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  “That’s okay, sweetie. I know I have some frozen dinners in there, that’s fine. I’ll be okay. I’ll give you a call later; right now, I just want to lie down. I’m sorry I’m not myself—”

  “Don’t worry, honey!” Barbie cut in. “I’m outta here okay? You just get a hot bath and rest. I love you, silly.” She kissed Pam on the cheek and gave her a hug.

  “That sounds good, I will. Love you too.” She walked Barbie to the front door and let her out, waving bye as Barbie strode to her car.

  * * *

  She took a long, leisurely hot bubble bath. Sighing, she thought of James. Saying good-bye to him was hard…very hard…as they had grown quite close; he was her protector, her guardian. He knew her body better than she did, the right buttons to push, and how to please her. He meant more to her than any boyfriend she had ever had. She would do anything for him…she wanted to belong to him. She knew he had to have feelings for her as well.

  James told her they would remain in touch: calls, email, Skyping. He would fly her out for visits whenever she wanted. That would have to do…at this time.

  * * *

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  Two months had passed. There had been only a few exchanges in emails and texts with James. He seemed ‘closed’ with his brief conversations…she wondered if he was over her.

  While having lunch one day in the shopping mall, Pam realized she was still not happy, and her mood was not improving. She had started back to work soon after she had returned, but the spark in her personality was not there. Bob Tremont noticed it immediately, and so did her co-workers.

  No one approached her with any questions; they all knew what had happened to her and treaded lightly. She did not want to speak of her feelings to anyone, but suddenly it became too much and she had to let Barbie know. Her job was beginning to suffer from this lack of interest and she knew she would eventually be terminated. This melancholy feeling could not continue.

  They were seated at BJ's, sitting out front watching the shoppers walk by.

  “I got another text from James this morning,” said Pam. “He said he really wants to see me. Wants me to come back and spend some time. What do yo—”

  “What do you mean, ‘what do you…?’ What do you think? You gotta snap out of this Pam. You’re not yourself.”

  “I want to go back,” said Pam hotly with an intense stare, gripping Barbie’s arm from across the small table. “I want to go back and stay with him.”

  “What? Are you crazy? They are exceptionally strange people, Pam…no; I wouldn’t want to go back there on a bet! If you left, I would never get to see you…and what about your job? If you don’t pick up in your sales, you’re going to get your ass fired. You’re not thinking!” Barbie was amazed that she was still in touch with James and thinking of going back there, and probably not to just visit!

  “Fuck my job!” Pam said sharply. “I can work in the Keys if I need to. James said he would take care of me; we could take care of each other. I could live with him.”

  Barbie stared back at her, knowing that her friend had, somewhere in her mind, turned a bend. Pam was not hearing her; her eyes had a bit of a manic look to them.

  Barbie was not going back there. Ever. Those people were bad news, money or not!

  “Pam,” she replied softly, looking intently into her dear friend’s eyes and tried to reason. “Listen to me; I am not going back there. Okay, I agree, James is a nice enough man, I appreciate and respect him, but I am not where you are…emotionally. You have changed!”

  Pam stared back at her with wide eyes and complete understanding. Yes! She had changed. And for her, it was for the better. Pam wanted the life, the submissive life. She had not felt truly alive since she had returned home. That one party, those two nights of incredible awakenings going on in her body, changed her forever. Then the pirates and Conrad…doing those horrible things to her body. And how she’d come to thrive from the terrible experiences.

  She had to be demented. No matter what James had told her, how he made sense of explaining that her bizarre sexual desires were ‘normal’…what person in their right mind would want the pain, degradation, and humiliation? She would.

  Barbie saw it in Pam's eyes, that decadent hunger she had seen when they were with James. She knew her friend was going to leave her. No turning back.

  “I can try it out, if only for a few months…a few more parties…see how it goes,” Pam reasoned with her friend, knowing she was telling a lie.

  Barbie knew already know how it was going to go down. “You won’t be coming back. He has you. He is your master. His perversion awakened something inside you. I can see it even if you don’t, Pam. You need to go back and either get it out of your system, or stay with him. I don’t know if I can even visit you back there.” Barbie ran a hand though her hair in exasperation, sighing heavily, before she continued.

  “I really don’t want to get involved like that again. I want a boyfriend who cares for me and is gentle and loving. I want kids. This group frightened me. Yes, the sex was satisfying and incredible to be pleasured like that…but after a while, it could get dangerous. Just look at what Conrad did to you! You don’t think any of the other guys could turn on you like that? Think again!” She looked hard at Pam for an answer.

  Pam seemed to be oblivious to anything Barbie was trying to convey. “I can always fly back out here to see you. And we have our iPhone video calls. We’ll always be in touch. I’ve made up my mind…I love him.”

  Barbie knew there was nothing more to be said after that simple revelation. She reached for Pam’s hands and entwined her own; clasping their hands tightly over the small table, as though if they let go, their friendship would dissolve forever. Pam, as a final point, pulled her hands back. She had made her decision.

  She picked up her iPhone and called James. He answered on the second ring.

  “I’m coming,” Pam stated firmly.

  THE END

  STING OF PLEASURE

  (EXCERPT)

  The men all dropped their robes revealing white hairy bodies of varying degrees of muscle tone, and began stroking their flaccid cocks. The younger men were already hard as they too began to rub their heavy dicks. Claire moaned and rolled onto her back in her usual supplication, her thighs opening wide before the eager eyes of the crowd.

  Lucinda watched her in disbelief. No, she couldn’t do this! She would not do this! She started to rise when one of the men threw her back down hard onto a pillow. She bounced a few times, her tits enticingly trembled, and her thighs parted giving them a glimpse of what treasure lay between.

  Tears glimmered in the corners of her eyes. Claire on the other hand, had placed her hands above her head in surrender and writhed her luscious body over a large pillow, inviting to be touched, mauled, whatever they had in mind.

  She was too far gone in her 'training' with Stephen and anything remotely humiliating turned her into a sex-starved animal. Lucinda swore she would never get to that point. She thought she had, but tonight this scene made her aware she was not as far gone as she originally thought.

  Five of the men swarmed on Claire, kissing her mouth and kissing, nibbling, and sucking her taut breasts. Hands roved over her smooth skin, pinching and tweaking, hands all over her, dipping between her splayed thighs to tease and prod at her now swollen wet lower lips.

  Her gasps of pleasure could be heard over the low moans of the men. Lewd sticky sounds could be heard as their fingers dipped into her hot hole, dragging over her clit. Lucinda was staring at Claire when five men fell on top of her...kissing her mouth, ramming a tongue deep into her throat, while others were pulling and tugging on her tits, sucking her nipples into rock hard pebbles. The sensations of so many touches were confusing, yet Lucinda now found herself giving over to them...willingly.

  The men placed more pillows under the women's bodies. Their hands were secured in hard grips and their ankles pulled back and up, exposing their pussies to the men's desires. The
men took turns sucking and nibbling on the two sets of titties, and playing with the gaping wet cunts. Titillating and teasing the slick tissues...no one was being fucked yet and the women's bodies were beginning to respond fervently.

  Some of the men stood around in the deep shadows just watching and stroking their cocks as the rest of the men toyed with the two women. They had a good view of the splayed juicy cunts and the eager thick fingers dipping in and out making them even wetter...pulling the fleshy lips apart to give them a view of the deep pink insides palpitating with growing heat; cunts spasming in uncontrollable rhythm.

  Then Lucinda was flipped over onto her stomach with two pillows under her hips raising her ass up high. Her thighs were pulled wide apart and fingers tickled over the hot crevice of her ass and down into her slippery gaping pussy. She groaned as a wet finger found its way into her tight nether channel. Another wriggled deeply inside her pussy.

  Then a sharp pain, pressure in its greatest form, found her asshole. Trying to relax, Lucinda squeezed the tears from her eyes as a man's slender cock finally slid into her ass. Another thick cock poked its way into her pussy. Together they rode her — the thin membrane separating the two cocks, felt as though it might tear from the abuse. Sliding together, in different syncs, went on and on until both men groaned and shot their cum deep into her depths.

  The oozing cum was a balm to her bruised insides. But her reprise was short lived as two other men took their places. Lucinda nearly passed out in agony as a much larger, thicker cock rammed its way into her tight ass. Two men stretched and pulled on her arms until they were above her head. Someone sat on her taut back as she muffled her screams into the pillow beneath her face.

  Then a man pulled her hair sharply making her yelp, yanking her face up while another cock found its way between her twisted lips. She sucked hard and tried vainly to breathe through her nose. Again, the hot cum shot through her bowels and cunt as the man in her mouth too spent himself. She swallowed as fast as she could, and nearly gagged in her distaste.

  Claire was faring no better. She had a cock and fingers in her cunt stretching the agonized opening unbelievably, and one in her tight asshole. However, Claire had an advantage...she loved what was cruelly being done to her. She craved it like a junkie to heroin. Her mouth worked avidly on a thick dick shoving in and out of her rosy lips. She squeezed her own tits and twisted the nipples painfully as she thrust to match strokes with the two men in her lower orifices.

  The men blew their wads into her simultaneously then slickly withdrew. Two other men grabbed her tender inner thighs and yanked them widely apart while another man dropped between them and began to lap hungrily at her frothing cunt.

  The men laughed at her while she writhed in demented lust as he scooped out the cum. Her gasping mouth hung slackly as the man ate and slurped in her pussy...savoring every drop of her sweet juice and the salty cum. His nose buried against her clit as he ravaged her.

  Claire's body jerked in spasms, her cunt spurting into the man's mouth. He opened wide, grinning, sucking, and drinking in every drop as she poured out her lust. Then two more men inserted themselves into her pussy and ass. As the constant thrusting pounded into her, her eyes began to glaze and set...her body quivered with impending orgasm. She was filled completely and oh! Here it comes....

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