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Spring Break Slaves 2: Reporting from Pirate Cay

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Dinner that evening on Pirate Cay was formal. Every now and then the boss wanted it that way. The table was candle lit from an overhead antique wrought-iron chandelier and set for eight, with a place laid at each end and places for three laid on each side. Liveried servants hovered nearby as courses and drinks were served, the main dish being succulent prime rib, while the gentle strains of a Bach concerto were piped into the dining area.

The men at the table wore dinner jackets and ties. The girls were dressed in expensive, eye-catching 'fashion creations', each engineered to offer a titillating exposure of female anatomy ... exactly the kind of erotic fashion tease designers create to be flaunted by aspiring Hollywood starlets on the red carpet.

The boss was seated at the head of the table, with Tara dressed in a sequined red, body-clinging dress seated nearest him on his right. Immediately next to her was Robert, looking handsomely square-jawed and ‘James Bond-ish’ in a fashionable new beard he had been nurturing. And to Robert’s right sat Kelly, wearing a dark maroon backless evening dress that featured a sheer diagonal ‘nipple-revealing’ panel across one breast.

On the opposite side, Barb was sandwiched between the Senator and Big Fred, on her right and left respectively. She wore an extremely short black cocktail dress, with a deeply plunging front neckline held precariously in place by string shoulder ties that had the Senator leaning forward as often as he could to catch sideways glimpses of treasures barely hidden. Big Fred, on the other hand, chose the more circumspect action of laying, beneath the table, his big meaty hand at the very top of her exposed upper thigh with his pinky pressed tight against the silky sheer crotch panel of her black thong. Every so often he’d amuse himself by giving her thigh a gentle squeeze, and watching her jump in reaction.

At the foot of the table sat Delia, who was more elegantly dressed by the standards of the other three girls’ attire. Hers was a long emerald green, revivalist recreation of an ‘empire style’ dress, under which a push-up bra swelled her ample breasts both against and above its décolletage neckline in a manner that might have even made the upper classes of the 17th century blush.

As the chocolate mousse dessert was being cleared, the boss quieted conversation with a tapping of his fork against his crystal wine glass.

“Attention everyone,” he intoned. “I have an interesting little diversion to share with you all.”

After which he began passing a series of glossy photos around the table.

“Why it’s Barb’s and Kelly’s night at the Pen!” laughed Tara, who was the first to receive them. “Wow, look at you two! You look thoroughly fucked and deep-throated. Must have been quite a night!”

Both Robert and Kelly passed the photos on with no comment, but Delia couldn’t suppress a giggle. “Barb, judging by all that cum dripping from your chin in this shot, you must have had to swallow quite a lot, huh?”

Barb barely glanced at the photos as the Prime Minister handed them to her, passing them swiftly on to the Senator who spread them out on the table before him for careful study.

“Love the way they strung the two of you up,” he commented after a few moments, tapping a forefinger on one of the photos. “You look like you’re under quite a bit of strain there. I like that. And these closeups of your sweet buggered pussies are priceless. The rear views are magnificent! Anyone ever tell you that you have a lovely asshole, Kelly?”

Kelly responded to that with but a wan smile.

“And yours is terribly cute too, Barb,” he continued, with a laugh and a gentle poke at Barb’s shoulder. “Did you enjoy getting fucked up your ass?”

“Why don’t you tell us about your adventures at the Pen, girls? intervened the Boss. “We’re all dying to hear. You go first, Barb.”

All eyes turned to Barb, whose faced reddened visibly. It was difficult to tell, however, whether it was from embarrassment or angry annoyance. Casting her eyes downward she reached for her wineglass, which had just been filled for the third time, and drained it.

Looking up and across at Kelly, she saw that Kelly was giving her a warning look that said ‘careful what you say now; don’t blow our secret!’

Barb said nothing as her glass was refilled over her shoulder by a servant, and while beneath the table, Big Fred pressed his hand down both against her thigh and laterally against her crotch.

“Well .....” she said finally, drawing out the word. “You know, it was really something. I mean those convicts were really something ... real men ... he men, who made Robert here look like a ninety-pound weakling by comparison. And talk about well hung! I gotta tell you. The one who called himself Big Juan had a cock so humongous and a fucking technique so satisfying, it simply can’t be described. All I can say, is that by comparison it makes the dick of our friend here, the Senator, laughably small and so totally inadequate. Both Kelly and I had the time of our lives at the pen and can’t wait to go back. You poor chumps here could sure learn a lot about what it takes to please women from those convicts, isn’t that right, Kelly?”

For the next thirty seconds there was complete silence around the table. Kelly blanched. Tara and Delia stared in amazement. Robert was red-faced with anger. The Prime Minister had an amused smile. Barb drained her fourth glass of wine. The Senator looked stunned, as did the boss.

And then the Senator abruptly took to his feet, and while screaming “you stupid filthy cunt!” delivered a sharp cuff to the back of Barb’s head ... a cuff powerful enough to upend her from her chair and send her flying head-first onto the table amid a clatter of flying cutlery, china and crystal.

At roughly the same moment, the boss was on his feet, ordering Robert and Kelly to string Barb up and strip her down to receive an immediate flogging the likes of which she wasn’t likely to ever forget!

Complete chaos followed with Barb struggling against the Senator and Big Fred as they wrestled her off the table and over to the place on the other side of the room specially equipped to hold Companions in place while they underwent punishment. Kelly scurried to man the control that lowered the wrist binding cuffs and chains from the ceiling, while Delia and Tara knelt helpfully beside the ankle cuffs bolted to the floor. Robert disappeared briefly, only to return with a fearsome looking coiled leather flat-tipped whip.

Literally lifted off her feet, a screaming, cursing Barb was carried across the room by the Senator and Big Fred, set down and held in place while she was shackled to the overhead and floor restraints.

At that point the boss took it upon himself to confront her face to face. And, she promptly spat in his face. He wiped the phlegm away with his sleeve, then grabbed her dress at the shoulder straps and literally ripped it from her body, leaving her nude save for her skimpy black thong. Gripping her chin tightly with one hand he pinched her nipples hard, left and right, with the other, eliciting anguished cries of pain.

“And now, you’ll pay for your insolence!” he breathed in her face, upon which she promptly vomited her entire dinner, red wine and all, in one big upchuck all over his face and white dinner jacket.

“Whip her, Robert!” he roared with fury. “Whip her hard and keep whipping her until I tell you to stop!”

“No, wait!” intervened the Senator. “This bad-mouthing little bitch deserves more than a mere whipping. After what she said ... after those slanderous comments ... I think the two of us most aggrieved ... that is, Robert and me ... should have an opportunity to prove her wrong before she feels the bite of leather. I suggest we show Barb what REAL MEN can do! I propose that Robert and I be allowed to double fuck her. I’ll take her from the front while Robert here reams her out from the rear! What do you say?”

“Fine by me,” agreed the boss. “Kelly! Have the staff clean up this mess on the floor before the Italian marble and grouting gets stained. Oh, and one more thing, Kelly. Send someone to get her a ball gag so she doesn’t spit up in anyone else’s face!”

Minutes later a bound and spread-eagled Barb, ball gagged and wide-eyed, faced the Senator, who was advancing on her, full erection in hand ... while from behind, Robert ripped her thong away, and grabbed her by the hips.

As Barb shook her head wildly back and forth and sputtered and fumed through the ball gag, the two men rudely and simultaneously penetrated her, front and rear.

Standing off to one side, Kelly watched sympathetically, knowing full well what Barb had done at the dinner table and why she had done it. Barb had said what she did to deflect any further discussion of what had transpired the previous night in the Pen, using the only strategy that came to mind. As that age-old saw said ... the best defense is a good offense. Their secret was safe, at least for now. But for that luxury, poor Barb was going to pay a heavy price.

And beyond that, Kelly recognized, events were rapidly pushing the alliance she and Barb had begun to forge toward some kind of precipitate action that might hold the promise of getting them off the island before it was too late.

But for the moment, there was little that she, Kelly, could do but stand idly by and watch Barb suffer. And suffer she was. With both Robert and the Senator vigorously pumping away, her body bounced and swayed under the one-two rhythms of the double pounding she was enduring. Through it all she continued to sputter and moan, the smooth softly toned flesh of her tight little butt and thighs shaking and quivering ever more wildly as the pace accelerated.

Kelly would have like to have looked away, but was unable to take her eyes off the spectacle.

As the Senator neared climax, he grabbed for Barb’s flouncing breasts, squeezing them so cruelly and painfully that Kelly could see the veins stand out on Barb’s forehead and the tears on her cheeks.

Robert was also nearing the same point of no return, and was using his muscular body to drive himself deeper and more forcefully into the tightness of her posterior than ever before. Kelly knew better, of course, but couldn’t help but to momentarily wonder if the two men might tear poor Barb apart.

And then it was over. The two men withdrew. Barb hung limply, skin glistening with sweat, hair matted against her head.

“So, you nasty little shit,” growled the Senator between raspy, panting gasps for breath. “Care to revise your appraisal of the virility of your Pen inmates now as opposed to that of Robert and me?”

Barb just groaned and closed her eyes.

The Senator looked down at the stream of thick cloudy, whitish-colored juices running down the insides of her thighs. Slapping her jovially a couple times on the cheeks, he chuckled to himself, “of course you don’t. You’re too overcome to speak. Well, that’s okay. We’ve shown you the truth. And as soon as Robert gets his wind, your re-education will continue, as he’s certain to tan your backside well for ruining the boss’ dinner party as well as his dinner jacket!”

And so Barb’s travail continued. They removed her ball gag so as to allow her to scream her head off as Robert energetically and artfully flogged her backside up and down from shoulders to thighs. Twisting and turning and thrashing about in so much as her shackled wrists and ankles allowed, Barb put on a spectacular show for everyone.

At times, in the harsh glare of the ceiling lights, the broad leather whip-tail sent a spray of rainbow-hued sweat off in different directions as it smacked against Barb’s skin. And it wasn’t long before the intensely erotic beauty of her performance had everyone except Barb and Robert pairing off, stripping down, and taking to the floor or the nearest couch ... Tara and the boss, Delia and the Senator, and Kelly (with a subtle but still noticeable lack of enthusiasm) submitting to the demands of the Prime Minister.
 
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Dinner that evening on Pirate Cay was formal. Every now and then the boss wanted it that way. The table was candle lit from an overhead antique wrought-iron chandelier and set for eight, with a place laid at each end and places for three laid on each side. Liveried servants hovered nearby as courses and drinks were served, the main dish being succulent prime rib, while the gentle strains of a Bach concerto were piped into the dining area.

The men at the table wore dinner jackets and ties. The girls were dressed in expensive, eye-catching 'fashion creations', each engineered to offer a titillating exposure of female anatomy ... exactly the kind of erotic fashion tease designers create to be flaunted by aspiring Hollywood starlets on the red carpet.

The boss was seated at the head of the table, with Tara dressed in a sequined red, body-clinging dress seated nearest him on his right. Immediately next to her was Robert, looking handsomely square-jawed and ‘James Bond-ish’ in a fashionable new beard he had been nurturing. And to Robert’s right sat Kelly, wearing a dark maroon backless evening dress that featured a sheer diagonal ‘nipple-revealing’ panel across one breast.

On the opposite side, Barb was sandwiched between the Senator and Big Fred, on her right and left respectively. She wore an extremely short black cocktail dress, with a deeply plunging front neckline held precariously in place by string shoulder ties that had the Senator leaning forward as often as he could to catch sideways glimpses of treasures barely hidden. Big Fred, on the other hand, chose the more circumspect action of laying, beneath the table, his big meaty hand at the very top of her exposed upper thigh with his pinky pressed tight against the silky sheer crotch panel of her black thong. Every so often he’d amuse himself by giving her thigh a gentle squeeze, and watching her jump in reaction.

At the foot of the table sat Delia, who was more elegantly dressed by the standards of the other three girls’ attire. Hers was a long emerald green, revivalist recreation of an ‘empire style’ dress, under which a push-up bra swelled her ample breasts both against and above its décolletage neckline in a manner that might have even made the upper classes of the 17th century blush.

As the chocolate mousse dessert was being cleared, the boss quieted conversation with a tapping of his fork against his crystal wine glass.

“Attention everyone,” he intoned. “I have an interesting little diversion to share with you all.”

After which he began passing a series of glossy photos around the table.

“Why it’s Barb’s and Kelly’s night at the Pen!” laughed Tara, who was the first to receive them. “Wow, look at you two! You look thoroughly fucked and deep-throated. Must have been quite a night!”

Both Robert and Kelly passed the photos on with no comment, but Delia couldn’t suppress a giggle. “Barb, judging by all that cum dripping from your chin in this shot, you must have had to swallow quite a lot, huh?”

Barb barely glanced at the photos as the Prime Minister handed them to her, passing them swiftly on to the Senator who spread them out on the table before him for careful study.

“Love the way they strung the two of you up,” he commented after a few moments, tapping a forefinger on one of the photos. “You look like you’re under quite a bit of strain there. I like that. And these closeups of your sweet buggered pussies are priceless. The rear views are magnificent! Anyone ever tell you that you have a lovely asshole, Kelly?”

Kelly responded to that with but a wan smile.

“And yours is terribly cute too, Barb,” he continued, with a laugh and a gentle poke at Barb’s shoulder. “Did you enjoy getting fucked up your ass?”

“Why don’t you tell us about your adventures at the Pen, girls? intervened the Boss. “We’re all dying to hear. You go first, Barb.”

All eyes turned to Barb, whose faced reddened visibly. It was difficult to tell, however, whether it was from embarrassment or angry annoyance. Casting her eyes downward she reached for her wineglass, which had just been filled for the third time, and drained it.

Looking up and across at Kelly, she saw that Kelly was giving her a warning look that said ‘careful what you say now; don’t blow our secret!’

Barb said nothing as her glass was refilled over her shoulder by a servant, and while beneath the table, Big Fred pressed his hand down both against her thigh and laterally against her crotch.

“Well .....” she said finally, drawing out the word. “You know, it was really something. I mean those convicts were really something ... real men ... he men, who made Robert here look like a ninety-pound weakling by comparison. And talk about well hung! I gotta tell you. The one who called himself Big Juan had a cock so humongous and a fucking technique so satisfying, it simply can’t be described. All I can say, is that by comparison it makes the dick of our friend here, the Senator, laughably small and so totally inadequate. Both Kelly and I had the time of our lives at the pen and can’t wait to go back. You poor chumps here could sure learn a lot about what it takes to please women from those convicts, isn’t that right, Kelly?”

For the next thirty seconds there was complete silence around the table. Kelly blanched. Tara and Delia stared in amazement. Robert was red-faced with anger. The Prime Minister had an amused smile. Barb drained her fourth glass of wine. The Senator looked stunned, as did the boss.

And then the Senator abruptly took to his feet, and while screaming “you stupid filthy cunt!” delivered a sharp cuff to the back of Barb’s head ... a cuff powerful enough to upend her from her chair and send her flying head-first onto the table amid a clatter of flying cutlery, china and crystal.

At roughly the same moment, the boss was on his feet, ordering Robert and Kelly to string Barb up and strip her down to receive an immediate flogging the likes of which she wasn’t likely to ever forget!

Complete chaos followed with Barb struggling against the Senator and Big Fred as they wrestled her off the table and over to the place on the other side of the room specially equipped to hold Companions in place while they underwent punishment. Kelly scurried to man the control that lowered the wrist binding cuffs and chains from the ceiling, while Delia and Tara knelt helpfully beside the ankle cuffs bolted to the floor. Robert disappeared briefly, only to return with a fearsome looking coiled leather flat-tipped whip.

Literally lifted off her feet, a screaming, cursing Barb was carried across the room by the Senator and Big Fred, set down and held in place while she was shackled to the overhead and floor restraints.

At that point the boss took it upon himself to confront her face to face. And, she promptly spat in his face. He wiped the phlegm away with his sleeve, then grabbed her dress at the shoulder straps and literally ripped it from her body, leaving her nude save for her skimpy black thong. Gripping her chin tightly with one hand he pinched her nipples hard, left and right, with the other, eliciting anguished cries of pain.

“And now, you’ll pay for your insolence!” he breathed in her face, upon which she promptly vomited her entire dinner, red wine and all, in one big upchuck all over his face and white dinner jacket.

“Whip her, Robert!” he roared with fury. “Whip her hard and keep whipping her until I tell you to stop!”

“No, wait!” intervened the Senator. “This bad-mouthing little bitch deserves more than a mere whipping. After what she said ... after those slanderous comments ... I think the two of us most aggrieved ... that is, Robert and me ... should have an opportunity to prove her wrong before she feels the bite of leather. I suggest we show Barb what REAL MEN can do! I propose that Robert and I be allowed to double fuck her. I’ll take her from the front while Robert here reams her out from the rear! What do you say?”

“Fine by me,” agreed the boss. “Kelly! Have the staff clean up this mess on the floor before the Italian marble and grouting gets stained. Oh, and one more thing, Kelly. Send someone to get her a ball gag so she doesn’t spit up in anyone else’s face!”

Minutes later a bound and spread-eagled Barb, ball gagged and wide-eyed, faced the Senator, who was advancing on her, full erection in hand ... while from behind, Robert ripped her thong away, and grabbed her by the hips.

As Barb shook her head wildly back and forth and sputtered and fumed through the ball gag, the two men rudely and simultaneously penetrated her, front and rear.

Standing off to one side, Kelly watched sympathetically, knowing full well what Barb had done at the dinner table and why she had done it. Barb had said what she did to deflect any further discussion of what had transpired the previous night in the Pen, using the only strategy that came to mind. As that age-old saw said ... the best defense is a good offense. Their secret was safe, at least for now. But for that luxury, poor Barb was going to pay a heavy price.

And beyond that, Kelly recognized, events were rapidly pushing the alliance she and Barb had begun to forge toward some kind of precipitate action that might hold the promise of getting them off the island before it was too late.

But for the moment, there was little that she, Kelly, could do but stand idly by and watch Barb suffer. And suffer she was. With both Robert and the Senator vigorously pumping away, her body bounced and swayed under the one-two rhythms of the double pounding she was enduring. Through it all she continued to sputter and moan, the smooth softly toned flesh of her tight little butt and thighs shaking and quivering ever more wildly as the pace accelerated.

Kelly would have like to have looked away, but was unable to take her eyes off the spectacle.

As the Senator neared climax, he grabbed for Barb’s flouncing breasts, squeezing them so cruelly and painfully that Kelly could see the veins stand out on Barb’s forehead and the tears on her cheeks.

Robert was also nearing the same point of no return, and was using his muscular body to drive himself deeper and more forcefully into the tightness of her posterior than ever before. Kelly knew better, of course, but couldn’t help but to momentarily wonder if the two men might tear poor Barb apart.

And then it was over. The two men withdrew. Barb hung limply, skin glistening with sweat, hair matted against her head.

“So, you nasty little shit,” growled the Senator between raspy, panting gasps for breath. “Care to revise your appraisal of the virility of your Pen inmates now as opposed to that of Robert and me?”

Barb just groaned and closed her eyes.

The Senator looked down at the stream of thick cloudy, whitish-colored juices running down the insides of her thighs. Slapping her jovially a couple times on the cheeks, he chuckled to himself, “of course you don’t. You’re too overcome to speak. Well, that’s okay. We’ve shown you the truth. And as soon as Robert gets his wind, your re-education will continue, as he’s certain to tan your backside well for ruining the boss’ dinner party as well as his dinner jacket!”

And so Barb’s travail continued. They removed her ball gag so as to allow her to scream her head off as Robert energetically and artfully flogged her backside up and down from shoulders to thighs. Twisting and turning and thrashing about in so much as her shackled wrists and ankles allowed, Barb put on a spectacular show for everyone.


At times, in the harsh glare of the ceiling lights, the broad leather whip-tail sent a spray of rainbow-hued sweat off in different directions as it smacked against Barb’s skin. And it wasn’t long before the intensely erotic beauty of her performance had everyone except Barb and Robert pairing off, stripping down, and taking to the floor or the nearest couch ... Tara and the boss, Delia and the Senator, and Kelly (with a subtle but still noticeable lack of enthusiasm) submitting to the demands of the Prime Minister.
Sandwiched between the Senator and Big Fred what does Barb do, but get pissed and revert to type. If she really did choose this strategy as the most appropriate defence mechanism then I fear it might not have been one of her better decisions ...

Very hot and provocative chapter. Great stuff!
 
Dinner that evening on Pirate Cay was formal. Every now and then the boss wanted it that way. The table was candle lit from an overhead antique wrought-iron chandelier and set for eight, with a place laid at each end and places for three laid on each side. Liveried servants hovered nearby as courses and drinks were served, the main dish being succulent prime rib, while the gentle strains of a Bach concerto were piped into the dining area.
Brilliant work at setting a scene. Your descriptions shine with reality.
she reached for her wineglass, which had just been filled for the third time, and drained it.
This will lead to trouble!

And boy did it! Hot, exciting, and evocative writing!!:very_hot::very_hot::very_hot:
 
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX



Watching Barb suffer the ordeal of being ravaged by the Senator and Robert and then flogged mercilessly to the point of nearly passing out had left Tara with a confusion of thoughts and feelings.

She remembered back to the first whipping she and Delia had watched shortly after their arrival on Pirate Cay. On that occasion, it had been Amanda, one of the students from the group that had had arrived just before her and Delia and had been allowed to return home after spring break. Amanda had gagged instead of swallowed when performing oral on one of their employer’s guests and been punished after dinner for her transgression.

Tara had been horrified, as had Delia. They had demanded to leave and been informed by Kelly that they could only do so if they reimbursed their employer for their flight on his private jet, something which their poverty made even less possible than avoiding Amanda’s fate throughout their stay on the island.

Since then, she had become accustomed to such spectacles. That was how things were on Pirate Cay. Tara had watched one girl or another writhing in her bonds, howling her agony to the heavens, glad it wasn’t her this time, knowing that at some point, in all likelihood, it would be.

Despite her better instincts, after she got over the shock of seeing it for the first time, she began to find the spectacle arousing. Their employer certainly did and that added to Tara’s excitement now that he was fucking her every chance he got. Watching Barb’s punishments had certainly made her wet enough to take him in easily and come hard from his ploughing into her.

What was different about this most recent punishment was that always before there was an element of injustice. Their fellow Companion had made some inadvertent error in her sexual service or simply been too inhibited by nature to fully comply with the demands of the clients. Or, in some cases, they had lost a competition through a lack of skill or preparation or through an unfair ruling.

But, in this case, Barb had deliberately insulted their employer and his guests and literally spat in his face-vomited too, though perhaps that had been beyond her control. How much sympathy could Tara have for her suffering, given that she brought it on herself?

The entire day after those events, there had been no sign of Barb, even at dinner. Tara presumed that she was in the clinic being nursed back to some kind of tolerable state by the doctor, whom Tara had also not seen.

She and Delia had done their exercise routine with Robert, who had seemed a bit distracted and too tired to give them much of a hard time. Their employer had been closeted in his office working and the Senator seemed a bit ragged out and left them alone. Even Kelly seemed to be closeted somewhere, whether in her room, or in the clinic with Barb, given their newfound friendship, Tara wasn’t sure.

Their employer didn’t invite Tara to his suite that evening and Big Fred was off tending to government business so she and Delia actually spent the night in their room, though neither was in the mood to do anything except to get a decent night’s rest for a change.

The next morning, just as Tara and Delia were finishing their breakfast, Barb appeared, wearing a loose-fitting T shirt, baggy shorts and flip-flops. She spooned some yoghurt and fruit onto her plate took a cup of tea and retreated to a table as far as possible from the one Tara and Delia occupied.

“Let’s go see if she’s OK,” Delia suggested. They rose and made their way over.

“Are you OK, Barb?” Delia asked.

“I’m fine,” Barb replied, not entirely convincingly.

“We should talk,” Tara said.

“About what?” Barb asked.

“Not here,” Delia said.

“When you’re done, we’ll go for a walk along the beach,” Tara said. “See what shells washed up overnight.”

“Sure, whatever,” Barb replied.

“We’ll go freshen up and be back in 15 minutes,” Delia said.

***​

They walked in silence at the waterline for a time. The sea was calm, the waves barely covering their feet as they came ashore. Finally, Tara broke the silence. “I don’t get what you did the other night Barb. What did you expect to happen when you insulted the Senator and spat in his face?”

“They’re pigs, all of them.”

“It so happens, he’s a brilliant man. You don’t make all that money without being smart. I thought you came down here to learn from him.”

“Kelly lied to me. But why did you guys come down here?” Barb asked.

“We were broke,” Delia said. “Our scholarships cover tuition and books and shit like that, but you can’t eat books and lectures.”

“Was it worth it?” Barb asked.

“The food is great, even you have to admit that. And the rooms are nice and this beach is to die for,” Delia replied.

“Yeah and all you have to do is let disgusting old perverts fuck you in every hole and whip you whenever they feel like it. What a deal!”

“The Senator is a creep, I’ll admit that,” Tara said, “And so were some of the other guests before you came down here. But the boss is OK, when you get to know him like I have.”

“He’s using you as a brood mare, Tara!” Barb exclaimed. “You’re there to give him an heir, like those Queens that Henry VIII married. And you know what happened to them!”

“He’s treating me well, Barb. That night you and Kelly were at the prison, we slept together like a regular couple. We talked and made love and he was gentle and kind.”

“And Big Fred is kind of sweet and funny when you get to know him,” Delia added. “The people down here adore him and keep re-electing him.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Barb replied. “You’re nothing to these men. When they’re tired of you, they’ll throw you away like a used condom. Just look at Kelly.”

“That bitch is getting what she deserves!” Delia exclaimed.

“Yeah, maybe,” Barb admitted.

“Look, Barb, what have you gotten so far from doing things your way?” Tara asked. “Whipped and caned and shipped off as recreation for a bunch of criminals. Why not play along, be nice, give them what they want? Then maybe, you’ll get to go home in one piece. The other girls who were here with us left with big fat checks.”

“You know that?” Barb asked.

“A few of them showed us the checks before they left. They’re back home living large,” Delia said.

“But you’re still here,” Barb said.

“Because he wants me to have his baby and I agreed. Once I’ve done that, I’ll have everything taken care of. He promised all my school expenses will be paid and he’ll give me a bunch of money when I graduate and arrange a great job with one of his pals.”

“And you believe that?” Barb asked.

“Yes, we signed an agreement,” Tara said.

“He’s going to take care of me, too,” Delia added.

“Well, even if he does, is that what you guys went to Pitcher for? To be concubines to rich old men? Really?”

“Look, Barb, I grew up in the projects in the Bronx,” Delia said.

“And I grew up in a crappy trailer park,” Tara said. “You do what you gotta do.”

Tara stopped walking and took Barb’s hand. “Look, we’ve been here longer than you. We know how things are here. Be smart. Go along with them. Smile, be nice, get them to like you. That’s your only hope to go home in one piece. And if you do really well, you’ll leave with a bunch of money in your pocket. But the way you’re going, it’s only going to get worse and worse. They have the power, Barb. That’s just reality.”

“Think about what we’re saying, Barb,” Delia added.

“Yeah, OK, I’ll think about it,” Barb replied.

As they walked back, Tara wasn’t sure that Barb had really absorbed what they had told her. ‘Well, at least we tried,’ she thought.
 
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX



Watching Barb suffer the ordeal of being ravaged by the Senator and Robert and then flogged mercilessly to the point of nearly passing out had left Tara with a confusion of thoughts and feelings.

She remembered back to the first whipping she and Delia had watched shortly after their arrival on Pirate Cay. On that occasion, it had been Amanda, one of the students from the group that had had arrived just before her and Delia and had been allowed to return home after spring break. Amanda had gagged instead of swallowed when performing oral on one of their employer’s guests and been punished after dinner for her transgression.

Tara had been horrified, as had Delia. They had demanded to leave and been informed by Kelly that they could only do so if they reimbursed their employer for their flight on his private jet, something which their poverty made even less possible than avoiding Amanda’s fate throughout their stay on the island.

Since then, she had become accustomed to such spectacles. That was how things were on Pirate Cay. Tara had watched one girl or another writhing in her bonds, howling her agony to the heavens, glad it wasn’t her this time, knowing that at some point, in all likelihood, it would be.

Despite her better instincts, after she got over the shock of seeing it for the first time, she began to find the spectacle arousing. Their employer certainly did and that added to Tara’s excitement now that he was fucking her every chance he got. Watching Barb’s punishments had certainly made her wet enough to take him in easily and come hard from his ploughing into her.

What was different about this most recent punishment was that always before there was an element of injustice. Their fellow Companion had made some inadvertent error in her sexual service or simply been too inhibited by nature to fully comply with the demands of the clients. Or, in some cases, they had lost a competition through a lack of skill or preparation or through an unfair ruling.

But, in this case, Barb had deliberately insulted their employer and his guests and literally spat in his face-vomited too, though perhaps that had been beyond her control. How much sympathy could Tara have for her suffering, given that she brought it on herself?

The entire day after those events, there had been no sign of Barb, even at dinner. Tara presumed that she was in the clinic being nursed back to some kind of tolerable state by the doctor, whom Tara had also not seen.

She and Delia had done their exercise routine with Robert, who had seemed a bit distracted and too tired to give them much of a hard time. Their employer had been closeted in his office working and the Senator seemed a bit ragged out and left them alone. Even Kelly seemed to be closeted somewhere, whether in her room, or in the clinic with Barb, given their newfound friendship, Tara wasn’t sure.

Their employer didn’t invite Tara to his suite that evening and Big Fred was off tending to government business so she and Delia actually spent the night in their room, though neither was in the mood to do anything except to get a decent night’s rest for a change.

The next morning, just as Tara and Delia were finishing their breakfast, Barb appeared, wearing a loose-fitting T shirt, baggy shorts and flip-flops. She spooned some yoghurt and fruit onto her plate took a cup of tea and retreated to a table as far as possible from the one Tara and Delia occupied.

“Let’s go see if she’s OK,” Delia suggested. They rose and made their way over.

“Are you OK, Barb?” Delia asked.

“I’m fine,” Barb replied, not entirely convincingly.

“We should talk,” Tara said.

“About what?” Barb asked.

“Not here,” Delia said.

“When you’re done, we’ll go for a walk along the beach,” Tara said. “See what shells washed up overnight.”

“Sure, whatever,” Barb replied.

“We’ll go freshen up and be back in 15 minutes,” Delia said.

***​

They walked in silence at the waterline for a time. The sea was calm, the waves barely covering their feet as they came ashore. Finally, Tara broke the silence. “I don’t get what you did the other night Barb. What did you expect to happen when you insulted the Senator and spat in his face?”

“They’re pigs, all of them.”

“It so happens, he’s a brilliant man. You don’t make all that money without being smart. I thought you came down here to learn from him.”

“Kelly lied to me. But why did you guys come down here?” Barb asked.

“We were broke,” Delia said. “Our scholarships cover tuition and books and shit like that, but you can’t eat books and lectures.”

“Was it worth it?” Barb asked.

“The food is great, even you have to admit that. And the rooms are nice and this beach is to die for,” Delia replied.

“Yeah and all you have to do is let disgusting old perverts fuck you in every hole and whip you whenever they feel like it. What a deal!”

“The Senator is a creep, I’ll admit that,” Tara said, “And so were some of the other guests before you came down here. But the boss is OK, when you get to know him like I have.”

“He’s using you as a brood mare, Tara!” Barb exclaimed. “You’re there to give him an heir, like those Queens that Henry VIII married. And you know what happened to them!”

“He’s treating me well, Barb. That night you and Kelly were at the prison, we slept together like a regular couple. We talked and made love and he was gentle and kind.”

“And Big Fred is kind of sweet and funny when you get to know him,” Delia added. “The people down here adore him and keep re-electing him.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Barb replied. “You’re nothing to these men. When they’re tired of you, they’ll throw you away like a used condom. Just look at Kelly.”

“That bitch is getting what she deserves!” Delia exclaimed.

“Yeah, maybe,” Barb admitted.

“Look, Barb, what have you gotten so far from doing things your way?” Tara asked. “Whipped and caned and shipped off as recreation for a bunch of criminals. Why not play along, be nice, give them what they want? Then maybe, you’ll get to go home in one piece. The other girls who were here with us left with big fat checks.”

“You know that?” Barb asked.

“A few of them showed us the checks before they left. They’re back home living large,” Delia said.

“But you’re still here,” Barb said.

“Because he wants me to have his baby and I agreed. Once I’ve done that, I’ll have everything taken care of. He promised all my school expenses will be paid and he’ll give me a bunch of money when I graduate and arrange a great job with one of his pals.”

“And you believe that?” Barb asked.

“Yes, we signed an agreement,” Tara said.

“He’s going to take care of me, too,” Delia added.

“Well, even if he does, is that what you guys went to Pitcher for? To be concubines to rich old men? Really?”

“Look, Barb, I grew up in the projects in the Bronx,” Delia said.

“And I grew up in a crappy trailer park,” Tara said. “You do what you gotta do.”

Tara stopped walking and took Barb’s hand. “Look, we’ve been here longer than you. We know how things are here. Be smart. Go along with them. Smile, be nice, get them to like you. That’s your only hope to go home in one piece. And if you do really well, you’ll leave with a bunch of money in your pocket. But the way you’re going, it’s only going to get worse and worse. They have the power, Barb. That’s just reality.”

“Think about what we’re saying, Barb,” Delia added.

“Yeah, OK, I’ll think about it,” Barb replied.

As they walked back, Tara wasn’t sure that Barb had really absorbed what they had told her. ‘Well, at least we tried,’ she thought.
Big Fred, sweet? Really? And I'm not sure young Barb has the wherewithal to be a little (sorry I mean a lot) more accepting of the need to swallow ...
 
Barb’s told that all Big Fred’s ex-
Girlfriends earn very fat cheques.
Will that be enough
To inure her to rough
Treatment and violent sex?
Barb’s not in this for the money
Nor to become Big Fred’s honey
Her time on the Cay
S’been anything but play

The only good thing is it’s sunny
 
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