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Miss Congeniality
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
CONTAINS FORCED SEX, AND VIOLENCE.
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(c) 1996, Stroker Ace
'Miss Congeniality' is entirely a work of
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"And then she asked, Have you ever betrayed
another?"
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Miss Congeniality
Stroker Ace
Miss Congeniality - Chapter 4, Beach Party
The winter season is the busiest time in Curacao. The
cold weather brings rich North Americanos and old money from
Europe. The laid-back island becomes overrun with tourists,
but few venture back into the mountains of West Punt. A
specialty club such as Casa Verde does not advertise. It
relies on favorable comments from the decadently rich. They
pass the word while skiing in Switzerland or sipping a rum
'Tight Snatch' under a tiki hut by a lagoon shaped pool.
The 'word' may be in different languages but is always the
same, "Hal Wallace runs a nice place in Curacao. They treat
you like a king there, anything you want, anything at all."
And then whispered to the gentleman over drinks, so the
ladies can not hear, "You can do anything you want to your
woman there. Take your mistress, or buy one, but bring your
own, he doesn't supply the girl."
Tonight, the little harbor at West Punt is full of
expensive boats. A steel drum band is beating out a
rhythmic, native beat. It soon penetrates the soul with
long repressed desires. Primitive, primal desires
reverberating with every beat of the drum. Tonight Casa
Verde's beach is bustling with men and women. Mesquite
blazes in a roaring bonfire at one end. In the flickering
circle of light a nude couple frolics in the surf. A large
buffet has be set up at this end of the beach surrounded by
guests wrapped in sheets. Their improvised togas fall open
on the men and women alike. The men are mostly heavy and
older. All are rich. Filthy, decadent, rich. Their women
are somehow very similar. All stunning beauties with the
common look that befalls a kept woman. Pampered with
jewelry, and expensive clothes, treated with luxuries from
travels around the world, they radiate beauty and sex. Yet
they do not control their own bodies. They are in constant
fear of gaining weight or of even wandering too far from
their man's side. Some wear tattoos of barbed wire around
arms or ankles. Others are careful to keep the toga over
fresh bruises. The women laugh and giggle nursing a glass
of champagne, never hesitating when their man stops to kiss
another, or to slide a hand sticky with barbecue into a
girls toga. Never pausing when a hand invades her own toga,
her toes turn outward, then she pivots on her toes as she
was taught, her legs spreading as the barbecued drumstick is
shoved upwards repeatedly until it finds the hole. She
smiles as her mind races through her training...'how long
before I can discretely grunt it out, like delivering a
baby. He never mentioned barbecue in training...'
Lovely in the moonlight, Dana stands, flanked by palm
trees. The trees rustle in the island breeze. Far above, a
cluster of coconuts hangs. She wonders what is the chance
of one of them falling to put an end to her misery. The
waiting is torture enough, for she has no idea what to
expect. She was given cute flowered lace panties to wear
and a matching demi bra, all lace and flowery. A white
shirt is tied above her navel with a astoundingly short
denim skirt. A tourist on vacation, looking for a little
action, perhaps a night of love on the beach, she thinks.
Only the heavy chain, padlocked to her neck and tree, spoils
the vision.
She exchanges a look and half hearted smile with
Monica. It is meant to reassure both but it is too late for
that, for drum beats faster, louder, demanding. The
laughter stops and all gather around Hal. They toast,
throwing their glasses to shatter on a rock. Loud and
boisterous they march down the beach towards the two girls.
"Pussy. We want the pussy," they chant in every deviation.
Monica moves first, but Dana understands her primitive need
immediately. The two women with hands chained at their
backs, stand face to face, their faces pressed together.
Trembling together, they feel each others fear. A last
press, breast against breast and Monica is pulled away. She
screams but no one seams to mind.
Tethered by her neck she is pulled to the center.
Likes dogs the pack descends upon her. With their bare
hands they tear at her clothing. Most are drunk to one
degree or the other. The men and women snatch at the
frightened girl, shoving her around in a tight circle. Her
blouse quickly gives away but the bra and skirt are
stronger. No one tries to unhook it, the many hands just
grab and pull. The circle of frenzied hands gets tighter
and tighter until they have closed on her. She has fallen
but they dangle her by her bra until it finally gives way.
With her finally nude, the circle of guests with erections
probing from the folds and breasts swaying freely in loose
togas, expands leaving Monica nude and panting in the sand.
Bradlt unwraps a long gray object from a towel. He
passes it amongst the guests as Monica trembles at their
feet. It is almost a meter long, tapering to a thin wisp at
one end. One girl in the crowd is especially curious. "Its
not very flexible, is it," she asks. "It feels like
sandpaper."
"A stingray's tail," Hal explains to her. "Very
strong with a sharp bite. Would you like to try it?"
"Go ahead. You should know what it is like to be on
the other end," her man answers.
Hal takes her by the hand and helps with the first
stinging blow to Monica's upper thigh. The girl learns
quickly and soon rains a torrent of fast paced stings on
Monica's rolling form. Another girl takes the tail and
lashes out at Monica. She tries to cover but sees that she
is too vulnerable at their feet. She stands, but the blows
still find bare skin. There is nowhere to hide. The lashes
come in groups as the tail is passed around. Each lash
brings a scream of anguish from Monica. She dances from
foot to foot, trying to miss the heaviest of the blows. The
girls are the worst they aim for her stomach or breasts.
The men are more predictable, they tend to aim for her pussy
but she can usually raise a leg in time.
Dana, can only step back and forth at the limits of her
chain. She watches Monica suffering at every blow, her
breasts and stomach freshly healed from severe sunburn are
now covered in red stripes. The guest dance and laugh to
the beating drums, their togas lie, white on the sand. They
all take turns at the helpless girl in the center. Together
they dance a mating ritual under a Caribbean moon, one
screaming, darting and evading, one threatening and faking
with the tail, one dancing for her survival. Her nipple is
the target this time. A slap, loud and sharp and then her
shrieking cry and then laughter. She jumps to the other
foot, the harsh tail grazes the inside flesh of her thigh,
the target has changed, he wants a leg this time. Behind
the debauchery, the night sky is hot red from mesquite
bonfire. A shape breaks out from the crowd, a dark form
silhouetted by the fire, it heads straight towards Dana.
A woman can feel her vulnerability in the touch of a
man. His purposeful grab at the chain, working the
combination at her neck, her chest, her hair all objects to
be moved, pushed, turned to serve the purpose. Dana can
tell now that her purpose is to serve. His hands dig into
her upper arm leading her to the waters edge. She feels the
pressure of a crowd forming behind her then turns to face
nude bodies, erect males, the females captive to a fondled
breast or penetrated vagina. A large male standing in front
with folds of fat rolling over his groin, pushes on the neck
of a anorexia thin blonde. She dutifully folds over,
supporting herself with hands on bent knees. Her hair
spills to the sand, then her face jerks up through the
waterfall of blonde hair. Dana catches the shock in her
eyes, her mouth falls open as the fat man works a diamond
ringed finger into her ass.
There is a lot of shouting but the word strip is
repeated over and over. Her hands are freed. She steps
back on the hard sand, the water laps at her heels. Hal has
not spoken. She wants to please him. For the last few
weeks her world revolves around pleasing Hal and nurse
Catrin. She even dreams of anticipating their every desire,
for they control her. She has learned to sleep when she is
told, to wake and do her hair and face in minutes. She has
studied her master for hours, learning to read the tell-tale
bulge in his slacks, a rise and she immediately takes his
growing member out and into her mouth. A miscue and she is
kicked aside. But worse is to daydream of her previous
life, of family and husband for then first signs of his
erection is missed. She found that to be a grave mistake..
Nurse Catrin is called. Hal and Catrin talk for a long
time, Catrin gestures towards her, Hal shakes her head.
They are speaking to softly for Dana to hear. Like an
executioner, Catrin walks over to her and she is excused to
follow the nurse.
Two days later she is again sitting on her cushion
under the large mahogany desk as Hal meets with a official
from the Ministry of Tourism. Her mind never wanders from
her duty. The official is large in her mouth, he is
delighted with Hal's gift but Dana must time her bobbing
head to check Hal's trousers every few strokes. He is
rising! What should she do, she wonders. Catrin should
have sent another girl, this is too much. She remembers
Catrin. Think. She reaches back to the other side of the
table and expertly extracts Hal's cock before it gets too
large. Reasoning that it is best to serve the important
official, she works Hal's tool with alternating squeezes and
rhythmic stroking. She picks up the tempo with her mouth on
the official while never missing a beat with her other hand.
The official is ready. He shoots hot and salty in her.
Three spurts is all she can take. She swallows and spins,
reversing the procedure in the flick of an eye. Hal's
familiar cock is safely in her throat, the minister cupped
in her hand. He doesn't even notice the switch. Hal is
proud of her. She is permitted the honor of rising from
beneath the table. She stands meekly, her hands folded over
her naked sex. She blushes, feeling inferior, standing nude
in front of two well dressed men with their cum on her lips.
The men stand and applaud her cock sucking. Catrin is
called and they applaud her again. Her blush changes from
embarrassment to pride and then to the humiliation of
learning so well. That pride returns at the memory.
Dana turns and runs a few steps, diving into the warm
water. She stands, facing the crowd on shore and brushes
wet hair from her face. Ever so slowly she begins to remove
her shirt, untying the knotted tail, teasing with a glimpse
of bra, with high steps slowly moving toward the beach. A
few vamps with the skirt and it disappears in the dark. The
panties are wet and almost invisible, they fall as she steps
from the sea. She cups her breasts between her arm making
them look larger and slides the bra away. But the crowd is
too drunk, too worked up, to appreciate the inspired
striptease. Someone has pushed a girl on top of Monica.
Men gather around her eager for any orifice.
Hands clutch at her legs and arms pulling Dana from the
sea. The night sky, full of stars appears above her legs
and then her hands. Her panic eases a little when Hal takes
the rope. She is tied together, hands to hands, feet to
hands, dangled upside down from another rope going off to
the darkness on both sides. The stars spin in circles, her
head falls back, a carousel of blurring men, closer and
closer. Someone snaps a stinging blow to her exposed pussy.
Hal's voice is commanding, "No hitting."
They are on her. Pushing as she spins, they twist her
faster enjoying having their cocks slap against her face,
delighting in the smoothness of her shaved sex and bottom.
The girls in their eagerness to please, pinch at her
nipples. Revolving tuns into a swaying as cocks probe for
her sex. They thrust drunkenly toward her face. At least
one man has a heavy pre-cum, leaving sticky spew that gets
in her eyes, and nose. Dana is bounced between legs, she
smells the cum at the legs of a blonde. The blonde stops
her, attempting to position Dana's mouth on her crack but a
man at the other end penetrates her first. Dana gulps as
his organ shoves deep inside. She must with all her might,
pull herself higher to line up on his swollen cock. The
girl only gets a few seconds of Dana's mouth before being
pushed aside. Dana can hardly satisfy the cock at her mouth
while a cock bangs into her cervix. She tries to see who he
is, but they will not let her raise her head. The man in
her mouth spews cum, first deep in her mouth then shooting
wildly over her face. Hands are on her hips rocking her
back and forth, clutching her hard on an erupting cock.
Waves of his cum vibrates in her sex. She can now feel soft
fingers working at her clit. It makes her smile that
someone would even try, not here, not now. Another cock is
at her lips but before it can penetrate, she is spun around.
Yet another cock pushes past her lips. Spit it out! That
simple thought dominates her mind. Spit it out. It has
been in someone's ass. But the repulsive taste of cum and
shit is forgotten while she struggles to deal with a new
assault. An assault on her ass by another man. Massive
thrusts poke madly around her tender anus. Again and again,
never quite lining up with the tender channel, yet each
thrust is made as if to ram her to the hilt. She cries out
in anguished shame and her throat is plugged. He cums in
waves clutching her orifice desperately to him and then the
other cums in quakes and laughter. The girl is still
rubbing her clit, continuing until a mild tremor ripples
through her body. "Did you see that?," the girl screams in
delight of her embarrassment.
The dangling girl tied by hands and legs shudders in
her bonds. She is getting faint. Her head hanging upside
down, is too low, breathing comes in small gasps around a
cock and later through his semen. The constant bouncing as
they fuck her has made her dizzy. Crying, upside down, from
the pressure on her ass makes her weak. Cum pools on her
folded stomach. The guest, all drunk on expensive alcohol
and an orgy of women, satisfy themselves with fingering her
ass. She hangs limp, coated in sperm, spun from man to man
though not as frenzied as before. Couples have fallen on
the sand, the girls working above their prone men. A man
slaps her, but she is too tired to do anymore than hold him
in her mouth. He leans across her and sloshes brandy on her
exposed sex. The high proof alcohol is too much for her
abused and raw organ. Fluttering at the end of the rope she
screams, man still in her mouth, her body dances. She is on
fire. Men get up to watch the spectacle. The man is
getting the blow job of his life, Dana a live wire on his
cock. Wild eruption engulfs them as he cums, shooting
everywhere. Another man takes his place, his soiled dick
tasteless after so many. Brandy is poured but it is nowhere
as intense as the first time. By the next lover she is
numb. Two more then they drift away to seek other
pleasures, leaving Dana panting in the moonlight.
Miss Congeniality - Chapter 5, Black Leather
"I hope they like women," Dana mumbled half aloud. She
paused, framed by the doorway. The club smelled of male
sweat, a bouquet of aromas of men working at being
masculine. The club was garnished in a heavy industrial
decor. Chain link fences made a maze of the dimly lit
floor. Steel pipes ran across ceiling and walls and around
oversized circuit breakers. Steam hissed from pipes and
floor at random intervals, turned a garish colors from
roaming spotlights. Men in black leather shorts and laced-
up boots, walked among the male patrons carrying trays on
upturned palms. A red light found her. It expanded to
encompass Hal at her side then shrunk to focus on her again.
Hal raised her hand over her head, leading her in a slow
spin. In a skintight black cocktail dress and sexy fuck
me pumps, Dana turned for their inspection. Her pearl
necklace glowed in the light, fiery streaks exploded from
the diamonds on her wrist. The men applauded, stomping
heavy work boots on the floor.
A plump man in a pink long-sleeved shirt, tied under
ample breasts, his belly clean shaven wound towards them
with a limp hand extended. "Helloooo, dahlings." Hal took
his offered hand, and raised it to his lips but never quite
kissing it. "Oh, Hal you look so, so divine. And it is so.
well so feminine. Oh what fun I could have with a body like
that." His breast jiggled as he turned again to Hal, asking
in a conspiratorial tone, "Is it.... you know... clean?"
"Yes, she is clean, perfumed, shaven, douched...."
"Oh, dear. Enough already, it makes my skin creepy
just thinking about it." In a high shrill voice,
"Everybody! Oh everybody. This is my dear friend Hal. Give
him a big friendly boys welcome. And, and he brought with
him, the evenings entertainment." To Hal he asked, "what do
you call it?" "Everybody, it is called Daaana. Ohhhh."
A squeaky voice spoke up from a back table, "That is
the last thing we need around here, someone's bitch that
cries and screeches at the slightest touch."
"Listen you pussy envying, fuck ups," Hal retaliated.
"This little bitch can take more than you have ever imagined
in your craziest, fucked-up wet dream." Hal grabbed her
skirt, tearing at the hem in his rage until the seam ripped.
The torn dress hung from her shoulders falling free at her
legs. Hal roughly jerked the black stockings to her heel.
Taking the rose from her hand he gently slid it up her bare
leg, then quickly rammed the stem to the inside of her
thigh. The red flower lay at the entrance to her womb, held
by thorns in her skin. He pulled the thin string of her
underwear to one side. A trail of blood, crimson red, ran
down the untaned white of her leg to the bunched stocking at
her foot. She did not cry.
"Turn off the light," Hal demanded. At first it was
hard to see, but as eyes adjusted to the darkness, a circle
of light appeared on the floor between wildly spread pumps.
It danced over one strapped heel and then the other, forward
and back as she was moved. Hal leaned her backwards. The
high pitched voice laughed first then the whole room joined
in. Dana carried a flashlight in her pussy.
Hal lovingly stroked her cheek with the back of his
hand. He was proud of what she had become. Their eyes
meet. A quiver ran through her body. Dana too was proud.
Proud that she did not cry, proud of pleasing this man that
dominated her new life. Family and friends had grown dim in
her mind. Only the thought of her lover Joel sustained her.
He was resourceful, he would return to save her, to free her
from this shame.
Her days were demanding. She found that it took all
her womanly intuition, all her intelligence, all her
awareness to anticipate his desires of her. It took all her
strength to do things she hated. It would have be easier if
he barked orders. She would only have to obey, become a
mindless robot serving his perverted desires, dreaming of
freedom, of Joel. But he demanded more, the ultimate, her
mind and body. Bad days were simply not tolerated.
Punishment was swift and uncompromising. When she thought
that she could not go on, that what he wanted was too much,
that no woman could endure, she reminded herself that it was
not as bad as the alternative. Worse was when he was so
ashamed of her that he handed her over to that sadistic
bitch, Catrin.
"Ohhh, dear. Blood makes me so queasy. Everybody, be
nice to my boy friend. That is only a woman but it is also
a submissive. That is why I invited Hal to party with us.
Some of us could afford to learn a thing or two. Now,
dahling, come on. The stage is this way."
The stage was nothing more than steel grating set off
in a corner. An old couch looking like it was stolen from
some condemned apartment and a straight back chair sat in
front of a wall of leather blindfolds, hoods and straps. In
the corner a full leather costume was covered in shadow.
Pink shirt unhooked the chain at the top of the
costume. Like a zombie, the costume stumbled after
Pinkie's, swaying hips. Someone was completely encased in
the black skin tight suit. The head was completely covered,
zippers prevented sight or hearing. Breathing was labored
through a tube. Metal loops adorned the black leather
providing attachment points for depravities that Dana could
not begin to imagine. Other loops provided hundreds of ways
to secure the hands, but they were simply snapped to the
legs. The chest was flat, but the suit ripped over a flabby
waist.
Pinkie led the poor leather covered subject to the
chair, locking hands and feet securely. Hal offered the
remnants of Dana's torn dress to his host, but with a
gesture of disgust, Pinkie declined to strip her. Hal
jerked her forward as the remnants of the dress was torn
away. The hot air of the club felt cool to her naked
breast. Hal tossed her damp bra to a nearby table, wanting
to see which of the fags would pick it up.
A good submissive can anticipate her master, but being
pushed to her knees in front of Pinkie took Dana by
surprise. She kneeled with head lowered an inch from his
zipper.
"I am not going to put my pee-pee in that, but I may be
interested in a little ass."
"Wait until after you see her suck cock. She is better
than anyone here," Hal boasted. "Does that one have a
cock?," he asked pointing to the leather clad figure seated
under the hot lights. "Show him what he is missing, bitch."
Dana crawled between his legs. She rubbed his crotch,
feeling his length. It was soft, but grew as she rubbed the
leather.
"Doesn't that feel good?" Pinkie asked. Dana was
gently trace the length of his cock with her fingertips.
"It must. He is getting hard," she added. Pinkie had
opened the flaps at his ears. The leather man was trying to
say something, but the only mumbles escaped between the
heavy breaths. "I can make it feel real good," Dana said,
as she continued to arouse him. "Want to have your cock
sucked? Want to have it in my hot mouth?"
Pinkie fumbled with another zipper, eventually freeing
his entire underside.
His big cock stood straight up, the head purple and
swollen, looking so pathetic sticking up from this leather
encased man. Dana ran the tip of her tongue over its head.
Another zipper was pulled back, leaving tiny slits in
the hood, at his eyes. Leather man gasped hard, and his
hips violently thrusting upwards. Dana could see the surge
inside of him. His balls were hanging heavy, big with the
wad of love. His cock was throbbing, the veins swollen
purple, with the force of the blood pounding in it. It had
to be driving him crazy. "Noonoo," that one sound escaped
his tube.
The audience had gathered around the stage, most with
short hair and black caps.
Dana leaned forward taking his erection in her mouth.
Leather man was thrusting wildly. Her head began to bob up
and down on his swollen dick. Her hands, cupped his balls,
slowly stroking them with her fingers, caressing them, as
they settled in her palm.
Hal too was excited. He pulled her head away and
thrust his erect cock down her throat. Dana took the base
of Hal's dick between her thumb and middle finger, squeezing
him, working his pre-cum up his shaft and into her mouth.
The pre-cum was salty and strong on her tongue, she knew
that he was ready. His hand steadied her head and he let
loose load after load of cum shooting over her face. It
caught her hair, dripped from eyebrows to sting her eyes,
ran is streams down her cheek, slid silvery white across her
lips. The audience cheered.
They cheered again when Pinkie pushed her face onto the
pulsing cock of Leather man. He thrust his hips up off of
the chair, twisting and moaning as if in agony.
Someone yelled "Do his ass!" The cry was picked up and
became a chant. 'Do his ass! Do his ass!"
"God yes!," Pinkie added as he watched mesmerized by
the rigid, thrusting cock.
"I want to try some of that," he said pointing to the
sucking girl. "You can take his."
"No way, that's not for me. I prefer girls."
"Try it. You may never go back," Pinkie was busy
pulling the old sofa to the middle of the stage. The
audience again picked up the new chant, "Try him! Try him!"
"I have a special surprise for you. He is a virgin and
I know you like to turn them out! I found him selling blow
jobs in an alleyway in Rio. Now he is treated well in
exchange for a little entertainment every now and then.
Very congenial, if you ask me."
Pinkie guided a trembling Dana behind the couch,
bending her over its back. Hooking her wrists to the steel
grate floor was the natural thing to do. Dana, shaking in
her anxiety, look up at crowd in front of her, then let her
head fall in disgrace. Pinkie started slow, working one
finger into her asshole. Dana squirmed a bit as he added a
second finger. "Stop it! DON'T!" she yelled, as a third
finger thrust up into her rectum.
Hal raised her head pulling her hair back, so everyone
could see her face. She quivered as the fingers were yanked
from her.
"NO! No, don't! PLEASE!" she yelled. Pinkie thrust
his cock brutally in her ass. Dana, untrained in such cruel
treatment, squirmed at the slightest movement of his cock.
"Dam, this is the softest, sweetest ass, I have ever
had," Pinkie exclaimed. He thrust into her again. Dana
screamed like he expected. Her body strained to break free.
Two guys had positioned Leather man beside the
whimpering Dana. Their arms overlapped, each locked beneath
the others head. The leather suit was folded away exposing
his ass and shriveled cock dangling between his legs. Both
asses hung bare over the couch, side by side.
"AAAAAA!" He mumbled between labored gasps. He knew
what was about to happen. Hal positioned his cock at his
backdoor, pressing softly then ever so slowly pushing harder
and harder until his now rigid cock began to poke through.
Bigger and heavier, flabby instead of delightful softness of
a woman, muscles where a woman was velvety, it was not for
Hal. He went around and unzipped the mouth, quickly ramming
himself in as Leather man gasped for air. His unused rear
was too tempting for one of the audience that skillfully
took control of Leather man's ass, working his tool deep
while Hal probed his mouth.
In pain and humiliation, tied head down, yet arched up
at the neck, Leather man did not have the strength to cry
out. He could barley get enough air around Hal's thrusting
cock. His head was fixed on the woman at his side. Her
head flew in the air with each thrust into her. Her long
hair exploding upwards then falling to hide her face until
the next thrust. The sight of her creamy skin, naked and
vulnerable, shaking in sexual submission, sweat rolling down
the sides of her heaving breasts was enticing. Hal exploded
in the leather covered head, squirting again and again
against the roof of its mouth. Spent, his cock fell from
the mouth. He quickly removed the hood and pushed the two
heads together.
"Take my cum from this fag's mouth, Dana."
Dana froze. Pinkie exploded into her in orgasmic furry
as Leather man received a load up his ass, but Dana didn't
move. Her lips trembled then began to form words... "Joel,
hhhoo.. honey?"
-Stroker Ace-
Comments welcome
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Miss Congeniality
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