ll have company. He worries that if I get depressed and lonely it will be bad for our project. Also, he says the Prime Minister likes you and will appreciate it if you stay.”
“No way, Jose! You do what you want, but I’m outta here!”
“You’re going to go in there and tell him no? Good luck with that. The wounds from our last flogging have just barely healed and you’re going to ask for another one?”
Delia thought for a minute. “No, but since he likes you so much, you go in there and tell him that we’re not a package deal and that you can handle things here by yourself. You have Kelly for company anyway.”
Tara rolled her eyes. “Oh, God, that bitch! I’d rather have a boa constrictor for company.” Kelly Winters was his long-time assistant, the one who had personally recruited them to come down here. “Come on, Dee, we’re the Two Musketeers. The Dynamic Duo. We can face anything as long as we’re together. Besides, it’s not like you really have a choice, do you?”
“Fuck that, Tara! And fuck him and fuck Kelly and fuck Big Fred and fuck Pirate Cay!” Delia balled up her hands and pounded the mattress with each imprecation. Tara knew how she felt. But she had lost the will to resist by this point. Resistance only brought pain.
Besides, who was she, or Delia for that matter, to resist someone as rich and powerful and knowledgeable as him? It wasn’t like either of their lives had been so fantastic before they came to Pirate Cay. If they had been, they wouldn’t have come. But they were here, and here, obedience was required, so she would obey. And Delia would do well to do the same.
Tara moved over to Dee’s bed. There was just enough room for her to lie down, also on her belly to protect the still sensitive skin on her back and buttocks. Dee’s skin felt good next to hers, their hips and thighs just touching. She reached out to trace her hand gently over the almost healed welts across her friend’s upper back.
“Come on, Dee,” she whispered. “It won’t be so bad. Sun and sand, and the soft waves breaking on the beach. “
“I really was looking forward to going back to Pitcher.”
“There’s probably two feet of snow on the ground there. And not that nice fluffy stuff. No it’s probably all brown and crusty.”
“Yeah, but I won’t have to fuck dirty old men or eat out that nasty bitch, Kelly, there.”
“Oh, come on, Big Fred isn’t so bad. He’s kind of funny. And Kelly usually returns the favor and she knows what she’s doing. And we weren’t lovers there.”
“Yeah, but we could have been. Why didn’t we do it there, Tara?”
“I don’t know. I sort of wanted to, but I was afraid to ask. Here on Pirate Cay, you don’t need to ask; that kind of thing seems to just happen.”
Delia turned to look at her friend. “Yeah, it sort of does, I guess.”
Tara took her friends face in her hands and brushed the hair out of her eyes. “So, you’re not mad at me?”
“Well, maybe a little. Mad at your DNA anyway, because it means we can’t go home.”
“But it’s not my fault my DNA is so great. Or so great with his. There’s nothing I can do about that, is there?”
“No, I guess not,” Delia admitted.
“So we’re still friends, still the Two Musketeers, ready for anything?”
“Yeah,” Delia replied. “Sure.”
Tara pulled Delia’s face towards her and kissed her hard on the mouth. She felt a tingle running down her spine as her breast brushed against Delia’s breast. Delia returned the kiss, reaching out to stroke Tara’s hair.
Tara moved down to her lover’s neck, planting small kisses as she descended. Reaching Delia’s back, she encountered the first of the welts where the supple leather of the whip they had both endured had carved its mark into her skin. Only a trace of the angry inflammation was left, thanks to the doctor’s miraculous cream.
Tara let her tongue trace the faint, but still noticeable, line down her lover’s back. Dee sighed. “That doesn’t hurt, does it?” Tara asked.
“No, it feels good.”
When that line ran out, Tara found another one, letting her tongue lick across Delia’s shoulder blades and onto the side of her breast, where the tip of the whip had scored the flesh. Then, she moved down to Delia’s buttocks where a number of mostly healed welts crossed the succulent globes.
Tara let her tongue trace a few of the lines, inhaling her lover’s scent. She knew that Delia was right; that even with him having selected her that some hard tests still likely lay ahead, but together they would come through it, as they had come through their ordeal so far.
“I don’t suppose you want to roll over onto your back?” Tara asked.
“I don’t think so,” Dee replied. “Still too sore.”
“Then get up on all fours.” Delia pushed her torso up, supporting her weight on her hands and knees. Tara kissed her way down Delia’s ass until she reached the pouting lips of her friend’s pussy. She slid down the bed until her face was right against Dee’s crotch.
Tara reached down with both hands and spread Delia’s legs apart, giving her full access to her friend’s most intimate parts. Slowly, she ran her tongue up and down her lover’s slit. Delia moaned with pleasure.
Tara reached her hand up and spread the outer labia apart. Then, she just brushed the tip of her tongue against Delia’s clit before quickly pulling it away. Delia gasped. “You like that?” Tara asked.
“Do you really have to ask?” Dee replied.
“Then, I’ll do it again,” Tara said, flicking her tongue out again, just making contact. She felt Delia’s body shiver. “So, you’ll be good and do as he says and not get us into trouble?” she asked.
“Sure, Tara, whatever. Just stop teasing me and get down to business.” Satisfied that Delia meant it, at least for the moment, Tara reached her tongue out again, but, this time, she didn’t pull it away, but kept it inside Dee’s slit, moving it slowly up and down, lingering at the top with each pass to circle the sensitive bud.
“Oh, yes!” Dee moaned. “Please don’t stop. Please…”
And Tara didn’t stop. In fact she kept going, listening to her lover’s breathing, feeling her ass wriggling as the pleasure mounted, feeling Dee’s thighs pressing against her head to make sure that the she kept the delicious pressure against Dee’s clit.
“Oh, I’m going to come!” Delia exclaimed. It took only a moment longer before Delia yelled “Fuck! Oh, shit!” as her ass thrusted rhythmically against Tara’s head and her feet kicked madly against the mattress.
Tara kept the stimulation going as her friend’s gyrations slowly ebbed, then finally withdrew from between her legs and slid back up the bed. Delia lowered her torso to lie flat next to Tara, her skin slightly damp with sweat. She turned her head to look at Tara.
“So, it isn’t all pain and suffering here, right? We’ll survive, won’t we?” Tara said.
“I guess we will,” Delia replied. “I suppose you’ll want me to return the favor?”
“Do chickens have lips?”
“I don’t know about chickens,” Delia said. “But we do.” And, with that, she pulled Tara towards her and kissed her hard.
You may remember the first story in this series https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/spring-break-slaves.7852/
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which left two of our poor students, Tara and Delia, on the island after their classes resumed, due to circumstances beyond their control. Well, one of their fellow classmates (initials BM) notices that they haven't returned and decides to investigate. You will hear from her soon (a few complaints, perhaps?), so you won't have to suffer endless chapters of my writing.
This story should stand on its own, but for those who haven't read the first in this series, that would probably enhance your enjoyment. Now, sit back, mix yourself a nice rum cocktail and enjoy...
CHAPTER ONE
Delia Ortiz looked up when Tara Malone came back into their room. She was stretched out on her belly on her bed. Like Tara, she was naked. Also like Tara, her back and buttocks still had the marks of the whipping they had each received the previous day, tied together face to face, sisters in suffering, as punishment for their last place finish in the pony cart races.
They had been here on Pirate Cay less than a week and already their days as roommates at Pitcher College seemed a lifetime away. There, an ordeal had been a hard calculus test or a term paper on some obscure 18th century novel, not being auctioned as sexual playthings for randy Wall Street bankers or being flogged for some inadvertent failure to please, whether real, or made up to provide an excuse for them to suffer for the amusement of the assembled audience.
And at Pitcher, though neither of them were prudes, they wouldn’t have been so casually naked in front of each other. Even hanging in their dorm room, they would have been wearing T shirts and panties. But on Pirate Cay, when you were ordered to strip, you did so quickly, without questioning the reason. Besides, even though the welts that the cruel leather whip had scored onto their bodies had healed almost miraculously from the cream that the resident doctor had applied to them, the skin was still too sore to bear the touch of even the softest cloth.
Besides, here on Pirate Cay, Tara and Delia had become lovers, something that, as close as they had been back at college, Tara had thought about, but hadn’t dared to act on.
“What did he want?” Delia asked.
Tara could tell that Delia had been worried when their employer had summoned Tara to his inner sanctum after dinner. On Pirate Cay, one could well suspect that wasn’t good.
“It was so weird, Dee,” Tara replied.
“He wanted a blowjob? No, sorry, what would be weird is if he didn’t.”
“He didn’t, but that wasn’t the weird thing.” Dee looked at her strangely. “He wants to knock me up.”
“Get outta here!” Dee exclaimed.
‘You can take the girl out of the Bronx, but you can’t take the Bronx out of the girl,” Tara thought.
“That’s crazy! Why did he pick you? I mean, you’re great, Tara, but he barely knows you and as rich as he is he could have anybody, you’d think, like a movie star or a model.”
“He said that our DNA matched and that our kid will be some kind of genius who will rule the world.”
“He tested your DNA?”
“All of ours, Dee. They got it off of our water glasses at dinner. And he says mine is super Grade A1.” Tara couldn’t help feeling a bit proud of this, even though there was nothing she had done to accomplish this feat.
“So what did you tell him?”
“I didn’t feel I had much choice. You know what happens if you say no around here. I’m not up for another whipping or God knows what that might be even worse.”
“So, how are they going to do this? Artificial insemination? You jerk him off into a tube and the doctor sticks it up your girl parts?”
“He didn’t say, but I got the sense he wants to do it the old fashioned way.”
“Ewww!” Delia exclaimed. “Lucky you.”
“Well, you know, he’s not that bad looking, at least for an older guy. And he has a certain presence. I don’t know how to describe it, but you just find yourself listening to him.”
“A billion dollars will do that.”
“That doesn’t hurt, but I think he’d stand out in a crowd even if he was poor. Anyway, that means I’ll be staying here for a while. Like 9 months, I guess, maybe a bit more, depending how long it takes for me to, you know.”
“But what about school?”
“He’ll arrange a leave of absence. After that, he’ll raise the baby with nannies or whatever so I can go back to my life. He’ll pay off my student loans and give me a full scholarship and a bunch of money.”
“Tara Malone, you’re not seriously thinking about becoming a brood mare for this man? And you’re going to spend the next year in this hell hole?”
“It’s not a really hell hole, Dee. The beach is wonderful, the food is terrific and this room is ten times nicer than the dorm and a hundred times nicer than my Mom’s trailer.”
“Sure. All paid for with floggings and sex with his charming guests whether you’re in the mood or not.”
“He said no one else will be allowed to have me. I mean, he wants the baby to be his, right? And I don’t think he’ll have me whipped while I’m pregnant.”
“Dream on, girlfriend! He’ll do whatever the fuck he wants. Count on it. Thank God he picked you, not me.”
“Well…” Tara hesitated. She felt a bit ashamed that her mentioning Delia to him might have given him the idea to decree that she should stay as well to keep Tara company. Of course, it’s likely that he had planned that all along anyway as a gift to his good pal, the Right Honourable Sir Frederick Bascome, the Prime Minister of Providentia, the Caribbean island nation to which Pirate Cay belonged. Big Fred, as he liked to be called, both for his overall girth and that of his male appendage, had taken a shine to Delia. Nevertheless, Tara couldn’t rule out that her asking about Delia had put the idea in their employer’s head.
“What?” Delia asked, alarmed.
“He wants you to stay here, too, so that I’ll have company. He worries that if I get depressed and lonely it will be bad for our project. Also, he says the Prime Minister likes you and will appreciate it if you stay.”
“No way, Jose! You do what you want, but I’m outta here!”
“You’re going to go in there and tell him no? Good luck with that. The wounds from our last flogging have just barely healed and you’re going to ask for another one?”
Delia thought for a minute. “No, but since he likes you so much, you go in there and tell him that we’re not a package deal and that you can handle things here by yourself. You have Kelly for company anyway.”
Tara rolled her eyes. “Oh, God, that bitch! I’d rather have a boa constrictor for company.” Kelly Winters was his long-time assistant, the one who had personally recruited them to come down here. “Come on, Dee, we’re the Two Musketeers. The Dynamic Duo. We can face anything as long as we’re together. Besides, it’s not like you really have a choice, do you?”
“Fuck that, Tara! And fuck him and fuck Kelly and fuck Big Fred and fuck Pirate Cay!” Delia balled up her hands and pounded the mattress with each imprecation. Tara knew how she felt. But she had lost the will to resist by this point. Resistance only brought pain.
Besides, who was she, or Delia for that matter, to resist someone as rich and powerful and knowledgeable as him? It wasn’t like either of their lives had been so fantastic before they came to Pirate Cay. If they had been, they wouldn’t have come. But they were here, and here, obedience was required, so she would obey. And Delia would do well to do the same.
Tara moved over to Dee’s bed. There was just enough room for her to lie down, also on her belly to protect the still sensitive skin on her back and buttocks. Dee’s skin felt good next to hers, their hips and thighs just touching. She reached out to trace her hand gently over the almost healed welts across her friend’s upper back.
“Come on, Dee,” she whispered. “It won’t be so bad. Sun and sand, and the soft waves breaking on the beach. “
“I really was looking forward to going back to Pitcher.”
“There’s probably two feet of snow on the ground there. And not that nice fluffy stuff. No it’s probably all brown and crusty.”
“Yeah, but I won’t have to fuck dirty old men or eat out that nasty bitch, Kelly, there.”
“Oh, come on, Big Fred isn’t so bad. He’s kind of funny. And Kelly usually returns the favor and she knows what she’s doing. And we weren’t lovers there.”
“Yeah, but we could have been. Why didn’t we do it there, Tara?”
“I don’t know. I sort of wanted to, but I was afraid to ask. Here on Pirate Cay, you don’t need to ask; that kind of thing seems to just happen.”
Delia turned to look at her friend. “Yeah, it sort of does, I guess.”
Tara took her friends face in her hands and brushed the hair out of her eyes. “So, you’re not mad at me?”
“Well, maybe a little. Mad at your DNA anyway, because it means we can’t go home.”
“But it’s not my fault my DNA is so great. Or so great with his. There’s nothing I can do about that, is there?”
“No, I guess not,” Delia admitted.
“So we’re still friends, still the Two Musketeers, ready for anything?”
“Yeah,” Delia replied. “Sure.”
Tara pulled Delia’s face towards her and kissed her hard on the mouth. She felt a tingle running down her spine as her breast brushed against Delia’s breast. Delia returned the kiss, reaching out to stroke Tara’s hair.
Tara moved down to her lover’s neck, planting small kisses as she descended. Reaching Delia’s back, she encountered the first of the welts where the supple leather of the whip they had both endured had carved its mark into her skin. Only a trace of the angry inflammation was left, thanks to the doctor’s miraculous cream.
Tara let her tongue trace the faint, but still noticeable, line down her lover’s back. Dee sighed. “That doesn’t hurt, does it?” Tara asked.
“No, it feels good.”
When that line ran out, Tara found another one, letting her tongue lick across Delia’s shoulder blades and onto the side of her breast, where the tip of the whip had scored the flesh. Then, she moved down to Delia’s buttocks where a number of mostly healed welts crossed the succulent globes.
Tara let her tongue trace a few of the lines, inhaling her lover’s scent. She knew that Delia was right; that even with him having selected her that some hard tests still likely lay ahead, but together they would come through it, as they had come through their ordeal so far.
“I don’t suppose you want to roll over onto your back?” Tara asked.
“I don’t think so,” Dee replied. “Still too sore.”
“Then get up on all fours.” Delia pushed her torso up, supporting her weight on her hands and knees. Tara kissed her way down Delia’s ass until she reached the pouting lips of her friend’s pussy. She slid down the bed until her face was right against Dee’s crotch.
Tara reached down with both hands and spread Delia’s legs apart, giving her full access to her friend’s most intimate parts. Slowly, she ran her tongue up and down her lover’s slit. Delia moaned with pleasure.
Tara reached her hand up and spread the outer labia apart. Then, she just brushed the tip of her tongue against Delia’s clit before quickly pulling it away. Delia gasped. “You like that?” Tara asked.
“Do you really have to ask?” Dee replied.
“Then, I’ll do it again,” Tara said, flicking her tongue out again, just making contact. She felt Delia’s body shiver. “So, you’ll be good and do as he says and not get us into trouble?” she asked.
“Sure, Tara, whatever. Just stop teasing me and get down to business.” Satisfied that Delia meant it, at least for the moment, Tara reached her tongue out again, but, this time, she didn’t pull it away, but kept it inside Dee’s slit, moving it slowly up and down, lingering at the top with each pass to circle the sensitive bud.
“Oh, yes!” Dee moaned. “Please don’t stop. Please…”
And Tara didn’t stop. In fact she kept going, listening to her lover’s breathing, feeling her ass wriggling as the pleasure mounted, feeling Dee’s thighs pressing against her head to make sure that the she kept the delicious pressure against Dee’s clit.
“Oh, I’m going to come!” Delia exclaimed. It took only a moment longer before Delia yelled “Fuck! Oh, shit!” as her ass thrusted rhythmically against Tara’s head and her feet kicked madly against the mattress.
Tara kept the stimulation going as her friend’s gyrations slowly ebbed, then finally withdrew from between her legs and slid back up the bed. Delia lowered her torso to lie flat next to Tara, her skin slightly damp with sweat. She turned her head to look at Tara.
“So, it isn’t all pain and suffering here, right? We’ll survive, won’t we?” Tara said.
“I guess we will,” Delia replied. “I suppose you’ll want me to return the favor?”
“Do chickens have lips?”
“I don’t know about chickens,” Delia said. “But we do.” And, with that, she pulled Tara towards her and kissed her hard.
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