PENAL COLONY NINE (Velvetglove)

(BOOK THREE: THE RESORT)

 

EXCERPT 1

 

It was fucking hot outside of the air-conditioned plane and terminal. Damian removed his jacket and placed it next to him on the bench. Then he raised the whip and cracked it across the older man's shoulder.

The cart immediately lurched forwards. Damian lashed again, this time landing the whip on the older woman's neck. He heard her howl.

His hotel was only about a mile away by cart. The road was made of black tarmac and the surface was hot, which was an added incentive for the ponies to run fast. He felt the breeze in his hair and smiled at the bouncing ponytail and jiggling buttocks of the Johnston's daughter-in-law as she scampered along, her nipple bells chinking.

It felt great to be back. The strip was buzzing with late afternoon activity; open-air pubs and busy shops, al fresco restaurants and sports bars. The island's Discount Store had a display of the latest sex toys on offer. He spotted a big red and white poster for something called a "Drill-do", which was apparently an oversized range of dildos.

He passed a bukkake demonstration by the side of the road. A topless female prisoner was on her knees with a group of visitors jerking off over her face while a small crowd watched and filmed on their phones.

The Resort had a range of hotels, all of them low-rise and high-end. The tallest buildings were only 3 stories high. There were boutique-style lodges with thatched huts on the beach for married couples who'd come together from the mainland. A lot of senior officials would bring their spouses and spend a few days spicing up their sex lives.

There were sumptuous spa residences where gorgeous therapists catered to each guest's every whim throughout their stay. There was even a modern business hotel where busy executives could continue to work, in between breaks for orgies.

And right in the middle of the strip was the 'South Beach Pleasure Dome' itself, a Roman-inspired structure of domes and columns and statues and fountains. Most famous of all was its courtyard amphitheatre where 'gladiators' fought each other while visitors placed bets and were orally pleasured.

Damian pulled up outside the Pleasure Dome and 3 obsequious doormen immediately scuttled over. Face-recognition had tipped them off as to who he was.

"Major Parks, sir. How wonderful to be able to welcome you back."

"Tether this cart up and water the ponies." He threw the reins at the doormen. "I'll be using this lot again during my stay."

"Of course, sir."

At that moment, his airport porter arrived, sweating and out of breath.

"What kept you?"

"I'm sorry, sir." The young man passed the suitcase to a doorman.

Damian strode indoors without giving either of them a second glance.

Naturally there was no queue at the Reception Desk. There were 10 topless clerks and bellhops for every arriving guest. Within 60 seconds Damian had been shown up to his suite on the 3^rd floor, the highest level apart from the rooftop bar and pool.

His suite had a marble bathroom, a living area with a desk, leading through to a huge bedroom with a 10ft wide double bed, and a balcony overlooking the courtyard amphitheatre. He found a bowl of fruit, a magnum of champagne and a sealed letter.

He nodded at his suitcase. "Unpack it." He ordered the topless bellhop. She was cute, wearing a white tennis skirt and open sandals. Her breasts were just as Damian liked them; high and perky but full, with nipples like raspberries.

"Yes sir."

He slid his finger along the seal of the letter.

 

EXTRACT 2

 

Bull stared directly at Jim at the exact instant he filled his wife's mouth. It was an important moment, and again as she gulped everything down. Jim had said nothing aloud but his eyes spoke volumes. And Bull liked that. He expected husbands to learn self control within the first few days. But he still wanted to witness their internal struggle. Just like Josh had struggled, as indeed had so many other fine spouses before him.

Lying there, Bull idly wondered how Josh was? And Linda? He was pretty sure both kids would be doing fine. He'd trained them well.

After a rest, he'd fucked Mrs. Armstrong for the first time. She had a decent pussy for mid-40s and one kid. It would do a decent job for a couple of weeks, especially interspersed with oral and anal and the 21yr old daughter. Nothing special but then, it was hard to find 'special' nowadays. He'd sampled just about everything he could think of.

He'd chosen the doggy-position. It allowed him to slide his full length into her. But the added benefit was that they could both face the foot of the bed and give Jim a ringside view of the action and their facial expressions; Sarah's 'oohs' and 'aahs' and her wide-eyed wonder, underneath Bull's own smirk, as he gazed straight into her husband's eyes and chuckled at the silly plastic cup he was presenting.

Now he was lying on the bed recuperating, getting a sense of how long it might take for him to train all three Armstrong family members properly, while both women caressed his contented shaft.

"Tired? Better not let that erection drop, Jim." He said.

"I'll try not to sir."

Bull turned his head leftwards and kissed Sarah full on the mouth. She murmured and gave him her tongue. Like any wife and mother, he knew she'd do absolutely anything he told her to. That was their silent pact.

But the one who intrigued him was Juliette.

 

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