CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Tara looked at Delia, then at the scoreboard, then back at Dee. “Did we just actually, like, win for a change?”
Dee looked at Tara, then at the scoreboard, where it read “Shirts 37, Skins 35”, then back at Tara. “Unless this is golf, yeah it looks like we did!”
“That’s right, Delia,” he said. “You and Tara did indeed win. And like many things here at Pirate Cay, there is a lesson in this. Your hard work with Robert has paid off.” Robert took a bow. “There is no substitute, in business or in life for preparation.
Tara shook her head. That Barb had lost wasn’t that big a surprise, but that Kelly had lost and was going to pay a price was earth-shattering, within the realm of Pirate Cay, at least.
Nevertheless, the reality of their win sunk in when Robert dipped into his ever-present duffle bag and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. “Hands behind your back!” he ordered as he approached Barb.
“Is that really necessary?” she complained.
“It’s a prison,” the Prime Minister said. “Even though you ladies are only staying for the night, it’s procedure. We have rules here in Providentia.” Barb rolled her eyes, but complied, as Robert snapped the cuffs on her wrists.
As he approached Kelly, she looked forlornly at her employer. “Wait, Robert,” he said. “First, she needs to be punished for her mouthing off. Give her a half dozen to go!” he ordered.
“No!” Kelly screamed. “You can’t! It’s not right. All these years, I’ve served you loyally! You bastard!” she cried, repeating herself.
“Might as well make it a dozen, Robert, to teach her a good lesson,” he said, looking completely impassive.
Robert took hold of Kelly’s arm and dragged her to the whipping post, chaining her arms over her head. He uncoiled his whip, took his aim and struck hard across her shoulder blades. “Owww!” Kelly shrieked. He struck again, a bit lower, evoking a howl of pain and outrage. Taking his time, he painted her back with a dozen angry stripes, leaving Kelly sobbing with pain and anguished shock at her new, seemingly diminished status in the world of Pirate Cay.
Finally, Robert freed her wrists from the post, only to pull them behind her and place the handcuffs on. “Alright, ladies, let’s go,” Big Fred announced, taking hold of Kelly’s arm, as Robert took hold of Barb’s. “My copter is waiting,” he said.
***
Later that night, Tara lay with him in in a tangle of sheets in his personal bed, in his personal bedroom, where none of the Companions, as least during her time on Pirate Cay had been. They had made love, and she felt justified in calling it that, unlike most of what went on between men and women at Pirate Cay.
He had been gentle, kissing her deeply for a long time, before moving slowly down to suckle on her breasts. “You’re beautiful, Tara,” he had whispered like a lover, before gently opening her legs and gazing at her vagina, the place he hoped would provide him an heir.
Slowly, he licked down her belly then traced around the opening. Tara gasped with pleasure. Then, he moved up to her clitoris, circling it teasingly with his tongue, as he inserted first one finger, then two inside her.
Tara felt her pleasure rising as he brought her closer to her release. The vision flashed across her mind of Barb and Kelly surrounded by a horde of horny inmates. Tara doubted the men there were taking the time to make sure they enjoyed themselves as he was doing with her.
She moaned as he reached his fingers up against that spot inside her, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through her whole body. Slowly, he let her come down from her peak, then slid up along her sweat glazed body until he entered her.
Moving deliberately, he slid all the way in, then almost all the way out, leaving only the tip inside her. “Do that again,” she had asked. He did.
He rocked back and forth, nuzzling her neck, whispering her name, telling her what a beautiful baby they would have, until he groaned and emptied himself into her collapsing on top of her, spent, at least for the moment.
Eventually, he rolled off onto his side, facing her. Tara rolled onto her side facing him, her hand on his ass, her hand on his. “I’m glad you and Delia got in shape and won that game,” he said. “I wouldn’t have let you service those prisoners,” he assured her.
“How would you have punished us if we’d lost?” she asked, curious.
“You wouldn’t have lost,” he said. “This is my island and I decide who wins and who loses.”
“You let Kelly lose,” Tara said.
“Yes,” he replied. She could sense he wasn’t going to explain himself, at least not right now.
“Did you know Barb at Pitcher?” he asked.
“Not well,” she replied. “We only were in one class together and Dee and I had moved out of the freshman dorm by the time she arrived.”
“What extracurriculars was she into?” he asked.
“I don’t know, really,” Tara replied. Then, not even sure why she said it, since she hadn’t intended to tell him, she added, “I remember seeing an article she wrote for the Pitcher Picture, you know, the campus newspaper? I don’t usually read it, but I was bored one day at lunch and someone had left it at the table. Something about the lousy cafeteria food.”
“So,” he chuckled, “Our Barbara Moore is a budding reporter?” Somehow, Tara sensed that this wasn’t news to him.
“Not really,” she added, trying to atone for having said something she hadn’t intended to. “She told me it was a class assignment.”
“Well, maybe I’ll ask her about it,” he said, kissing her deeply, his hand digging into Tara’s ass, as he pulled her towards him. “Up for more?” he asked.
Tara just smiled and reached down to stroke his rapidly hardening cock.