Message-ID: <449.repost$980812050210@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com Subject: {StrokerAce}JDR"Miss Congeniality 4-5"( M+F MM nc ds tort exhib )[2/2] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6qe9r8$dh2$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 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 ===================== Miss Congeniality Stroker Ace -30- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----