Bait Naked

by Amanda Knights

  “Oh Angela honey,” Erica pleaded. “Please touch that metal plate at you feet again. You are so exquisite when absorbing pain…and especially tied so beautifully.”

  Only able to moan, Angela lowered a toe to the metal plate connecting the circuit to the duel pronged contacts prodding the entrance to her womb. Electrical fire erupted in her guts and set her body into uncontrolled convulsions that further intensified the bondage agony to a new level of suffering. The pain turned bittersweet with the sight of Erica tortured with an orgasm. Her timing couldn’t have been better.

  As both of them were agitated by different types of distress, they captured the attention of the judging party. For many minutes the group stood in awe between Angela and Erica. For her part, Angela kept lowering her free toes to the metal plate to generate inspiring torment. When they finally left for the next girl bondage exhibit, their awe was expressed with verbal appreciation for the show. Angela was sure she and Erica had been assigned high marks for difficulty, artist eroticism and individual fortitude.

  Her cervix feeling like it was close to being electrically fried, Angela opened her eyes to find Ross standing in front of her. She would have judged the look of unmitigated lust on his face as evil if it weren’t for the continuing waves of compliant delight generated by the bondage’s demanding torment. Instead, Angela purposely lowered a toe to propel her into pain wracked convulsions that she knew was pure pleasure for the sadist standing before her. She was more than right.

  Breathing with difficulty, Angela came off the pain filled high to find Ross just inches from her face. With a rage of desires flashing in his eyes, he hoarsely whispered, “You should have suffered the fifty lashes I initially decreed the other night, now the count is one hundred. Within the next month arrange for a suitable place and time for my execution of the punishment. I’ll be in contact.”

  Setting the nipple and tongue weights swinging, Ross turned and walked away led by an angry looking bobbing erection. Angela reached out for reality and toe touched the trigger for the dido prod impaling her sex. Clarity was immediate, searing and inspiring. In the throes of excruciating multi-faceted pain, pleasure and a helpless want for more, Angela was pleased. Successful bait, she had teased the big game suspect from concealing darkness.

  Ross’s lust tinted voice was near the masking high pitched tone of the suspect that had hard fucked her on the first night. His sadistic nature was well known among the resort’s regulars. The commanding nature and confidence of his latest pronouncement fit with the earlier promises of the rogue fucker. Angela was sure Ross had a pouch with hair snippets as macabre trophies in his possession. He was surely the one that had bit her.

  Relieved that the predator was not Jack after all, Angela felt vindicated for suffering the painful bondage. She needed to keep her head in control of unruly desires and stay out of Ross’s aura of influence until she had conclusive evidence. The combined guileful smile on Erica’s lips and the fire in her eyes was the only incongruity challenging Angela’s sureness of direction.

  Girl sex and revelation of her discovery would bring Erica a corrected perspective, and along with Jack a possible ally in putting Ross away permanently. And to think Angela had been ready to pull the trigger on Jack, her twisted fuck buddy and team member.

  Chapter 24 Feeling of Trust

  “If you were my slave,” Erica said wet kissing Angela’s turgid weight tortured nipples, “I would have good reason to give up on men entirely.”

  Laughing hurt, her tongue still sore, Angela responded with, “Liar. You’re no more a lesbian than me. I’ve seen you in action. You like getting fucked with a hot blood filled erection too much.”

  “Insightful bitch,” Erica smiled licking in turn each of Angela’s nipples and then moving downward to nestle between Angela’s thighs.

  Long slow licking Angela’s entire sex, Erica moaned, “I do want to consume you…to have all of you for myself forever and ever.”

  “Do that again,” Angela breathed, “and you can have me for two weeks for anything you want.”

  “Are you sure…anything?” Erica asked, alert like a cat after a mouse.

  “Yes, whatever your heart desires,” Angela answered carnally enthralled by Erica’s lustful look, her lips and chin wet with Angela’s sexual secretions.

  “Well then,” Erica said, “lay back my dear slave cunt and let me warm you up for an orgasmic execution like you’ve never experienced before.”

  “Oh my,” was all Angela could get out as Erica began to do things with her tongue, teeth and lips that could only be described as deliciously sinful.

  In unbridled releases of lust Jack and several others had defeated Angela with erotic torment, but until now no one had crushed her sexually. Feeling particularly vulnerable after identifying Ross McKenzie as the man she had been sent to bring down, Angela lowered all pretenses of self-mastery and let Erica destroy her with pleasure.

  Raging hormones, delicately rough caresses, corporal sensations that could only exist in a never-never land of carnal excess flooded every exposed nerve, every synapses with an apogee of sensual desires realized. With an almost punitive intensity, Erica ravaged Angela’s proffered flesh. Injected with a seething forbidden aphrodisiac Angela had no other choice but to succumb to her uncontrolled sexual wildness.

  Under Erica’s inescapable web of carnal domination Angela would have truly let her do anything to her. That Erica didn’t was just what Angela needed for the embracing a feeling of trust building between them. It was time to reveal all to Erica and enlist her in bringing an end to Ross McKenzie’s regime of female abductions. Erica listened without any emotion showing, but her response to Angela’s theory and revelation that she was indeed there at the resort in an official capacity was disturbing on multiple fronts.

  “I had you tagged as a badge from the moment I saw you,” Erica said sitting up looking very superior. “And you’re subsequent denials were really quite painful to endure.”

  “I’m thinking I was the only one being deceived,” Angela responded Jack having maneuvered her into becoming bait naked through a well thought out artifice.

  “Now you are sounding sensible,” Erica said, looking behind her as if someone might overhear. “From what you have told me Jolly Roger’s…your fellow agent Jack…reports are too personal with insights only someone involved in the abductions could have known. On the other hand, Ross has given you reason to believe he is a valid suspect too. My question, could they be working together?”

  “I’m no longer sure of anything,” Angela answered shaking her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts. She succeeded in becoming more confused and frightened. This dangerous game was at the ‘for keeps’ point and she needed to be right the first time. Once she pulled the trigger, there would not be an opportunity for ‘Oh my god’ back peddling. Again, Erica seemed to be ahead of her.

  “I think you know that I want these series of abductions solved as much as you do,” Erica said, taking Angela by the shoulders and looking her in the eyes. “I would be heartbroken if the resort ceased to offer these special periods of acting out darker erotic fantasies.”

  “Yeah, if I wasn’t on duty there are some wild kicks to be had,” Angela responded, her mind racing for a solution. “Do you have any suggestions?”

  “Yes I do,” Erica answered, a thin smile forming on her lips. “If you are up for it, you’ll have to play hard and solo with our two culprits while I work in the background.”

  “I’m in for anything,” Angela said at wits end. “Tell me your plan.”

  “I’m thinking the upcoming Inquisition Party will provide the opportunity for you to close these cases once and for all,” Erica said her expression one of scheming mischief. “While you entertain our two suspects, I will be going through not only Ross McKenzie’s room but our Jack Savage’s as well. A cured bull’s ball sack with incriminating hair bits should be the clincher you are looking for.”

  “That will get us one
of them,” Angela said, momentarily wary of Erica. She didn’t remember telling Erica Jack’s last name. “What if they are truly working as a team?”

  Like a feather breeze on a hot summer day, Erica’s expression briefly implied uneasiness. Quickly recovering, she belayed Angela’s minor concern with an astute observation.

  “From my first stay here, Jack and Ross have been close working the female patrons like a pack of wolves. Both have jobs, but live way beyond their means. The resort is very expensive. Earning extra under-the-table cash by setting up vulnerable females for abduction fits what I have been thinking for a while now. If we find one of them with a souvenir pouch both are guilty, believe me.”

  Angela struggled to find a flaw in Erica’s theory, and couldn’t. Jack did seem to have a lot of money to throw around, certainly more than he made at the company. Ross wasn’t an innocent type. Drawing Angela into their web after another inconclusive investigation would possibly bring an end to the case. Her subsequent disappearance would be too much for Frank to stomach. Taking Angela out would set the two scoundrels up for an extended run at the resort. All sounded plausible, but Angela was feeling herded. She needed to be sure and said so.

  “Alright, let’s do it,” Angela said feeling better about her control of the situation. “But I make the final call as to taking out one or both of them. Understand?”

  “Honey, I would never try to influence you one way or the other,” Erica mewed, looking slightly hurt. “Consider me as just a helpful admirer.”

  “I’ll try,” Angela responded both giggling as she roughly wrestled Erica back down into a sexually compromising position.

  In the ensuing sensual free-for-all Angela allowed Erica to sexually top her. Erica proved rough, but nothing like what Angela expected to erotic suffer at the Inquisition party. She was planning to play dangerous and offer to test her depth of passion and tolerances against the lusts attracted to the naked bait she was intending to wiggle in front of her two prime suspects.

  With Erica’s help and a turn of luck, Angela intended to bring the case to a close. Afterward, she intended to enjoy a period of down time with Erica. Her exotic sounding hideaway had the potential for an exciting time and would give them the privacy to enjoy each other to the fullest.

  Resisting a threatening disturbance in her loins, Angela wondered how much she was worth on Jack and Ross’s black market gig. On display in Baronesa Delgado’s tent, suffering through top the last bid of three quarters of a million dollars had been a strangely exhilarating experience.

  Chapter 25 Inquisition

  De Sade would have felt at home in the arena set up by the resort’s entertainment staff. Racks, gallows, pillories, rail horses padded and not, whipping blocks, posts, cunt and ass impaling devices and the tools one would associate with a well equipped dungeon filled the room. It was a collection of erotic pain toys that sent a shiver of fearful thrill into Angela’s sex. Almost as exciting was the focused wicked intent of the approaching two men.

  “What sexual adventurous,” Angela said intent on seduction, “wouldn’t want to have you two kidnap her?”

  Both men laughed, their cocks twitched and Jack winked. McKenzie answered for both of them with, “Only a cunt that has no limits and thrills to ultimate passion plays.”

  “Sounds dangerous,” Angela daringly responded feeling relatively safe in the resort’s monitored scene.

  “It is,” Jack said, taking her arm and directing Angela over toward a chair like devise without a true bottom. Instead, a twin dildo and attached mechanism was centrally placed in such a way that shouted rectum and sex impalement.

  “Oh my,” Angela commented running her fingers over the metal studded rubber dildos, “pussy and ass torture is such a turn on.”

  “Well then as a gentleman,” Jack responded, “let me help you mount these toys while Ross straps you in for a fun filled ride.”

  “I’m soaking with anticipation,” Angela said with a nervous laugh.

  She was openly submitting to the lusts of two predators. Their intent was to hurt her and make her cry and scream. But in the public forum of the club theme night, it was promised that the resort monitor would keep the play to a non-injurious level. Or at least that was what the Inquisition brochure had said. And the torment of her nether parts did appeal to Angela’s sexual sense of breathtaking excitement.

  Letting her compliant persona free to twist and transform purposeful abuse into erotic discomfort, wiggling and twisting Angela slowly settled onto the hard probes. Getting her sphincter to open for the rather large headed anal device was the most difficult task. Ross helped by directing Angela from below. That he was enjoying the view showed in the lust tinting his voice. The high guttural tone was very near that of what she thought sounded like the voice she identified with the investigation’s target. She didn’t have time to focus on this aspect as an impatient Jack put both hands on Angela’s shoulders and forcibly impaled her fully on the dildos.

  Grunting in discomfort her thighs splayed open, Angela moaned, “That makes this girl want two real man cocks poking her instead of these beastly things.”

  “Exactly what this device was originally used for,” Ross said as he strapped first one ankle and then the other to the wooden frame. “Many a reluctant maiden found herself preferring male impalement to an hour or two of anal and cunt torture on this ingenuous machine.”

  “And this particular model,” Jack added as he secured Angela’s wrists to immovable wooden arms, “has many modern updates that I’m sure you will appreciate like electrical heated and gas cooled probes operated by remote control.”

  “Oh goodie,” Angela said finding little of her could move. Jack securing her head with a padded wooden vice like helmet added to a growing alarm. This was going to be bad. Jack confirmed her worse fears.

  “I assure you goodies galore,” Jack said with his voice filling with lust that also sounded like the target to confuse Angela further. “Now open up for this ring gag. We don’t want you to bite your tongue off.”

  Opening her mouth, Angela wondered if they were going to incapacitate her for abduction right there in front of everyone. A roaming resort monitor reined in Angela’s wild imagination and possibly Ross and Jack’s intentions as well.

  “Madam…Masters,” the white blouse, dark pants dressed matron said pointing to a switch within reach of Angela’s right hand, “before you begin, please note the stop switch and the rules associated with activation.”

  “Oh come on,” Ross said, “we’re just going to play with her.”

  “Just the same,” the woman responded turning to Angela, “Madam, if you activate that switch this game of torture is over. Understand?”

  Angela answered with a ring gag distorted “yes” and thought damn. No matter what Jack and Ross did to her, how much they hurt her, she couldn’t activate the kill switch before Erica arrived to signal mission success.

  “Great,” the monitor said, “have fun. If you have any problems or need assistance just call.”

  As the woman walked off Angela had seconds to savor the erotic aura of sexual submission to pain’s pleasures. The dildo’s were getting warm and then real warm with hot shortly following. With her imagination leading to the thin layers of tissue separating the two probes beginning to cooking, every fiber of her being urging her to activate the kill switch. Unable to breathe, she gave it a few more seconds. Cooling to cold came just in time to leave a heaving, writhing distressed human female. Her first clear thought was where was Erica?

  With fully charged erections, eyes and features alive with dark desires, Angela’s second thought was that Ross and Jack were just beginning. She was right. They had been thrilled watching Angela, from their perspective, sensually suffer. The sexual pain slut within Angela wasn’t immune to compliant passions of twisted pleasure. If it wasn’t for the gag, she would have told them so. It was a brief thought as the second cycle of hurtful heat and cold took complete control of senses and thin
king.

  After a half hour of cyclic agony and two unwanted vaginal tremors, Angela was ready to throw the kill switch but Erica was still absent. Jack evidently noticed her frantic effort of glancing left and right.

  Leaning to within inches of Angela’s tear stained face, Jack whispered, “Are you looking for the cavalry to save you from yourself?”

  Laughing, he answered the question for her with, “Not a chance dear Angela. You’re mine.” Then, louder for Ross to hear, “She loves this. Let’s spear the cunt’s cervical eye with a sound and give her a dilation work out.”

  A bolt of adrenalin sent Angela into a frenzied jerking against her bonds. She could feel her breasts shaking, ringed nipples hard in protest. Her body was glowing with perspiration, her sex mad with confused turmoil. Ross added to Angela’s fear.

  “Yeah,” Ross grinned. “I’ll expand the butt probe and pump a little air into her colon. Coupled with an expanded sound, that should take her over the edge and into exquisitely raging oblivion.”

  “There’ll be nothing left of me to abduct,” Angela tried to scream through the ring gag.

  Her agitation was cut short as Jack picked up his controller. Their eyes locked, she watched him twist a knob. Unseen but not unfelt, a probe rose from the dildo head pressed against the apex of Angela’s vagina. Threading the bull’s-eye, the device invaded her most female of cavities. Ross, controlling the anal insertion, brought Angela to straining moans and tearing. The resort’s event monitor was passing by and stopped.

  “How’s she doing?” the woman asked.

  “Not even close to calling it quits,” Jack said tapping the controller. An expansion of the device caused an unnatural dilation of Angela’s cervix. Writhing hysteria instantaneously followed.