Deviance Becomes Her (6 page)

Lorraine and Miranda got into a sixty-nine position on the floor and proceeded to eat each other. It was not long before three more screams of pleasure penetrated the salon walls.
 

Once Pam was released from her bondage, the women refreshed themselves with water and a little snack. After that, the four traipsed off to a bedroom and cuddled together on the king-sized bed for a few hours of much needed sleep.
 

No one noticed the three crewmembers watching intently through the smoke glass window.  
 

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Someone was eating Barbie while she sucked the thick cock…someone’s tongue roamed all over her swollen pussy, licking up one side and down the other. Her clit was ready to burst. Abruptly, hands reached for her wrists and she found herself released with the large cock slipping out from her mouth. But that was only for a brief instant, for strong arms and deft hands quickly tossed her onto her elbows and knees, ass in the air. Not being able to see, she did not know who was doing what to her.
 

Barbie was close to cumming from all this manhandling. She felt fingers tickle her from behind, fingering her clit; one of the men managed to slide underneath her. She was lying on top of him, her tits flattened on his hairy chest, thighs open with knees on the bed, as his cock slipped easily up into her sopping gash.
 

He fucked her hard for a few moments gripping her hips, when she felt someone behind touch her asshole. “NO!” she cried out urgently. “Not there, please—”
 

Her ass was slapped hard. “No talking!” one of the men growled angrily. She felt her asshole being lubed up, the swipes and touches felt good. A finger was slowly inserted, twisted, and with all the lubrication, it didn’t hurt that bad. She was a virgin in that area.
 

She tried to relax her anus. The finger went deeper, gently, and started to wriggle a little. She found herself thrusting back. With a cock in her pussy and a finger in her ass, she could only imagine what this scene looked like. It was tremendously arousing.

The cock kept up a steady rhythm and the finger pulled out. She felt a little empty after that, but then pressure…lots of pressure!
Oh no! Relax, relax,
she thought wildly.
 

Her hips were gripped tightly as the cock head slipped inside. It hurt, but as long as she relaxed, it wasn’t too bad.
Maybe that was all that would happen
…she dared to hope. But no…the cock shoved in deeper.
 

The cock in her pussy provided some friction, while the cock in her ass filled her and it had started to feel incredibly good. The man on top reached around under her and scrabbled around for her clit, and that kicked her pleasure mode over the edge.
 

He played with her like that for a few minutes as she slowly lost her mind in a haze of ecstasy. Grunting like an animal she wildly fucked back at the plundering cocks; in moments she came hard, wailing loudly as her cunt gushed salty fluid, covering both dicks.

The men groaned simultaneously in excitement; she felt both of them become rigid as their cocks jerked inside her cavities, shooting their load. Barbie could feel the hot cum fill up her pussy and ass, leaking and dripping down her wide spread thighs. A strong arm only held her up around her waist or she would have collapsed face down onto the man under her.
 

James turned her face to him and inserted his raging cock once again for a final fuck. He was ready to blow and in seconds, he came with a deep, satisfied groan as he thoroughly drained his cum inside of her slurping mouth.
 

Everyone was exhausted, laying around in complete bliss. None of the men made it to their bedrooms and fell asleep with Barbie. Sleep was definitely in order.
 

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CHAPTER TWELVE

The next day and night was the same; fucking and sucking and dominating their new willing subjects, eating delicious meals prepared on the yacht by James’ cook before the party gathered, and a great selection of booze. As exciting as all the sex games were, they were always ready to come home after forty-eight hours.

Conrad did not sleep all that well the last night, but he had many sleepless nights lately. His warped mind was whirling with thoughts of his catastrophic financial woes. He wanted to put his getaway plan into action as soon as possible. Perhaps as soon as tomorrow! Why not? He had already mapped out his plan, and
Paper Tiger
was loaded up with his most prized possessions. He could leave everything else and get out of Dodge. Let the vultures swoop and take everything else; he could give a flying fuck.
 

 
However, he didn’t want to go it alone. He needed his entertainment for the long days ahead at sea. Conrad had eyes for Pam and Barbie — which one would bring the most dollar if need be? Had to be the blonde, especially over in Columbia. And who better than this hot morsel?
 

If worse came to worse and he needed some cash, he knew he could sell her. She was prime — a few more good years left in that pussy. She would be dead before she turned thirty, as there was an abundance of young women in the black market. His palms started to itch as he lay in his bed, which gently rocked from the movement of the water. He could not wait to get his hands on her…alone!
 

* * *

The partygoers were exhausted as they exited
Pleasure
in the afternoon
and headed for the mansion. They were tired, but in a good way, and satiated for the time being. The next party
was scheduled for the following month. Pam and Barbie would be back in California at that point, but hopefully they would have rounded up another new playmate or two by then.
 

Pam and Barbie were quiet as they walked along with James, each in their own thoughts about what they had been through, what this experience had taught them about themselves, and their bodies.

They all came inside to say their good-byes, hugs, and kisses, leaving James alone with his two houseguests. Gathering outside to get their cars, no one noticed Conrad as he lingered by his dark red Jaguar. They all exited the circled drive quickly, anxious to get home, leaving the man to his twisted thoughts.
 

How was he going to get her? He started rummaging through his glove box. Luckily, he remembered he had three packets of crushed roofies. He had just made the packets himself a week ago by crushing the tablets of the Rohypnol he had scored from his supplier. Cool!
 

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The girls were very tired and James suggested they all take a nap on his king size bed in his master suite. “Just an hour or so, after that we can get up and order dinner in if you’d like,” James said as he started to remove his shorts and polo shirt.

“
Are you sure you only want sleep?” Barbie asked playfully. She actually was tired, but if he wanted to play with her, she would certainly let him have his way.
 

“
Yep, believe it or not, I am really pooped,” he replied, flopping down on his back on the bedcover and closing his eyes.
 

Pam and Barbie left their bikinis on and lay down beside him. In a few minutes, they were all snoring softly.
 

After about thirty minutes, Pam’s eyes opened. She was awake and didn
’
t know why, as she thought she was really worn-out. However, she could not lie there anymore and decided to get up. It was only late afternoon, and there was still some sunshine, so maybe she would have a cool drink and go lay by the pool. Wait for them to wake up.
 

Pam slid carefully from the wide bed and found her flip-flops. She padded downstairs to the kitchen and opened the fridge. She poured herself a large glass of ice water and slipped into her bathing suit cover up, buttoning the few buttons. She really did not need any more sun, but just wanted to lie out there for a while. She put on her aviators and quietly slid the large glass door open and walked out onto the expansive patio to a chaise lounge. Settling herself down, she took a large sip of her drink.
Ahhhh,
she thought,
I could get used to this.
 

With her eyes closed and in a semi-relaxed state of mind, she did not notice the back gate open. He had waited for quite awhile, formulating his plan after having found just what he needed in his glove box. So all he had to do was wait for the opportune time. Peeking through the foliage through the wrought iron fence, he could see the pool area pretty clearly. Lo and behold, his prize came into view!
 

Conrad went into action. He had a backup plan if something or someone interrupted, but by God, this could be the chance he had been waiting for. He would deal with
whatever
, when or if, it happened.
He walked quickly across the lush green lawn and approached Pam lightly dozing on the lounge. He licked his lips, as he took in her long, lithe legs, slightly parted, as she lay dead,
NO!
Sleeping! he corrected himself.
 

He sat himself down on the lounge beside her. She sensed him and opened her eyes. “Oh, hi!” she said, surprised to see him as she thought it might have been Barbie. “What are you doing here, I thought you went home?”

“
I came back. I wanted to talk some things over with James. Is he around?”

“
He is sleeping right at the moment…we’re all pretty tired and were resting. I can go get him—”

“
No!” Conrad placed his hand on her arm. She looked down at his hand and he quickly took it back. His eyes tried to convey an apology. “I mean, no, no need to wake him. It can wait. So did you enjoy yourself on the boat?” He asked casually and relaxed back on the lounge.
This may take a bit of time
, he thought with slight concern.

“
I did. It was…well, different. I’ve been thinking about it a lot since we got back.” She shifted her butt a little on the lounge. This man had been inside of her, licking her pussy, doing things to her she had never imagined. She should not be feeling uncomfortable, but Conrad did that to her, made her feel uneasy being alone with him. She reached for her glass and took a sip.

“
So when are you and your friend heading back home?” he feigned interest.

Conrad lounged beside her, listening to her talk about L.A. as if he gave a shit. He nodded his head at the appropriate times, letting her ramble on about her job and such.
What a good-looking cunt
, he thought to himself.
I need the opportunity to slip this into her glass. Dammit! Do something!
 

“
Hey! I don’t mean to be a pain, but would you mind getting me a glass of water? Is that what you're having, or is it spiked?” He indicated with sly grin and a nod of his head towards her frosty glass.

“
Oh sure, it’s just water. Give me a sec.” She rose to go into the house. Once she disappeared through the glass door, he made his move, furtively pulling the packet of prepared powder from his pocket and pouring it into her glass. He lay back innocently on the lounge waiting for his water.

“
Here ya go,” said Pam, handing the tall glass over to Conrad. She kept her cover up gathered in the front so he wouldn
’
t get a peek at her body.
 

“
Thank you so much.” He raised his glass to her. “Toast? To the next party? If by chance you and Barbie make it back sometime for another visit.”

“
Yes.” She raised her glass to his. “I think we’d like that a lot.” They both took a healthy sip.

Conrad lay next to her snatching glances at the second floor of the mansion. He wondered how much time he had left. She had taken a few more sips of her water. Maybe he should just go for it…get her out to the driveway.

“
Say, I just bought a new car, would you like to see it? Let me know what you think of the color? I think I may have gone a bit overboard on the red.”

“
Um…I don’t know…um, sure....”

Conrad was on alert. Were her words slurred? “Let’s go.” He stood up close to her. She rose and started to fall back, but he caught her arm tightly. “Whoa there, too much sun?” He asked quietly, determined not to let go.

She did not say a word, just looked at him with slightly fuzzy eyes.

“
Come on.” Conrad quickly led her across the yard to the gate, and she did not resist.
It can’t be this easy
, he thought to himself with glee.

He got her around to the passenger side, opened the door, and shoved her in. She crumpled over onto her side. It was done! He shut the door and dashed around to the driver’s side, hopped in, and off they went!

Conrad was sweating bullets as he drove nervously to his house. His plan was taking shape quickly. No turning back!

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
 

Barbie woke and stretched.
What time was it?
She was hungry. James was still snoring softly on his back. Pam was gone. She looked for a clock and saw one on the mantel of the stone fireplace. It was past six! She had slept for more than two hours!
 

She decided to let James sleep and would go ahead and rummage through the refrigerator for a bite to tide her over. Pam was probably watching TV. She found some sliced cheese and went in search for some crackers or chips in the pantry.
It’s very quiet in here,
she thought as she spotted a box of Multi-grain crackers.
 

She took her snack on a small plate into the living room and found it empty. No Pam. She sat on the sofa and ate her cheese and crackers wondering what to do next. James had promised dinner. Then what? Do they stay here the rest of their trip? They were scheduled to go home in a few days. Maybe it would be all right to just stay here; after all, he had invited them. She was sure there would be more sex and she could definitely go for that! Now where in the hell was Pam? It was too quiet!