“Thanks,” the woman responded extending a hand. “You must have come in on last night’s plane from the states. My name is Erica.”
“Angela here,” Angela said briefly touching the offered hand. “Landing during that thunderstorm was not fun, but I made it.”
“I can see that,” Erica smiled with obvious wicked intent. “And am I happy that you did make it, for what I see is not a plain Angela at all.”
“How nice of you to say so,” Angela responded returning the compliment with, “And if I may Erica, I think you have the attention of most of the many naked dicks’ in attendance today.”
“Oh I did dear,” Erica replied with what Angela took as a bit of jealousy, “until you pranced in with those devilish marked up ass cheeks and thickly filled nipples.”
“They were a bon voyage gift,” Angela said the damn sarong had covered nothing.
“Not a marking of territory or property?” Erica asked with raised eyebrows.
“I’m here free to play,” Angela answered. With her cute face and boyish look, Erica was clearly a wanton fixture of the resort: a good source to feed with come-ons.
“Just fucking and sucking,” Erica continued to probe, “or more interesting…intense activities?”
“My only limit is leaving here in one piece,” Angela answered, upping the ante, “and able to walk and talk.”
Leaning forward, Erica responded with, “Let’s keep that part just between us cunts. Enjoyment in playing hurt will be sufficient to keep your three orifices filled with man meat while you are here.”
“No girl-on-girl play?” Angela asked with a why-not attitude. After all she was bait, and bait worked all angles in an effort to be taken.
Laughing Erica gave a limp wrist gesture and said, “Hon, girls going down on each other is what keeps our twats entertained while the boys cum recharge. I mean they just love watching us do each other.”
“You sound like you’re on the entertainment staff.”
“I do spend these special two weeks playing hard and fucking as often as I can…but no, I’m not on the payroll.”
“Then does unofficial sexual social director match?”
“Let’s just say,” Erica evaded, “I can make sure you get fucked…and delightfully abused in a plethora of fun ways.”
“You’re hired.”
“In that case,” Erica said reaching out to touch Angela’s bare shoulder, “will you be my partner during this afternoon’s Games?”
“Sounds intriguing,” Angela answered, wondering what she was getting herself in for.
“Good,” Erica responded with what Angela took as a commanding smirk. “And I do hope you can play hurt.”
“My specialty,” Angela said with some foreboding accepting Erica’s goodbye two cheek kiss.
“See you at four in the game room,” Erica said over her shoulder as she swayed toward a group of admiring males.
After what appeared to be a brief exchange, the group exploded in laughter. Their looks in Angela’s direction were filled with raucous delight. Angela should have been thrilled with the attention, but wasn’t. She got the distinct impression that the ‘Games’ were going to turn into a test by the regulars. At least Angela would have one of their own as a team mate.
A glance by Erica placed the advantages of having an experienced player on her side in question. There was a look in Erica’s eyes that went beyond wild and into gleeful crazy.
Chapter 8 Games
Harnessed together by their tightly noosed breasts, their arms tied behind their backs and positioned on a raised platform, Angela grunted alongside Erica as they strained together in a perverse version of Tug-a-War. On the other side of the waist deep swimming pool were two other women similarly bound perched on a similar platform. Recently refreshed, ice cubes chilling the pool waters were the incentive to win.
“Pull Angela,” Erica hissed, “or we become living ice sculptures.”
“I am,” Angela growled throwing herself back, her breasts hurting like hell. The one positive she could think of was the target had to be watching from the gathered crowd. The negative, other than losing, she hadn’t spotted Jack yet.
The other female team was equally engrossed in staying out of the cube filled pool. Erica’s minimal breast flesh was a concern. Adding to the challenge, men had happily volunteered to use straps on the contest participant’s legs. Betting was also done in wagers of pain.
“I bet ten crop strokes to each of my wife’s tits that ‘A’ team wins,” yelled a man to Angela’s left. That was encouraging as Erica and she were the ‘A’ team. Another eager observer upped the ante to fifteen that the ‘B’ side was the ones to beat. And so it went for the next ten minutes.
A roaring, cheering, jeering crowd, the crack and sharp pain of methodically wielded straps and one’s breasts silently screaming in protest became a puree of noise, pain and effort. Disregarding all sense of preservation, literally throwing her total self into the game, Angela jeopardize her breast’s integrity in a final frantic effort to win.
Bucking backward into the straps that were intent on driving her forward, Angela felt as if her breasts were close to ripping from her chest. Even though she was limited chest size wise, Erica proved an equally fearless player aggressively yanking on the rope connection. Yet the match remained a draw until one of the tit ties on the other team slipped loose.
Sensing victory along with Erica, they redoubled their effort and succeeded in drawing the woman with one tied breast off balance. Tumbling into the freezing water, the losing players began to scream as they popped up after plunging uncontrollably into the ice water. Angela and Erica’s cries were of triumph.
As the gathered ‘fans’ feasted on the two naked women turning blue in the pool, resort staff untied Angela and Erica’s wrists and presented them with a rum fruit drink. The rum helped as the release of the breast ties was excruciating: blood beginning to flow in and out again exciting hundreds of neurons to pain. A glance at the teeth chattering freezing cold women relegated the agony to minor discomfort. Erica mitigated a building concern for the two losers with a laugh.
“Don’t worry about them,” Erica said with a wave of her hand. “The losers of games are only allowed to briefly suffer. Resort staff will shortly end their chilling torment.”
“Sounds civilized,” Angela responded putting her drink down to begin massaging her throbbing breasts. She also scanned the game room for signs of overt interest and found none among those present. Somewhat surprising, Jack was still not to be seen. The only one she discovered captivated by her presence was Erica.
Turning to find Erica staring at her, Angela asked with a strained smile, “What’s next?”
“We’ve entertained enough,” Erica responded as if jolted out of deep thought. “Let’s enjoy the rest of the games as voyeurs.”
“I like that plan,” Angela said watching the wife or girlfriend of one of the losing wagers paying up in cane welted breasts.
With Erica leading, they toured the many game scenarios being played out around the large game room. All were sexual in nature, most involved erotic challenges. A banana stuffed cunts, run and then eat contest was actually amusing. Dancing the limbo under a flaming hot, ever lowering bar was taking a toll on perkier breasted females. Running duck like with nets of coconuts suspended from dramatically stretched labia was both funny and disturbing.
Watching a dramatic breast drumming demonstration, Angela felt Erica staring at her again. Twisting her head to smile, Angela said, “A kiss for your thoughts.”
“I want you for my slave at tonight’s meet and greet,” Erica said rubbing her hands together, her expression one of entertaining nasty thoughts.
“Erica, I thought Masters and Slaves was the venue for tonight,” Angela countered glancing down at Erica’s bare sex, “and my dear you don’t have a cock.”
“That’s Mistress Erica slave.”
“Yes Mistress,” Angela replied with a compliant smile as she moved int
o Erica’s embrace for an open mouthed kiss.
Angela didn’t know where Jack and the other agents were, but she was right where she needed to be. With Erica a sure draw, the target of the investigation couldn’t be far away.
Chapter 9 Disturbing Discovery
After a shower and short rest, Angela made her way to David Bain’s office. He wasn’t there, but his assistant - a beautiful black woman - lead her to a dark room a short distance away. Inside were a number of manned monitoring stations. David was leaning over one of the seated observers. They were all clothed and except for sandals Angela was naked. She wasn’t sure if that was a disadvantage or not. The smile on Bain’s face, as he noticed her presence, made being bare ass a plus. His ebony assistant wasn’t happy.
“I didn’t take you for a video voyeur,” Angela said as David approached with his assistant close behind.
“I’m not,” David replied with a hand wave. “I’ve asked the Directors for surveillance cameras to cover the resort, but they were concerned with possible accusations of spying on the guests. As such, these monitors are covering key points of approach to the resort compound. The bad guys infesting the surrounding jungle look on this strange jewel as easy pickings. Part of my job is to make that a miss-conception.”
“Do these bad guys include abductors of confused resort females?”
“My, you are persistent,” David responded taking Angela by the elbow and directing her out of the surveillance center. “Officially, the resort hasn’t lost any guests to accidents in or out of the compound. Unofficially, if a crazed female occasionally strays into the jungle, it just didn’t happen.”
“Ok,” Angela said glancing back at a now smiling David Bain assistant. She had the look of a confident black-panther stalking possible prey. Angela gave her ass just a bit more of a sway as a tease. Might as well leave no stone unturned, or in this case a possible aggressor un-tweaked.
“I don’t want to leave you with the impression that I am blind as to what goes on around here,” David said his hand dropping to Angela’s waist. “The entire staff acts as my eyes and ears, a select few work in a primary security role. Sometimes I even mingle with the patrons when an activity demands my attention. You were stunning this afternoon…that tug-of-war contest was inspiring.”
“Then I would think you have a good handle on the regulars,” Angela probed ignoring David’s hand now cupping one of her ass cheeks, “that inhabit these two week S&M festivals. Do you think that if my boss Frank emails you a list of our suspected victims that you might be able tie a specific patron’s attentiveness to the females on the list?”
“I think we should discuss that in private,” David Bain answered directing Angela into his office, closing the door on his assistant. Her look directed at Angela as the door closed telegraphed the clear message to expect a payback made in hell. On a less threatening level, the Chief of Security’s price for cooperation was as before, carnal in nature.
“You’ve been voted as the best of the new meat,” David said, maneuvering Angela to a bent forward pose over his desk. “I’m not surprised. After five plus years watching naked people fuck and damage each other in the name of pleasure, I am a good judge of human flesh…and yours is top-of-the-line my lovely cunt.”
“Thank you,” was all Angela got out before she felt a finger press against her exposed anus. The digit went in easily, obviously well lubricated. Still, Angela wasn’t much into anal sex and said so.
“Please,” Angela moaned, “use my mouth or cunt. My ass is an exit and not an entrance.”
“I tried your mouth yesterday,” David responded, retracting his exploratory finger. “It is your ass today. As for your cunt, I don’t like to get intimate with the resort’s guests.”
Angela almost laughed, but instead stifled a moan as David plunged his erection past her anus and into her colon. She kept telling herself that this was just part of the job, that she should have expected carnal exploitation of her rectum. At least the erection was as lubricated as the preceding finger. She could do this: her forte was working, playing and sexing hurt. Angela began to rectally toil to provide the invading phallus with corporeal stimulation. The payout was immediate.
“I’ll ask your Frank to provide me a list,” David groaned thrusting in and out with increased rapidity. “I’ll review it for unusual past activity by any of the regulars.”
“Oh god, go deeper,” Angela cried with victory making her rectal muscles work past the distress.
David Bain did exactly that, and at the furthest point of penetration began to ejaculate. Angela did her best to make the event extraordinary. She did well. Even in its flaccid state, the man and phallus didn’t seem to want to leave the heated sanctum of her colon. Remaining bent over her, breathing hard, David Bain showed further appreciation for her efforts. His revelation left Angela reeling with endless questions without answers.
“One other thing you should know,” he breathed, “your fellow agent Jack Savage is an S&M resort regular.”
Chapter 10 Mistress and Slave
Scanning the crowd, Jack was again nowhere to be seen. The plan had him there a day ahead of time to check out the resort’s guest list. With David Bain’s disclosure of Jack’s history with the resort, Angela mentally moved him from unreliable to watch carefully. Moreover, tomorrow she would ask the head of security for access to a computer connected to the internet. Her boss Frank had some explaining to do. Until then, Angela was operating in the blind. She had never felt so vulnerable, and her new aggressive friend ‘Mistress’ Erica was not helping.
The ‘meet and greet’ was a costume event. Erica was dressed in role as a leather clad dyke. Angela wore only a dog collar that made her more naked than plain naked. The collar and attached leash was controlled by Erica. In the middle of a lust filled pit of carnally agitated humanity, Angela found herself the center of erotic abuse.
Multiple sexual partners was the obvious underlying goal, roughly taken was the means being used. Hands, lips, tongues and… at times…teeth began to freely sample Angela’s sexual wares. Sans costume with her hands cuffed behind her back and ankles on a short chain tether Angela was ninety five percent available. Erica wielding a short leather quirt made sure the remaining five percent was accessible when desired. This was the stage, and it was time for Angela to start performing.
Deep kissing another woman, a man’s hands roughly caressing her breasts, several fingers of unknown origin violating cunt and ass Angela barely made Erica’s voice out of the surrounding melee. What she heard was insuring more of the same on a higher plane of excess. If the operation’s target was in the house, he had to be close and well aware of Angela’s presence and her caned marked ass. Now of questionable value she still hoped that Jack and agents were as equally close. Making matters more difficult, Erica continued to make Angela’s introduction an acute carnal challenge.
“She’s a pain slut,” Erica was telling a group.
“Are you going to let us play with her?” a male voice asked.
“Of course,” Erica answered. “Think of me as her sexual facilitator.”
“I want to fuck her now.”
“Hell with fucking,” another male injected, “I want to hear her scream for me.”
“Six cane welts don’t make a pain slut,” a deeper male voice stated, “or pierced nipples. Give her to me for two or three dozen cuts and I’ll give you all a report.”
“Ross,” a woman amusingly admonished, “you get her and there won’t be anything left for the rest of us to play with.”
A loud metal drum led reggae beat drowned out further comments, but the man named Ross sounded like a potential suspect worth pursuing. Angela had little time to consider that option as Erica jerked her by the dog collar-leash towards a central set of wooden stocks. Instinctively, Angela knew it was fucking time and she was about to be carnally introduced to every interested cock in the room.
Lots of hands helped in bending, spreading and securing Ang
ela to the medieval looking device. Bent over, neck and hands held in place by the horizontal beam of the stocks, all Angela could see were bare feet and legs indicating there was a bit of jostling going on to be the first to test her cunt or ass with an eager erection. That view suddenly disappeared as an elastic band like blindfold was slipped over her eyes. In the darkness someone grabbed a fist full of hair and forcibly jerked her head up to press a smooth, hot cock head against her lips. With an impatient growl of, “Open bitch,” Angela did on both ends. Execution was swift.
The cock using her cunt was thick, but thankfully short in length. And short was the key note as in cumming after the second full venture into Angela’s compliantly primed sex. The beast probing the depths of her throat was far more resilient to aggressive stimulation.
As if greedy, the man driven phallus lingered after each thrust buried to her tonsils. Frantic to breathe, Angela constantly worked the bottom of the organ with wild flicks of her tongue. In the end, her convulsions of near asphyxiation satisfied man and monster. Light headed, she thought he and it would never stop cumming. It did and retreated, but by that time the penetration of her ass was demanding attention.
Unlike with David Bain, Angela was prepared this time. Pre-lubed up from anus to colon, she tolerated the blood strong cock working her anal passage. The term roughrider came to mind as a “whoop” and “ride her cowboy” was accompanied by slaps to her thighs. Midway through the cowboy’s bucking ass fuck, a second intense phallus began plugging her mouth. With pubic hair tickling her nose, Angela began to suck and tongue the thankfully normal erection lodged between her lips.
Ejaculating deep in her bowels, the cowboy went crazy and began to spank the sides of Angela’s hanging tits. He was hurting them, but not enough to cause alarm. Leaving her rectum the cowboy was quickly replaced by a long thin cock choosing her cum lubricated cunt. Like a rapier, the weapon began to thrust into the sensitive cervical eye leading to Angela’s womb. This really hurt.
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