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Mara could hear sounds in the room, the clink of ice in a drink as one of the girls lifted it to her mouth, soft, soothing music coming through speakers she couldn’t see, but no one was talking. They were clearly waiting, posed for presentation.
To distract herself as best she could from her own situation, Mara stared at the girls, doing an automatic headcount and coming up one short. Who was missing? It took a minute to figure it out, as she wasn’t yet that familiar with her co-prisoners. Then she realized who was not there. Where was she?
Chapter 5
A set of double doors opened and Dawn entered the room, followed by five men. “Here we are, gentlemen.” She waved her hand grandly around the room. “As you can see, we have six girls available for selection today. Of course”—she smiled brightly at a redheaded man who bore a striking resemblance to a North Carolina state senator—“Joanie belongs to you, Lucas.”
The man stared at Joanie with hungry eyes. She rose with languid grace as he approached her. She was wearing a sheer lace gown that hugged her slender frame and the curve of her full, round breasts. The ruby necklace glimmered at her throat.
Addressing the room at large, Dawn continued, “Remember, you can tell what a girl likes by her jewelry. Our diamond girls are ladies, but willing—very, very willing and eager to meet your every desire. Our ruby girls are all in need of a good, hard spanking and then some. They love to be put in their place by big, strong men like you.”
All the men laughed, some nervously, some raucously. Dawn turned to the heavyset man standing beside her. He had curly gray hair, a large, bulbous nose and a ferocious smile. “Harvey, I know you’re partial to ménages, and since you have premier member status, you may select two girls today.”
“Except for Joanie,” Lucas interjected, his hand now proprietarily around Joanie’s shoulders.
Harvey moved toward the sofa where Whitney and Scarlett sat and plopped himself down between them. “I’ll have these two delectable morsels,” he announced, spreading out his arms over the back of the sofa.
“Hey, no fair,” said a short, wiry guy with thinning blond hair and a weak chin, several thick gold chains around his neck. “What if I want two of these luscious babes at a time? There aren’t enough girls here.”
“Trust me,” interjected a tall man with a hooked nose and salt and pepper hair, “this is my third visit to Pirate Island. Any one of these girls is worth a dozen mainland whores. You’ll be more than happy with just one.” He approached Cassie from behind the sofa on which she sat and reached down to cup the back of her neck.
Cassie leaned back to gaze up at him with a smile that was at once shy and seductive. “I missed you, Frankie,” she cooed.
“I bet you did, baby. It’s great to see you again, but I want to see more.” He reached into her low cut gown and pulled one of her small breasts out of the dress. The men all laughed appreciatively while Cassie blushed. Apparently encouraged by their reaction, Frank pulled her second breast free, to more laughter and applause.
Unable to look away in her bound position, Mara watched helplessly as the scene unfolded before her on the other side of the glass, aware it wouldn’t be long before she, too, was offered like a piece of meat for these men to devour.
“The girls are lovely, aren’t they?” Alex said, obviously not expecting a response. “Each one a jewel, a gem, finely polished to reveal her best facets.”
He moved to stand in front of her. He held what looked like a small remote control in his hand. “It’s time to continue our lessons in pleasure and pain.” He touched a button on the remote, and all at once the phalluses inside her vibrated to life. “This is the pleasure.”
Mara moaned behind her gag at the abrupt onslaught of shivery sensations moving through her loins.
“Feel free to orgasm as often as you like”—Alex chuckled—“not that you’ll be able to help yourself with those things whirring inside you.” He was right—already she could feel the rise of a small climax, the unexpected added anal stimulation multiplying the effect of the dildo throbbing like a cock in her pussy.
Alex reached for something from the cart. He held up a knife with a silver blade and a black plastic handle so Mara could see. She shrank with terror, her mind leaping back to DJ’s sharp blade as it ripped her clothing away from her body.
Alex brought the blade closer. “And this is the pain,” he whispered. Before Mara could react, he touched the blunt tip of the blade to her clamped nipple. An audible shock crackled in the air as a sharp burst of pain ricocheted through her nerve endings. Squealing behind her gag, Mara tried in vain to twist away.
