“You’ve got to be kidding” never left Angela’s lips as she complied with Jack’s challenge. He was a cruel knave, and by his actions he was proving to be a probable clone of Jack the Ripper. Keeping him thinking she was after Ross and not him was the key to finding the evidence to put her fuck buddy Jack down for good. Taking this party whipping might flush him into giving her the goods out of lust. At least that part of the plan was moving along just great.
“My subjects,” McKenzie yelled as Jack began to take test swings of a black snake of a whip, “how many lashes does this comely slut deserve?”
Compliant pleasures were immediately replaced with fear as shouts of “a hundred” and “to unconsciousness” intermingled with “use a weighted cat” and “tickle her with a proper knot” and so on. Drink and lust were loose: the party play was taking an ugly turn to the dangerous side. Most frightening of all was that Jack and Ross McKenzie were laughing themselves red in the face with were clear indications of incipient erections. Thankfully, Erica attempted to save Angela from an injurious beating.
“I say my King,” Erica interjected, “Twelve back strokes should do this wench. Anymore and she will be out of service for further play and fucking the rest of the week.”
“Bullshit,” McKenzie yelled brandishing a realistic looking trident. “She is a healthy specimen and can take at least fifty cuts with only minor scaring.”
“Fifty it is,” Angela heard Jack shout to Angela’s thought of maybe Jack and Ross were both in this gambit together. Sudden silence had Angela looking over her shoulder. Naomi was whispering in King Neptune’s ear and he was not looking pleased.
After what appeared to be a brief argument, McKenzie rose and said to the gathered revelers, “I have just been informed that the resort has limits on these kinds of public activity. So be it…Captain Roger, lay on the max allowed…twenty five strokes and make her feel everyone to her core.”
Jack didn’t give Angela time to feel relieved. He delivered the first lash with a force that took Angela’s breath away and drove her into the grating. Without a doubt, party play acting or not, she was about to suffer a very real flogging. The landing of number two confirmed her assessment, the lash landing long to wrap around under her raised armpit to snap into a quivering breast. As did she, the assembled crowd of faux pirates and their wenches went wild.
Squirming in agony, Angela shook her head and gasped for air. Glancing down she was surprised to find her right breast still intact, the forming welt ripening into a flaming red line of pain. With twenty three to go the tit along with its twin would certainly suffer bleeding injury at this pace. Jack’s admonishment supported the appraisal.
“My dear, let’s give the crowd what they want,” Jack said not as a request but as a command. And the crowd wanted her to continue to expose her breasts for the whip to sear. Angela did and Jack did too.
In rapid succession, three and four landed across her back delivered long. Backhand and fore, back, armpit and breast took the force of the lash to send Angela and her breasts into a frenzy of uncontrolled shuddering. Panic mixed freely with the agony and pleasure. She wanted to scream, but didn’t. Not yet she kept telling herself.
Her part called for courage under the lash, to give the whip full access to impart the most punishment pain. Of utmost importance, she was setting a trap for Jack, and possibly Ross as an accomplice. She didn’t want to leave a shred of a doubt in that she was the one they wanted, that her high, sexually driven pain tolerances made her a value not to be passed up. The lashing had to be real and Jack was making it so. That was a critical part of her plan.
For the next ten strikes Jack worked her upper back and sides. Playing to the crowd, Jack sent her breasts dancing with almost every blow. Angela also played to the crowd and to Jack, suffering the whipping with sensual purpose, shaking and writhing and openly cumming. There wouldn’t be a limp dick or dry cunt in the room by the time the last lash cut her. Jack, and possibly another would be among those that fucked her afterward. With a pre-arranged signal from Angela, a watching Erica would make a conclusive ID.
Nearly cummed out, Angela began to scream as number eighteen wrapped around her waist. By this time, Jack and she both cried out with effort, both were covered in perspiration, only Angela was bleeding. Still she kept her body held away from the grate, her exhausted sex an open sore in need of attention. Thinking alike, the next two strikes snaked over Angela’s hips to snap down into the furrow of her naked and gapping open sex. The riot of sensations that surged forth reignited everything carnal in Angela. Inside and out she convulsed with orgasmic chaos.
The sexual predator she was looking for or not, Jack kept his part of the bargain by finishing off Angela’s flogging with a flourish of strokes worthy of any whip master. Keeping her on an orgasmic high and with appreciated control, Jack delivered two final strokes to Angela’s impressible welted breasts and sent the last blows to keep her cunt enlivened with burning pain. Surprising even herself, Angela began to orgasm yet again with the most exquisite of agonies as the first of many speared her ready ass with an agitated erection.
This was the why of the lashing. Angela would know when her man began to ass fuck her, her scream of “X marks the spot” alerting Erica. With the departure of the sixth cock from her raw rectum, Angela was filled with doubts. Jack, Ross, whoever had not been drawn to her whipped back bait. Finding the strength to look over her shoulder she discovered the reason why. Erica, her expression one of ethereal pleasure, was being double penetrated by the two men Angela held as prime suspects – Jack Savage and Ross McKenzie.
As another hungry cock invaded her anus, all Angela could think of was her act of cut up bait had been insufficient to draw them or another to fuck her a second time. The self-proclaimed lesbian Erica was proving a distraction that bordered on being a betrayal. Options were few. Those that Angela had were disappearing fast. As Erica had warned, she had little skin left unmarked and worth playing with.
In two days the resort was going to have another theme night called Bondage Art. The plan forming in her head would have Angela and Erica directly engaged Ross and Jack as another teamed show. It was an opportunity to give Erica a chance to redeem herself.
Controlling her sobbing, another raging phallus inserted into her ass needed attention. Angela was necessarily distracted from the blazing rawness of her back, breasts and sex. There wasn’t an orgasm in the continuing anal plundering, but the buggering effectively offset the pain.
Things might just turn out alright after all.
Chapter 21 Otherwise Occupied
“I guess the guy you wanted to name wasn’t there last night,” Erica said as she applied an antiseptic salve to the various whip cuts decorating Angela’s back, sides and breasts.
“Oh he was there alright,” Angela winced surprised that none of the skin breaches were serious, “just otherwise occupied.”
“How do you know?”
“Intuition,” Angela answered asking herself why Erica the lesbian had gone straight on her at a critical time. “And even if he had you were so engaged in getting double fucked a thermonuclear warhead could have gone off and you would have been oblivious to it.”
“Sorry,” Erica said sounding pleased. “I know we had a plan, but watching you get whipped was such a turn on. I just needed to get off and you were occupied. Ross and the Jolly Roger took charge and fucked and bit me…and on and on it went. Crazy is all I can say.”
“Bit you?” Angela asked suddenly alert, “Where?”
“On my right shoulder,” Erica answered, “sort of where you seem to have a bite mark.”
“Which one did it?” Angela barked rolling over onto her welted back.
“I think it was Ross,” Erica said her expression one of thoughtful consideration. “But it was all one fucking blur. It was terrible in a way. I’m into girls for sure from now on.”
“Look honey,” Angela said telling herself to settle down. “I’m just a little te
nse. I really want this guy. He was an amazing fuck. And, this may be hard to understand, but I think whoever it was probably was involved with several of the girls here that ended up missing.”
“Oh Angela,” Erica said with sympathy filling her tone and expression, “are you one of those…you know a helpless edge player?”
“I’m afraid so,” Angela answered knowing what she said was not that far from the truth. “You could say that I’m hooked on playing with dangerous men.”
“I wish that I didn’t find this exciting,” Erica said her eyes wide.
“That’s clear,” Angela responded noting Erica’s male sized nipples were especially hard. “And other than helping me to get my man, consider me the professional here and please stay the voyeur. For reasons that you will learn later, let me do the heavy lifting. OK?”
“Only if you promise me your undivided attention for several days, maybe even a week,” Erica said with a pout. “We can have a private affair at this old castle I have access to in Eastern Europe. I think you would find it a perfect retreat for just us girls.”
“Count me in. I’ll need a man free sabbatical after this venture,” Angela agreed her mind whirling with possible courses of action. “But for now I want you to help in identifying that man that so forcefully fucked me my first night here…I desire a lot more of him.”
“Even if it might mean you won’t last once under his power?” Erica asked with what Angela took as more perverse interest than fear for Angela’s well being.
“Don’t worry about me,” Angela insisted disregarding Erica’s strangeness. “I know what I’m doing. Now I want you to set us up with the Jolly Roger and Ross McKenzie as dates for the upcoming Bondage Art party…and make it clear we want to be the stars…subjects for their artful expression of females constrained.”
“So you think your man is either the Jolly Roger or Ross?” Erica asked her expression non-committal.
“I’m thinking that way,” Angela answered hoping her target turned out to be Ross and not Jack. It would hurt in more ways than one if she had to take him down. Erica was on another planet.
“I think I feel an orgasm coming on,” Erica moaned.
“Please take it to your room,” Angela said in need of time to herself. “I’ve got some research to do.”
“I don’t know if I can make it all the way there.”
“Run,” Angela insisted. “That will help.”
Erica ran and Angela looked for the bite mark but the light was not good. Thinking it was probably just a nip, that Jack or Ross would reserve the real stuff for her, Angela smiled to herself. Erica was proving fun with a unique sensual type of strong beauty. She hoped they could be close friends when this was over, her offer of a private retreat sounded ideal.
Making her way to the valise containing Jack’s reports, Angela selected the next one and gingerly made her way to a balcony lounge chair. Glancing down at the pool area, she almost laughed. Several of the women sunning face down were sporting whip marked up backs.
Sitting, a flash caught her eye. It came from the resort complex located to the left of hers. In one of the darken room interiors someone had a scope or binoculars on her. Jack, Ross, another culprit – whoever it was just had to take her bait.
That would be the right thing for him to do.
Chapter 22 Target Confirmed
Subjecting herself to what to further shocking comment, Angelia opened the next case file and began to read. As with the other victims’ briefs, Angela tried to remain detached from what she hoped was hearsay.
But Jack’s too clear insight and unashamed confession of sexual involvement with each of the victims had the effect of drawing Angela into the narratives with a mixture of trepidation and morbid fascination. The only conclusion Angela could come to was that if Jack was not the prime target, he knew who was. Not only knew, but was involved with the disappearances in some way.
After reading the file Angela knew she was on the right track.
For Angela Wells’ eyes only
Victim: Alexia Johns
Age: 27
Particulars: Lineage has her as a Princess
Occupation: Moneyed Royalty (Monte Carlo party girl)
Known Sexual Inclination/Practices: Known as a Bi-sexual swinger, some drugs and occasional ventures into the European Goth scene.
Angela: Miss Johns is the youngest of the missing women.
The best schools (to include finishing), 24/7 nannies (absentee parents), gorgeous and sexually uninhibited Alexia was also known to be wildly adventurous. She lived out the daring side of her sexuality in part through taking on all comers at the resort’s BDSM events. I can personally attest to the fact that she has all the attributes of a full-blown pain-slut. She did have some interesting distractions (for me at least): she was pierced everywhere (multiply in many cases) and sported a number of provocative tattoos. The tattoo I was particularly smitten with was the one inked just above her ass. In Latin script, it said, “Accipe Rosas, Relinque Spinas” which translates to “Take the roses, leave the thorns.”
I think you can imagine the stir she created at the resort. She had a body made for naked, loved fucking with both men and women in every way possible and thrived on the pain end of a whip or crop. What’s not to like.
The possibilities represented by the piercings alone kept the attention of every cock and more than a few pusses focused on getting to play serious with her, to include me. Weights and hooks, bars and decorative brooches, electrical probes you name it stretched, pulled or distorted all of her pierced bits to past torment and into torture. If I have succeeded in getting your nipples pierced, you have an idea what I’m talking about (and would love to explore this fetish with you).
In all of her brashness, Alexia was emotionally and physically needy, as in needing to be dominated, used and abused. She was addicted to being played with hard, broken allowed to mend and again played with to breaking. Of course this was best mixed with uninhibited sex. I was really getting into her when she suddenly disappeared.
I am well aware of the way this all looks. Yes, I was the one of the last to see Alexia the night she disappeared from the streets of Cannes France. Someone or an organization is using me as a cover for their female snatching scheme. That is the only explanation I can come up with.
As for Alexia, I’m thinking she was whisked away to one of the many mega-yachts in the harbour, or possibly spirited away by an international ring of flesh peddlers. There are reports coming out of Eastern Europe of such activities. And there is always the possibility that Alexia was a willing foil in her own abduction.
I mean that night she was prancing around in high heels, short skirt and a tank top – nothing else and that damn tattoo was clearly visible. I offered her my jacket and she laughed at me. She was asking to be kidnapped.
That is about it. She was such a free sexual spirit no one took note of her disappearance for over a week. A family solicitor asked about her whereabouts when she did not show for a scheduled review of a proposed real-estate investment. There was a brief official investigation and then nothing until we became involved. I’m hoping we can find out what happened to her and the other women.
One last thing: you remind me a lot of her. I’m looking forward to bringing these cases to a close and being alone with you and our fantasies.
Jack
Angela dropped the folder and took a deep breath. At that moment, if she could, she would have called Frank and had him pull her out of the operation. When and if she nailed Jack, it would be an all-around bummer. But Jack, or he and an accomplice had to be stopped. His weak denials were not working for her.
Glancing back at the window where she had seen the flash, Angela’s thought was that she needed to get this operation over and fast. She did not want to be the next subject of a Jack written unsolved disappearance case file.
Chapter 23 Wrong Assessment
Angela hadn’t been surprised when Erica reported that she had mana
ged to talk Jack (the Jolly Roger to her) and Ross into being their artists for the resort’s Bondage Art fair. Unexpected, Ross had insisted on Angela as his to work with while Jack seemed OK with having Erica as his female object to artistically present in bondage. If she was right, Jack should be all over her physically and mentally. On the other hand, he could be trying to remain aloof and somewhat detached for the very reason Angela held him as a prime suspect.
In any case, the art fair had Angela’s full attention. Including herself and Erica, a dozen others were on display around the covered patio area. All were bound in interestingly erotic and generally painful ways. Ross had been particularly imaginative and cruel fixing up Angela into a provocative display of straining female nakedness.
Hanging from her right wrist, Angela’s left arm was cross tethered to her bent up right leg’s ankle. A pound of lead hung from each nipple ring, two pounds from a toothed clamp set into her stretched out tongue. Holding Angela’s head high and back was two prongs inserted in her nostrils. The prongs were attached to a strong nylon line running up to a tight leather head band. At the back, another line pulled tight ran down to a hook inserted in her rectum. Complex bondage was the least of her challenges.
Every time Angela lowered her left foot’s toes to the floor the dildo mounted prod impaling her sex exploded with an electrical charge directly into her cervix. Shocked into activity, she wiggled as best she could in returning to the bondage’s intended strained pose.
Straining, sweating, breathing difficult, nipples and tongue aching and quivering all over Angela felt erotically stunning. The many admirers that stopped in front of her display said so out loud, their bodies’ clear reactions were just as explicit. Across the aisle, Erica hanging breathlessly from a modified cross was equally enthralled. She kept asking Angela to self torment herself.
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