Chapter 18 Just the Beginning
It had been another rough morning, but Angela toughed through the remaining ache to show the results of Naomi’s handy-work. Angela was sure that she was the designated next victim, but she didn’t want to take a chance on Jack or whoever to get distracted along the way to fully revealing his true intentions. Meeting Erica on the pool deck bolstered Angela’s certainty of remaining a bait naked standout.
“Honey, we have another week and a half to go,” Erica said glancing at Angela’s decorated derrière. “May I suggest a slower pace or before the end of this week you are not going to have any skin left to play with for the rest of your time here.”
“Six ‘this is me’ stripes weren’t enough. I needed to crank up the heat a bit,” Angela offered not sure whether or not word had gotten out about the reason her ass and thighs were looking like badly done modern art, “if I was going to stay in competition for cocks.”
“OK, but color me jealous,” Erica said with a wily sounding laugh. “I don’t know who did that to you but I sure wish it had been me…or at least I had been invited to watch.”
“So you go both ways?” Angela asked satisfied by Erica’s comment that resort’s paying population wasn’t privy to her night of entertaining punishment.
“Truthfully,” Erica replied with a continued devious look, “I only sub when absolutely necessary, and then only to get the biggest and hardest cocks or more likely the tastiest cunts. Otherwise it’s on top all the way.”
“I thought you were looking at my decorated ass and thighs with a strange degree of lust in your eyes.”
“I do like my sexual slave meat cooked…well done,” Erica said confirming Angela’s assessment.
Erica had the look of a lioness evaluating prey. It was a character blip that Angela found dangerously attractive, and said as much.
“I’m looking for a male master,” Angela responded, “but I would be honored to have you watch me take on all comers.”
“I don’t usually like being relegated to the voyeur role,” Erica said putting her arm around Angela’s waist, “but I’m moved to think you are going to be worth it.”
“I’ll do my best to make watching cum fantastic for you.”
“In that case, let’s go and stir up the pool rats,” Erica said directing Angela toward one of the pool side bars, “and see who bites.”
“Sounds like fun,” Angela agreed. “Let’s do them.”
“Yes, but carefully girl,” Erica warned with a strange smile. “Non-stop fucking and blowjobs, piercings, bruises, welts and whip marks are OK, but please don’t do something crazy like having a nipple crushed or some other barbaric form of extreme erotic submission.”
“Don’t worry,” Angela grimaced, as they arrived at the bar. Choosing to stand while Erica sat, she continued with, “I intend to stay attached to and if possible keep whole my various parts.”
“That would be wise,” Erica said motioning to the bar lady. “I always warn new cunts that all of the swinging dicks here about are sexual wolves waiting to pounce. My advice is to keep your wits separate from cunt desires while playing pain-sex games.”
“Safe can be boring,” Angela responded hoping to capitalize on Erica’s experience as a regular, “but being stupid can be terminal. Are there any suspects in attendance that a girl needs to be particularly leery of engaging?”
With what Angela took as a strained laugh, Erica initially ignored the question and ordered two rum fruit drinks for both of them. As the bartender left, she leaned over and whispered, “There are a few that I recommend staying away from. No direct knowledge, but just a hunch. You know what I mean?”
“I have a good idea,” Angela answered. “Are there any rumors, hints that might help a girl as vulnerable as me to identify these bad boys before they get their hooks in me?”
“I told you they are all bad boys,” Erica chuckled as their drinks arrived.
“Hum, I heard a rumor that there is a real freak,” Angela said taking up her drink, “among the long time BDSM swingers. It is said he has a pouch made from a bull’s testicular sack…filled with snippets of hair taken from his female trophies. Sort of like notches on a pistol handle.”
“You’re not a cop are you?” Erica suddenly responded with raised eyebrows. “You sure are sounding like one.”
“What makes you say that?” Angela countered hoping the expression she was presenting telegraphed sufficient indignity.
“You seem the type,” Erica answered suspicion clouding her expression, “and I’m usually a good judge of character.”
“You’re mistaking my tough veneer for the real me,” Angela countered, lying to keep her cover from being blown. “Inside I’m a common promiscuous pain slut.”
“With an ass and set of thighs showing like yours,” Erica said with a smile returning to her lips, “I’m good to go with the pain slut persona…for now.”
“I would think so,” Angela retorted. The welt marked up rear she was sporting was the real thing, and deserved to be treated as such.
“Now don’t go and get all pissy,” Erica said with a haughty tone and expression. “It wouldn’t have mattered if you were working with a badge. Girls have gone missing directly and indirectly from the resort. Several local uniforms have showed up and asked questions, but nothing has come of their inquiries. A few of us regulars were wondering when a more serious effort would be mounted…from a concerned perspective. You could have been part of such an effort, but now I’m guessing not.”
“Like I said I’m just a pain-slut looking for a wild time,” Angela said thinking that with Jack a suspect a confident like Erica could prove to be valuable, but not yet. “That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”
They both laughed took sips of their drinks and chatted about the previous day’s rain storm and how wonderful the weather had turned. As they talked, Angela glanced around the pool to discover that she and Erica were the center of attention. The uninhibited lust she found in the staring eyes was just what they had set out to stir up. Intuition told her that her target was among those so incited.
Deciding this was an opportunity to narrow the field of suspects, Angela asked, “I know you like it on top but I’m sure you are aware of the lusts associated with the semi-erect cocks spread about for our pleasurable viewing. Care to tell me something about each of them? You know narrow the field for me so I can stay away from the real perverts.”
“Well I do suffer through a good man meat poke every now and then,” Erica confessed, “in order to keep my sexual plumbing tuned up. And like I said, these are all bad boys sexually, but I can help sort out the dangerous dicks from the more sane players for you.”
“OK, let’s start with Ross over there,” Angela nodded. “On opening night I heard that he was a real whip master.”
“Oh my, just like a moth to a candle flame,” Erica moaned, rolling her eyes. “I knew you would pick him out first. He is so bad…no mercy. Dear Ross will beat you within an inch of your life and cherish every drop of blood you shed. Even better, he is a high lord of a fucker.”
“Interesting,” Angela responded taking a swig of her rum rich drink, “and the well hung dark Apollo with the thick gold necklace standing next to him?”
“Ah Derrick,” Erica answered with a strange envious look. “e oHe he HHHHHHHIf I was going to get a last man fuck, he would be my choice. He loves to slap and torment your tits while cock drilling your guts out. I’m sure he harbors deeper…more provoking desires.”
“This is exciting,” Angela responded, and the surrounding fierce looking male live stock was tickling her sexual interest. “That boyish looking blond god with the long thin cock looks intriguing. I bet he was the one spanking my ass and tits while cock exploring my colon during the welcoming activities.”
“Cowboy Shane,” Erica said with a laugh, “and don’t let his sweet demeanor kid you. He loves making a girl squeal in pain just for the fun of it. I’d give him a go
at me except he wants to brand each of the women he has sex with.”
And so it went through another half dozen of what Erica kept referring to as pool rats. All Angela could figure out was that she viewed them to varying degrees as voracious sex hungry beasts, and as so much competition. Erica’s weird sense of rivalry with the male patrons for the available girl flesh parading naked around the resort made her the pot calling the kettle black. Angela wondered what Erica’s deep dark fetishes were? Thinking wildly harsh carnal desires, Angela decided to personally find out at an appropriate time and place. Until then she would keep her close for fun and a valuable source of information.
As Erica finished with a lengthy description of two days immersed in a threesome with another girl and a smiling black giant, Angela’s eyes locked with Jack Savage’s confidently amused gaze. Erica noticed and became suddenly serious.
“I see you looking at the guy on the other side of the bar,” Erica said looking away from Jack. “Stay away from him. He’s a bad one for sure. The word has gotten around fast. If a girl wants to keep her skin, she stays away from the Jolly Roger.”
“You know this Roger then,” Angela said thinking Jack had a deeper cover than she would have thought necessary.
“I’ve talked to a few girls that have played and fucked with him over the years,” Erica confirmed. “He scared the hell out of them…and that says a lot with this bunch.”
“It sounds like this Roger is a regular.”
“Pretty much,” Erica replied. “I’ve been coming here for these special two week get-a-ways for years and he has been a standard feature. Some girls have gone for him, but not me.”
“Does that include the girls who disappeared?” Angela asked the hairs on the back of her neck standing at attention. “Did any of them go for Roger?”
“I’m not sure,” Erica shrugged, her eyes betraying intrigue. “Like I said, I steer clear of him. Girls are so much more fun to play with.”
“Understand. By the way do you have a coin?” Angela asked smiling at Roger aka Jack Savage.
“Will this two-sided bar token do?” Erica answered glancing back and forth between Angela and Roger-Jack, and smiling.
“Sure,” Angela replied looking down at the fiber chip. “Flip the token. Pirate flag and I go with Roger to tonight’s Pirate and Wenches gala, crossed swords and it’s Ross as an escort.”
Erica tossed the coin in the air and it came down pirate flag side up. Surprisingly, Erica chuckled and asked, “Hum, now what?”
“Danger turns me on,” Angela answered. “Tonight the Jolly Roger gets to cut up my back in an old fashion flogging.”
“Oh my,” Erica said glancing at Roger-Jack, “this is getting rather exciting.”
“Dear Erica,” Angela added winking at Jack, “this is just the beginning. Now this is what I want you to do.”
Chapter 19 Teasing a Madman
“Who did your ass and thighs?” Jack Savage asked with his usual cruel smile. “Nice job.”
“Ask the ebony goddess you’ve been fucking,” Angela answered well aware that the thin white smock she was wearing hid nothing.
“It was only a brief tryst,” Jack countered sounding not guilty.
“Where in the hell have you been then?” Angela asked, thinking he was telling the truth. Naomi wasn’t the type to fuck rough with a man like Jack.
“Poking around,” Jack responded and then laughed at his own pun. Angela wasn’t amused.
“Here I am running around naked,” Angela hissed covering her suspicion with anger, “teasing a madman, having my rear end skinned to be better bait and you are fucking off.”
“I was working into my cover,” Jack retorted. “And by arranging this little act, I’m assuming you needed to pass on information that can’t be handled over the phone.”
“You would be guessing right,” Angela replied. “One never knows who is listening in at these remote resorts.”
Adjusting his pirate’s hat and eye patch - the only things he was wearing - Jack growled, “Then start pissing info girl before this party starts to really swing.”
“Swing as in a whip?” Angela countered well aware of the gauzy costume she wore was historical fare for a female about to be flogged.
“This was your idea wench,” Jack said with a wicked smile. “Don’t blame me for playing my part for real.”
“As I will mine,” Angela responded feeling the heat of dark lust emanating from every pore of Jack’s naked body. He was a good looking criminal.
“Then before I have you tied, screaming and writhing delightfully,” Jack commanded, “tell me what you know and…not that I’m complaining… a reason for having me lash your bare back in front of this bloody rabid crowd.”
“OK,” Angela began, “First, as suspected our target is probably a regular at this resort…his shadowy presence generating disturbing ripples through the female attendees. Second, there is a rumor he has a pouch made from the cured skin of a bull’s balls and filled with locks of his victim’s hair as memorable trophies.”
For the briefest of moments, Angela sensed Jack stiffen and then relax with a quick laugh. “So we were right. This perverted flesh peddler has an extended connection with this naked sex mixed with pain-pleasure resort. And my take is the pouch thing is probably a fabrication by fearful clits.”
“I don’t find any of this funny,” Angela said catching Erica’s eye. She was with Ross: at Angela’s bidding Erica had set up Ross as King Neptune and she would play his mermaid Queen.
“Sorry,” Jack said in a way that Angela took as not sorry at all. “This pirate getup is putting me in a macabre mood…just right to flog a lovely female back to blood.”
“I detect far too much enthusiasm,” Angela countered. “I’ve only offered myself up for this party whipping as a means to re-freshen the bait…and nothing more.”
“Come on,” Jack said with another mischievous laugh, “we both know your cunt is beside itself with anticipation of repeatedly cumming from this lashing.”
“Just the same,” Angela insisted wishing Jack wasn’t right, “I need to stay mobile. Think decorating not slashing, slicing or cutting. OK?”
“Hell no,” Jack answered. “That is not the pirate way wench. Now tell me of any suspects that have risen to your teasing bait.”
“Well, there happens to be you,” Angela carelessly shot out and then recovered with, “which is only a fantasy of mine. Reality tells me King Neptune…one Ross McKenzie is a prime suspect.”
“We’ll have to explore that fantasy,” Jack growled with scary intent, “after we’ve put this Ross guy away.”
“I can’t wait,” Angela dangerously taunted, briefly wishing Jack wasn’t the target. She had fallen for his incendiary sexual desires. Unfortunately so had a number of other women, and no telling what had become their fate.
While neither the feel of his cock nor the sound of the voice matched that of the man who had sexually pounded her during the first night’s activities, there was no telling what Jack turned into as a madman. His fantasies, the way he had set her up for this assignment, that he was a regular with a dark reputation at the club and the perverse reports all pointed to identifying him as the one that had pain-fucked her that first night. Certainly the dire warning of taking her for his own at a time of his choosing matched with Jack’s stated desires, his response to her tease all but confirming Angela’s suspicions.
“Think sooner than later cunt,” Jack hissed, “and consider the whipping you are about to suffer as a warm up for the main event.”
“One more time Jack Savage,” Angela responded hoping this ruse worked as planned, “this is work and a means for me to draw out our target…and that man is McKenzie. So don’t get carried away.”
“Yeah work,” Jack chuckled. “As such I will only promise that you won’t need to be carried away after our act is finished.”
“How considerate,” Angela retorted. “Now grab a handful of my hair and present th
is insolent wench to King Neptune for sentencing.”
“Aye cunt,” Jack uttered being unnecessarily rough as he manhandled Angela toward the throne of Neptune and his Queen, “time to play.”
Chapter 20 Cutting up the Bait
To the roar of the attendees, McKenzie as King Neptune passed sentence on Angela with, “Such insolence cannot go unpunished. String her up, bare her comely flesh and make the wench scream for us Captain Jolly Roger.”
“My pleasure,” Jack said jerking Angela by the hair towards an authentic looking raised wooden grate.
Playing her part, Angela resisted and swore and screamed obscenities, spitting and kicking at the laughing Jack the Jolly Roger. Purposely ineffective, Angela soon found herself face to the grate, arms spread and wrists secured. Jack ripping the smock from her body initiated a not to be denied orgasm. She hoped her continued protests and testing of the ropes holding her pinioned to the grate were sufficient to cloak the tiny shudders stirring her sex. Knowing her too well, Jack was not deceived in the least.
“My, I would have thought that arse beating would have drained you,” Jack whispered in her ear as he cupped her swollen breasts. “I’ll be interested to see how many more there are in that cunt when the lash begins to take its toll.”
Angela just shook her head and fought the binding tie. She was not about to confirm Jack’s poignant assessment. Jack had other ideas.
Dropping a hand to her Mons, he inserted a finger into her sex yelling to the crowd over his shoulder, “I’m taking her temperature and it is cunt hot indeed.”
Laughter and zealous comments followed as Angela came again with the digits insertion. This was not going as planned.
Once more capturing her breasts Jack pulled Angela away from the grate and said loudly, “Stand back wench…a real woman allows the whip to taste her tits during a proper lashing.”
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