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Miss Congeniality
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
CONTAINS FORCED SEX, AND VIOLENCE.
This story may be distributed electronically
provided it is complete, unaltered and with this
statement intact. The author maintains all rights to
this story.
(c) 1996, Stroker Ace
'Miss Congeniality' is entirely a work of
fiction.
"And then she asked, Have you ever betrayed
another?"
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Miss Congeniality
Stroker Ace
Chapter 1, Casa Verde
The tourist tend to stay around Barbara beach enjoying
the warm Caribbean waters and the cool of the restaurant in
the Princess Beach hotel. The more adventurous may brave
the local roads and venture as far as Knip bay. There the
pavement ends. They stop to enjoy the beach or to buy fruit
from one of the Venezuelan boats, before turning around for
the long drive back to Willemstad. Only the natives or
those chasing some dark desire, continue up the dirt road
barely wide enough for a Suzuki. The Suziki's are without
air conditioning, but they are the only thing on the island
that can get up the steep hills. At the crest you will
pause at the summit and admire the Caribbean stretching out
as far as your eyes can see. Some say that the haze on the
horizon is Venezuela. Below, nestled between the cliffs is
a little bay and the fishing village of West Punt. A few
run-down shacks and unpainted buildings make up the village.
Fishing boats dot one side of the bay while sleek pencil
thin race boats and luxurious cabin cruisers with their
large tuna towers and revolving radar, ride on the evening
tide. That is Casa Verde. The natives call it a hotel but
in the States it would be just another motel. Nothing
special about it except perhaps, for being unusually well
kept for this part of the Caribbean.
Hal sat at the small desk glancing at the invoice for
that fine brew from Holland, Christoffel Blond. He signed
the order and looked up as Braldt the bar manager hurried
in.
"Sorry to bother you boss, but this gent, insisted on
seeing the owner. He thinks we have a private lounge".
Braldt, a thin man with a perpetual smile which made him
quite a ladies man, stood blocking the door. Over his
shoulder peered a chubby round face.
"Listen Yank, I heard you got a whore house back there.
I could use a pretty little frauline. Don't worry, I got
money." The speaker was a heavy German, his face red from
the tropical sun. He waved the check above his head.
"You must be mistaken, my friend." Hal got up, and took
the check from the sunburned man. "Your cash is good at the
bar." He tore the check, letting the pieces fall to the
floor. He walked past the two men and nodded to the
bouncer. It was a typical Friday night. The lounge was
filled with locals, drinking beer and laughing. The
schemers sat in twos and threes occasionally leaning forward
to whisper details of the next smuggling run or luggage
theft from the airport in Willemstad. Those on the run are
the loudest, drinking and singing and flirting with the
girls. They run from the IRS or a mad business partner or
one of the thousands of other reasons why you find yourself
drinking Christoffel Blond in the remotest hideaway in
Curacao. They are desperate to convince themselves that
they are better off hiding on the very edge of the
Caribbean.
The drummer nods toward the bar, not missing a beat.
The groups from the deep sea fishing boats have pulled their
tables together. They are eagerly getting their women
drunk. They stamp their feet as one of the girls shakes her
chest to the beat. Her hands are outstretched, dress straps
have fallen, but somehow the dress manages to stay up.
A high pitched giggle comes from the bar. The
bartender has bottles of vodka and bourbon in one hand and
Jamaican rum in the other. A breathtaking blonde is perched
on the stool, her head thrown back over the bar. Her hair
spills over the bar in swirls of delicate curls. Her legs
are splayed slightly the flowered dress riding too high for
modesty. She reaches behind her head and pulls a stray
strand of hair from her eyes. Again she laughs, a
delightful, little girl giggle and opens her mouth wide.
"Do me again!" The bartender pours equal shots in her
mouth, giving her his favorite, a Screaming Orgasm. She
swallows furiously but is laughing to hard, some spills from
the corner of full red lips, dripping on her breast. Her
coordination is off. Instead of brushing it off, she
jiggles her tits. Her nipples poke at the thin fabric.
"You better pull that dress down a little, or you may
catch a cold," Hal jokes, thinking of the skirt. The girl
looks at him with smiling eyes. She bites her lower lip and
flashes small but still blossoming tits. "Is that low
enough?"
"I think you have had enough. What is your name? Are
you even old enough to drink?"
"Adele. Eighteen, no twenty one."
"I haven't seen you around here before. Are you with
one of the fishing parties?," Hal asked while looking at
the bartender.
"She is with the 'Pasha'," the bartender said referring
to the elegant 14 meter schooner in the harbor.
"Where are your friends," Hal asked.
"Jonathan is back there," she pointed to a door behind
the bouncers table.
"He may be there a while. We better get you to bed."
Adele laughed again at that. "Braldt, see that she
gets aboard the 'Pasha' safely."
"Yes boss."
"And come right back."
"Aww, boss..."
"You can't send me away. I have to wait here.
Jonathan told me to stay here. He didn't want me to go back
there."
"It will be OK, Adele. I will talk with him."
"No you don't understand. When he tells me to stay he
means it. If I move or even go the little girls room, he
will be mad. It will be bad for me."
"This time he will understand. Braldt see that she
gets to bed."
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The private lounge opened to a patio around a lighted
pool. Beyond, waves could be heard gently lapping on the
shore. It was a refuge from civilization and reason, a
place where craziness is allowed for people to regain their
sanity. For some it is too much, pushing them over the
edge.
Hal motioned for Valeria. She hurried over a tray of
drinks on an upturned palm, her breasts swinging free,
wearing a tiny gold triangle over her sex, white silk thigh
highs, and pristine white heels. "The 'Pasha'? Over there
by the pool. Party of 11, drinking Tight Snatches like they
are going out of style. I just served them a two pussy
salad."
On the stone patio, the group sat laughing and
drinking. The men wearing fluffy white dress shirts, the
women sleek dresses, each offering their charms in a
different but equally delightful way. Over a linen table
cloth two young girls were arranged side by side, a head at
each end of the table. Their only clothing was the food
that covered their bodies. A selection of prepared fruits,
pastas, salads all artfully arranged were held in little
islands by swirls of whipped cream over clear plastic
dividers. Sauces and juices pooled around their bodies.
Their legs were spread to reveal a vagina stuffed with
cherries on one, caviar in the other, both residing on
sterling silver mirrored trays. Each limb was tied to the
serving board, the restraints more decorative than
functional. Tiny posts in the serving board gave the girls
something to clutch in their hands. They needed that to
offset straining stomach muscles sucked in to form a bowl
for the dressing. In their mouths they held custom fitted
cups of dip. Laughing and joking the men reached over to
spoon pussy stuffing to their ladies. Another guides his
woman's head to the honey coated leg of the young dish.
"Is everything satisfactory?," Hal asked his guest.
A distinguished man looks up, his spoon dripping
strawberries and cream lifted from between pink nipples.
The cream begins to leak under the plastic divider. It
flows over her, mixing with the cherries at her side. Each
tiny breath send little ripples mixing the white and red
until it is a perfect pussy pink. "Hal! This is my buddy
and owner of this fine decadence."
The waitress, Valeria returned to re-stuff one of the
girls with Russian caviar. Hal, leans beside the man,
"Jonathan, I sent Adele back to the ship. She was wasted.
If I hear that she was disciplined because of this, you will
never be allowed back. Now enjoy yourself. When you are
finished, untie the girls and they will lick you and your
ladies clean."
Miss Congeniality - Chapter 2, Lady in Waiting
From the pool you could not tell. She was just a
beautiful woman, slightly over-dressed, sitting alone at one
of the best tables by the stage. She looked up as Hal
approached, eager for the attention of a male.
"Thanks for coming over. Valeria and the other staff
are nice to me, but you don't know how weird a girl feels
without hearing a mans voice, not to mention his touch," she
smiled genuinely happy to see him.
"I am sorry but you know the rules, Monica. Are the
girls taking care of you?" She sat on an elaborately carved
chair, the kind that seems perfectly suited for women. The
back rest, thin at her waist curved outwards to frame her
bare shoulders.
"Yes, but I could use another Collins. It is hard work
being decoration for the guests," she laughed.
Monica had kicked off expensive black pumps with large
clunky heels. Sterling sliver adorned both ankles, a
glistening diamond bracelet on the right. On the left, a
thin band chained to a bolt set in the floor. A kept woman.
Hal motioned across the room to Valeria to bring a drink but
the waitress shook her head. "Sorry, Valeria says that you
have had enough. I will get you some water, you are going
to need it.
"Why? You have heard something haven't you? You must
tell me. Please."
Hal sat across from the girl. For a moment he studied
the beautiful face bathed in candle light. Natural blonde
hair fell to her shoulders with the slightest of waves. Her
eyes large and white with silvery gray pupils that followed
his every expression. Her skin radiant at middle age,
unblemished over classical features. The dress teased with
a glimpse of cleavage that shifted with her every move. She
should have been posing for an artist, rather than locked in
chains. All women should look this good, Hal thought. "I
received a fax, today."
She was silent. A bus boy placed a glass of imported
water in front of her.
"He wants you tied out on the beach tomorrow. Naked
where everyone can watch." Hal placed a crumpled piece of
paper on the table. A stick figure was sketched beside
handwriting. Each limb stuck straight out, as if done by a
child. The word tight was written beside the picture and
underlined.
"I guess it is better to know in advance." Her hand
shook as she raised the glass. For a long moment there was
silence as she looked at the rippling water before carefully
placing it on the table. "Why, why? The sun will ... I will
be burned so badly that I will not be able to walk for
weeks. Do you know what it is like to be chained to a cot
for weeks. With this dam device," she motioned to the
chastity belt that he knew was under the dress, "I can't
even touch myself. Can you imagine? Prevented from
touching yourself! Not to play, but to just to touch my own
body. Why, why," she asked again.
"You know why," Hal answered. She needed to hear a
mans voice so he told her the story again. "You betrayed
him. When you met at graduate school, he fell head over
heels for you. He told me of those days in the 2 room
apartment, living off canned food, classes during the day,
working at night, having sex at 2 in the morning, he loved
you then. Then his business took off. He made a fortune.
You moved to the coast. A beautiful new mansion on the
beach. He took you around the world, parties in Paris,
safari's in Africa, decadent shopping trips to the Orient.
Why did you do it? He was so in love with you that he
noticed everything about you. He sensed the change. He
ignored it for the longest while. Eventually he just had to
know. He turned the surveillance cameras around to look
into his own property. That is how he got the tape of that
guy eating you out in a lounge chair. He was going to
divorce you but you wanted half of everything. Everything
that he worked so hard to build. He tried separation but
you began to whore around. He just couldn't bear to hear
about it from his friends. So he put you up at the Casa
Verde."
"You are my jailer."
"You have to admit, you are a well treated prisoner.
He pays for your excellent meals, medical care to get you
back into shape. Those expensive clothes are all bought by
him as well as your private room. He can be very generous.
Remember I have been directed to personally drive you into
Willemstad whenever you are ready to sign divorce papers."
"And get nothing for all that I have been through. He
would like that."
"It is your decision."
"When is he coming to visit or should I ask when is he
coming to screw me?"
"He didn't say. His yacht will just appear one day."
"And he will strap me to that, that contraption and
show me off to his latest bimbo. Then they will do whatever
he wants with me, for as long as he wants. After I am
completely wasted, he will sail off and leave me chained
again to my cot."
"He says your skin is resilient to the whip. That your
body is built for abuse."
"I don't like the abuse. I am not that type of girl."
"All you have to do is drive into Willemstad with me."
"He would like that. He won't break me. Not yet
anyway."
"I will put you where a palm tree will give you a half
hour of shade during the hottest part of the day. That is
the best I can do for you, Monica. Drink your water, you
will need it tomorrow."
Miss Congeniality - Chapter 3, To Rio
"Excuse me Mr. Hal," it was Braldt rushing back from
the front room. "A Mr. and Mrs. Crane have arrived. They
are not regulars, I can't find them in the guest book. They
say that you approved them for the back room. The guy is a
real asshole. He started to shout when I told him that I
would have to check the reservation."
"He radioed me from the airport, this morning. Said he
was on his honeymoon. Said he heard about Casa Verde from
Akimin. I have left a message for Mr. Akimin to call me."
"I will make up an excuse to turn them away," Braldt
said.
"No, go ahead and give them a table. In the back
room," Hal said over the younger man's objections.
"But boss, that is against your own rules."
"I know. I have a feeling... Give them the back
room."
Braldt led the young couple to the table farthest from
the stage. The lovers walked as one, the woman clutching
her lover's arm against her shapely bosom. He wore lime
green shorts over flabby pale legs with an oversized
flowered shirt. Her face bloomed, a fertile young woman
gushing with mature sexuality. The woman looked only at
him, her face turned upward relying on his arm to guide her
through the maze of tables. Her husband's gaudy outfit
clashed with everything, especially his lovers fashionable
clothes. A delicate eggshell, tailored and trim, the linen
jacket falling open, the gentle swell of her breasts, creamy
white, teasing the folds never quite opening far enough or
deep enough. Her skirt from waist to hem could be covered
by two hands, making her every step an exciting tease as the
room watched. Hal would have asked her to lose the white
sandals and heavy heels. Classical heels on those long
shapely legs would be exquisite.
The man's head jerked back and forth, trying to see
everything. "Dana! Do you see that, they are eating a naked
girl!" He whistled, reaching over to pluck a strawberry from
the human salad. The table from the Pasha stared up at him
in shocked surprise.
Hal went over as they were being seated. "Welcome to
the Casa Verde's backside."
"Yeah, yeah. This is a lamer table. I want to be
closer to the stage," the man replied.
"We have a very special stage show tonight. Believe
me, you will be quite satisfied with this table," Hal lied.
They exchanged introductions. Newlyweds, Joel and Dana
Crane out of Hope Point. She smiled at the mention of her
new name. Joel was an assistant bank manager, Dana soon to
be a corporate lawyer. They had dated for a year. This was
their first full day as husband and wife, she added. He
explained how they considered Hawaii, Club Med. and
Hedonism but were looking for something different. They
came to the right place. Joel had noticed that one of banks
most mysterious clients, a Mr. Akimin, spent considerable
time and money at Casa Verde. He copied the information
without permission and was totally surprised when he was
accepted.
While Joel rattled on, Hal unabashedly studied the
quiet woman. At first she tried to avoid his gaze. Her
beauty was a natural and earthly, a woman made to be with a
man. A tiny blemish on one cheek, a sprinkling of freckles
at the base of her neck. Blue veins were visible under the
creamy white skin of her neck. Nervously she played with a
strand of golden brown hair. Joel continued talking about
himself. She built up her nerve to meet his gaze. Her face
was lean with chiseled features. Large eyes, the lightest
brown he had ever seen. Her eyes held his for a long
moment, then fell to study her hands.
He took her hand in his. Her nails were short, painted
a deep ocean coral, her fingers stiff and tense in his palm.
Hal stroked the back of her outstretched hand. He examined
her palm, feeling her fingers open slightly at his touch.
Her skin was soft, but not fleshy, on her fingertips a sheen
of perspiration, like after making love in the afternoon.
He spread her fingers farther apart, only to have them snap
shut. He tried to turn the palm over, slowly adding more
and more force until he overpowered her. Her palm sprang back
as soon as he relaxed. She snapped her hand away, folding
it protectively over her bosom. That is when he felt it
growing deep inside. More than he had ever felt. It may
have been there growing inside him, festering in the
tropical insanity of Casa Verde's back room, waiting,
getting stronger all the time, until it could no longer be
denied. Now it spilt over, washing over him in waves until
he had to succumb to the desire. The desire to have this
woman. Not only to have her body moaning under his but to
have her breast under his hand at any time, to feel her
wetness when he holds out a finger, to have her lie down
spreading her legs at his glance. He looked again at her
face. The face of a woman not far from middle age,
attractive but not a bimbo beauty queen. He thought of the
prettier women that had visited, younger women, girls that
relied entirely on their beauty, even those that would trade
their pride for the comfort of Casa Verde. But he wanted
newlywed Dana Crane.
Dana shook the hair from her eyes. Eyes that darkened
as he watched. She pulled the jacket close and folded her
arms over her breast.
"Excuse me Joel, but I have to be going." Hal
interrupted. "The dancers want me to take them out for a
midnight cruise. Its just a friendly girl on girl thing.
The shows get the girls pretty hot and this gives them a
chance to relax, if you know what I mean," Hal winked.
"Perhaps you would like to join us? Oh, I am sorry. That
is a bad idea. The boat only has room for one more, and you
will want to be with your lovely bride."
Hal graciously offered the hospitality of Casa Verde at
no expense while her husband went on the cruise. A promise
to have him back in an hour and Joel accepted. Dana was in
her room when Hal returned accompanied by a stern looking
lady in a nurses uniform. Hal introduced the nurse, Catrin.
Immediately, Dana sensed bad news and allowed the unsmiling
nurse to lead her to a chair. There was a flurry of
activity and she found her arms strapped to the armrests and
Catrin working a dark leather bit between her teeth."
"In a little while, Dana, that clueless twit of a
husband will be in Buenos Aires, without money, passport or
identification. By then Joel will have slept off the
Roofies and have acquired long history with Interpol. Don't
worry, a cute, boy like him can survive, if he is willing to
supply what the market demands. Joel is a bank manager, he
understands market forces well enough."
"Your situation will not be quite so melodramatic,
Dana. See, I have taken this rather unexpected liking to
you. With no disrespect or anything, you are not the most
beautiful girl to grace this hideaway, nor are you the
youngest, but you do have a ..." Hal found himself
searching for the right word. Catrin, finished securing the
leather gag to look at Hal. "A certain demeanor, a presence
that I want as my personal servant. You are an intelligent
woman, are you not? That's right, nod your head. I am
going to give you a chance to use that pretty little head of
yours to save yourself a lot of discomfort. Would you like
that opportunity, Dana? Good girl. What I am going to do,
Dana, is give you freedom. You in return you will work full
time at being my plaything. I will not be telling you what
to do all the time, you will have to be creative. Have you
ever been whipped Dana? I mean stripped naked, tied open
between two posts and whipped from head to foot and then
have the whip given to someone else so they can have a piece
of you."
Hal tugged at the jackets lapels exposing wonderful
creamy white breasts cupped in a lace coral pink bra. "Of
course you haven't.. It will be my pleasure to take your
cherry, Dana and stripe these lovely virgin tits." Hal
walked around the sturdy wooden chair. "You are so
vulnerable, Dana, there are so many things that can be done
to you."
"Mein Herr, ich koennte sie veranlassen, alles zu tun,
was Sie wuenschen."
"Catrin, in English please, aber mein Deutch ist nicht
sehr gut." Hal replied.
"Oh ja, fein!, I could make her do anything you want,"
the nurse said, her blue eyes beaming. Catrin lifted Dana's
left breast from the bra. The nipple rose in erection
between the nurses skilled fingers as her chest flushed
cherry red in embarrassment.
"Mein Herr, her cunt smells like flowers."
"It must be perfume or feminine spray, it is her
honeymoon." Hal rested a hand on Catrin's shoulder, guiding
the nurse from the crying woman. "I don't want to punish you,
but if you do not show progress, I will have no choice," Hal
explained.
"The better you perform your duties, the better your
treatment will be. I am going to leave you strapped in that
wood chair for 24 hours to give you time to think it over.
Nurse Catrin will look in on you from time to time, but
there will be no food or bathroom breaks, so get used to it.
Good night Dana."
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Miss Congeniality
Stroker Ace
Chapters 1-3
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