Message-ID: <447.repost$980812050207@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com Subject: {StrokerAce}JDR"Miss Congeniality 1-3"( M+F MM nc ds tort exhib )[1/2] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6qe9q7$dbs$1@sparky.wolfe.net> JOHN DARK REPOST The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas that some might find distasteful, but neither the poster nor the author make any guarantee. You should be aware that the story might raise other matters that you find distasteful. You read at your own risk. 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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?" ===================== 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." +++ 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." ===================== Miss Congeniality Stroker Ace Chapters 1-3 -30- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----