Her lower belly filling with delightful carnal turmoil, Angela looked down to find the rings in her nipples were far too visible under the thin blouse. Anyone that knew what they were looking at would know she had pierced nipples. There wasn’t anything she could do about it. And shortly all of her to include metal filled nipples and welted ass would be visible for everyone to see. At least her PI credentials got her through security without a fuss.
The perverse thought and her compliant feelings fused into an exciting mixture. Her nipples hurt like hell but she was determined to have fun showing them off. The unknown and hopefully present collector of females wouldn’t be able to resist her as bait.
Why she wasn’t feeling scared or even apprehensive bothered Angela somewhat. But Jack’s promise that he would have her in his sights the entire time provided a sense of reassurance. Coupled with the other four agents Frank had said would be in place, she would be safer than in her own home.
Looking out the plane’s tiny window, Angela spotted several islands in the blue green sea below. The mountains of the mainland were just visible on the skyline. In a few hours she would be laying next to a pool. The easy part was doing what came naturally - tease luring the naked dicks present at the resort and fuck prime comers until one made his move. Because she was decorated for a kill, there would be rough times and she expected to be erotically tormented. But she liked being in intimate contact with the desires of an unleashed male. In any case, bruises and lust bites became her.
“Your drink Madam,” brought Angela out of her pleasant daydream.
“Thank you,” Angela said taking the glass from the steward. That he didn’t seem to notice her protruding nipples was comforting. Maybe they weren’t so obvious after all.
Taking her first sip of the sweet drink, Angela reached down for the leather valise containing Jack’s case briefs. It was time for a little work.
Withdrawing the top one titled Sandy Downs Angela felt the first twinge of real apprehension since seeing the arrayed photos. Professionally this was damn serious and she needed to be on her toes. Studying the sample case files of the eleven victims might give her a clue as to the predator’s modus of operation.
Taking another sip, she put the glass down and began to read Jack’s brief.
For Angela Wells’ eyes only
Victim: Sandy Downs
Age: 42
Particulars: Divorced, two adult daughters
Occupation: Special Agent-Vice Operative in the London Office
Known Sexual Inclination/Practices: Normal
Angela, although she was the last to disappear, I’ll start with Sandy because she was one of our own. Much like you, she was a knock out and not easily fooled. And being rebellious and fearless, she was dangerous in her own right. Coupled with the fact that she was OK with recreational sex, to include naked group exposure made her the perfect fit to be our enticement gal in play at the resort. Two days into the ‘vacation’ things started to go wrong. Sandy went crazy native on us.
Because this is between just you and I, to be clear IMO she went fucking insane. I was shocked by her behaviour. It didn’t matter, men or women, she had sex with either and at times both or a combination thereof. She also got more into the S&M scene than expected. She acted like a kid in a toy store wanting to try everything, to play hard until something broke. Thankfully, the resort staff kept her from suffering permanent damage, and that was nearly an impossible task. It was like a switch had been thrown inside of her mind, or she was high on an unknown aphrodisiac that made pain pleasure. Being like that yourself, you would know better what her incentives were.
As is the resorts policy, we are sure there were no unnatural drugs involved. And believe me she never consumed enough rum goodies to justify her raucous, uninhibited conduct. She took on all comers, and played dangerously hard. If you’re not there now, you’ll son know what that means when you get to the resort’s secluded enclave.
The days flew by, and with increased familiarity among the patrons the resort’s activities intensify. The games become risky, the contests sexually perverse and the environment one of unimpeded debauchery. I would be lying if I didn’t say that I too was sinfully entranced with the sexual carnage taking place around me. I haven’t told anyone of this, but on several occasions (a masked ball in particular) I took part in erotically tormenting a willing Sandy. It was a pretty extreme scene and thankfully the staff stopped me before I really hurt her. In hindsight, I’m sure she knew it was me. To make matters worse, after two weeks we had no definitive leads.
I can attest that she did leave the resort intact and spent some time recovering at company expense in a private clinic outside of Somerset. She returned to work two weeks later, and by all accounts was the Sandy of old. A month later she left her flat, got on the underground and disappeared.
My take is that she found what the resort offered so enticing that she accepted an offer she could not refuse. After digging deep into these cases, I think that is the abductor’s primary game plan. He scouts out suitable prey at the quarterly S&M galas, and lays the ground work for further seduction and a future ride into oblivion. Then again, in two of the cases, the victim left one of the resort’s parties and wasn’t seen from again.
As security at the resort is tight, I’m thinking the victim in these two cases and abductor worked together in facilitating the vanishing act. Pretty bizarre, I know but still a possibility just the same. The others like Sandy also made sure their disappearances were untraceable. Eleven good looking women don’t willingly (apparently) disappear without good cause, sexual or otherwise.
That’s it Angela. I know, not much to go on. As I was her backup, I take full responsibility for what took place at the resort. After that, one can only imagine what happened.
Hope this and the other reports give you a perspective that helps in dealing with the case and the challenges of the resort stay.
Respectfully, Jack
Like hell there wasn’t much to go on. While he was there to protect her, Jack was intimately involved with Sandy while on the job. Jack could have been blinded by twisted lust and missed the presence of the operation’s target entirely. And why didn’t he have her under 24/7 surveillance after she returned?
Angela needed air. She reached up and twisted the overhead outlet to full flow. She lifted her chin and closed her eyes to allow the coolness to evaporate the perspiration covering her forehead. The steamy condition under her skirt was unimpressed. Jack was correct, under the right conditions she was likewise the perfect victim. The exposure to fierce expressions of reality was not a deterrent but a temptation.
She needed to get a grip, to keep her feet planted firmly on the ground. Her vexing sex had other ideas and was on full fantasy excited. At least feel somewhat afraid, she silently shouted. Instead the image Jack had painted came back to trigger a flood of hormones that only made her angrier. And there really wasn’t anyone to be angry with but herself. Under her tough girl cover was a sexual submissive. Jack knew it, and he had been Sandy’s backup. Besides everything, what could go wrong?
Far from ready to yield without a fight, Angela took a sip of the rum drink and grimaced. Sweet was not how she was feeling and motioned for the steward. As he approached, she said, “Take this away. I need something stronger…say whisky neat.”
With a smile and the flicker of his eyes to take in her heaving breasts, he responded with, “I’ll be right back Madam.”
Still conflicted, Angela looked down to find her pierced nipples swollen and even more highly visible. One would have to be blind to not recognize the rather thick rings. Damn, Jack had set her up and she had let him. Under the cover of the operation, she was sure that he was planning to take advantage of her over the next two weeks. One way or the other, she would make him pay dearly for those expected transgressions, and catch the main target.
Until then, Angela needed to deal with herself. Shuddering with a blackmailing empty orgasmic tremor, she was r
educed to thinking a session of one-on-one full contact Taekwondo
would be preferable to the consuming maw she was walking into.
At least during the martial arts contest she would get a few satisfying hits in during the match. And that particular sense of satisfaction was getting to be a less likely outcome by the minute.
Chapter 6 Security Check In
Angela paced around the Chief of Security’s office impatient with having to wait. This was her first stop after checking into the resort. In light of his failures in Sandy’s case, she was suspicious of Jack’s reliability. The four additional agents could prove to be as useless. She needed further backup. On full alert, the possibility that resort security could be complicit in the disappearances was a chance she would have to take.
Checking out her hair in a large mirror, Angela froze for a second and then eased away to survey the rest of the room. It was a two-way mirror: while she was checking out the credentials displayed on the office walls, she was under a reciprocal form of surveillance. It also meant a level of professionalism she appreciated. The resort hotel took security seriously. A polite knock announced the arrival of the David Bain, as several of the pictures had labeled the large clean shaven man appearing from a private entrance.
“Welcome Ms Wells,” he said, actor-like good looking. “I hope your flight was uneventful. What can I do for you today?”
“The flight was civilized,” Angela responded, not surprised that he knew her name, “the bus ride to the resort’s compound was terrifying and I may need your assistance during my stay.”
“My apologies for the transportation situation from the airport,” Mr. Bain said with a near perfect white toothed smile. “Our resort is carved out of some of the world’s wildest jungles. Just on the other side of the coastal ridge line, narco and Marxist gangs roam with relative impunity. They make mistakes every now and then by harassing the coastal highway between here and the airport…thus the armed escort. Inside this compound is safe, and I intend to keep it that way. Now, again how may I help you enjoy your stay with us?”
“I usually take care of myself,” Angela began and was interrupted by an amused Mr. Bain.
“Please Angela,” Mr. Bain said, “let’s cut to the chase. You’re a private dick….”
David Bain began to laugh, and continued with, “You don’t have a dick do you? There was this really weird group here a month ago, and half the women had cocks. Really good looking bitches until one got down to the dichotomy hanging between their legs.”
“My dick is called a clit,” Angela hissed, imagining what it would feel like placing a full force kick into his balls. Then Mr. Bain, from his I-love-me wall of pictures, was former SAS. Hand-to-hand combat with him could prove challenging.
“Sorry,” Mr. Bain quickly retreated, “but, as you are quite aware by being here, the resort remoteness allows for entertaining niche extremes in life-style tastes. That is where the big money is. Why a good-looking female private investigator from Miami is sitting in my office…shortly to join two weeks of off-the-charts S&M festivities…has me, well intrigued.”
“My firm is investigating eleven known occurrences of apparent abductions,” Angela said, deciding on an upfront approach. “All of the alleged victims were in residence or recent resort clientele. We feel the connection is conclusive. I’m to go undercover and see if I can entice a suspect out of the regular attendees.”
That set David Bain off to laughing again. “Undercover? That’s a good one…oh my.”
“Look, I know this isn’t ‘Paradise Inland’,” Angela said referring to an old TV show, “I can kill an SOB dressed or bare ass naked. I like my sex varied, non-stop and hot. Pain-pleasure trips really turn me on. My participation in heavy scenes is a personal matter. Is there anything else that you might want to know that will tickle your funny bone?”
“I see that your boss Frank picked the right cunt for the job,” David Bain answered with renewed interest showing on his face. “And, yes he did make advance inquires or you would have never been allowed to be one of the resorts guests. The want-to-play list is long and distinguished.”
“So you have lots of regulars?”
“Moneyed elites buy up slots in advance,” David Bain responded with what Angela took as a smirk, “like time shares. And we don’t let just anyone stay here during these special event weeks. Deposits, background checks, recent photos…nude of course… and such keep the psychopaths and gawkers away. To maintain the action at a fresh level, a percentage of our guest openings are kept for new meat…especially of the hot and loose female type. Ah, like you Ms Wells.”
“Drugs, talk of female slavery?” Angela pressed, not appreciative of his off-handed complement.
“In this country hard drugs are a death warrant,” Mr. Bain answered, “the milder stuff leads to a whipping. However, good staff is hard to come by…this being the equivalent of working in an asylum. Among other miss-deeds, if I find one of the help supplying they are flogged…using brings a somewhat lesser correction. Maybe you would like to join me during one of our weekly discipline sessions. There are always a few wayward souls to punish. My guess is that you would find the corporal chastisements entertaining.”
“And what makes you think that?” Angela asked, the hairs standing up on the back of her neck.
“This,” David Bain answered, handing Angela a photo. It was of her butt marked by six cane tracks. “I’ve found gals that willingly take it hard, also get turned on by watching others suffer similar fates. At least that is what I’ve observed during the past five years of trying to keep order at the resort’s S&M fetes.”
“You didn’t answer my question about sexual slavery,” Angela insisted despite the anger seething through her veins. David Bain sidestepped her query again.
“Don’t be angry with Frank or that Jack fellow,” David Bain said standing and coming around to sit on the front edge of his desk. “Before bumping a high paying, high class slut from Germany, I insisted on proof that you were up to the sexual rigors the next two weeks will entail.”
“Answer me,” Angela hissed, her status fast being reduced to that of sexual chattel. Bain did the honors of bringing Angela quite literally to her knees.
“This is the land of bribes,” Bain responded, unzipping his pants. Drawing out a pearl to pink phallus, he continued with, “At the moment I am moved to cooperation through oral appreciation. I think you know what that means.”
Ambushed was what came to mind as Angela knelt in front of a confident David Bain. Refusal was tantamount to blowing the entire operation. Amused by her own pun, she toyed with the thought that maybe that was the plan all along. Angela could be as good as on a midnight ride into sexual slavery and/or on the way to be the play thing of an unknown sadistic monster. As disturbing, Frank had not been entirely honest with her. There was dangerous and then there was no hope dangerous.
Taking the presented penis in her mouth, she rolled it around with her tongue and sucked the swelling length down her throat. Her mind working possibilities, Angela labored to make her pleasuring of the organ memorable. The classy German slut she had replaced would have been impressed. By David Bain’s groaning, his uncontrollably spurting phallus Angela was pretty sure he thought so too.
Angela was sure there was a waiting snare or two for her to trip during the next two weeks. Based on the Sandy Downs brief, she had to place Jack in the maybe column. She needed to set up traps of her own. Backing out of the operation was not an option. She would have to play a starring role in the upcoming events. If necessary, Angela would solve this case on her own, and in the process ensure she did not become the twelfth photo on Frank’s desk.
More erotic pain than salacious pleasure was the key.
Chapter 7 Hedonism
Wearing a nearly transparent sarong, Angela made her way to a pool side lounge chair and sat down. She was kidding herself with the tiny covering. Enough of her butt cheeks were visible that anyone that cared to
look would see the cane tracks. Just the same, the sarong gave her a sense of cover to offset feelings of initial discomfort. Her uneasiness was momentary.
Angela quickly realized any feelings of shame were ridiculous and out of place. As advertised, naked was the de rigueur for the guests scattered around the pool. Every aspect of the secluded resort was conducive for the pursuit of pleasure as a matter of ethical principle. Angela’s pierced nipples and welt decorated bottom fit right into the open scene of debauchery.
Libertine hedonism was a rampant expression of single minded purpose in every naked human she had seen since arriving at the resort. Sex in all forms, twists and ways was clearly the game. The Master and Slave themed social scheduled for the evening get-together was promoted to be the ice breaker. Angela would be there, as would be most of the guests. Although she hadn’t spotted him yet, Jack and assisting agents better be in attendance too. This was prime hunting ground for a sexual predator.
There were plenty of hungry looking males prowling the pool area, but a stately blond woman was the first to engage Angela in conversation. It was almost as if she had been waiting for her.
“May I join you?” the woman asked as she lowered herself into the lounge chair next to Angela.
“Sure,” Angela answered taking in the woman’s smallish breasts, hard body and Euro sounding accent.
Bait Naked Page 3