Our hero gets his hands dirty, and manages to score his first big catch of the pageant. It's her assistant, however, who becomes his real target, her ruin hastened by another cunt who exhibits a side of herself he hadn't seen before.
A Predator's Diary: Part 6 - Pageant Prey III
****This is the sixth part of the series. The events follow directly after those of Part 5 - Pageant Prey II****
The mid-day sun shone down harshly on us as we arrived at the arena. Our cocksleeves had been carefully stowed away till further requirement, and Carl had stashed a wide variety of tools for our next round of acquisitions. But as he pointed out, our first port of call would be Rani.
Rani was dressed in a blue saree, her lovely rack and slender waist accentuated by a shimmering blouse that looked more like a bra with sleeves. The remainder of her makeup crew were braiding her hair into a long ponytail as we walked in. Quite understandably, she was quite distraught to learn that no less than four of her makeup crew were suspect and would have to be "evaluated further." It also meant that she would have to stick with the remaining crew as getting replacements at this late hour would prove nearly impossible.
For our part, we learnt that the current day's event would be the "traditional dress" round. It would also mean the first eliminations would occur today. For some reason, Carl seemed to take great pleasure in mentioning this over and over again.
Since we were now her personal security, we got to hang out backstage as the participants went through their paces. Soon, we saw the lights come on and the girls started strutting onto the ramp, their walks carefully orchestrated to highlight the sexier features of their attires. Reaching the edge, they would answer a few bland questions about their heritage or something, before flourishing their dresses and walking to the back of the ramp. Eventually, Rani's turn came and she went forward, her hips shaking sensually like a cheap backalley whore. Each participant's arrival was marked by a fresh round of cheering, but Rani's arrival was met with a roar. The judges appeared to be impressed, and I made a mental note of congratulating our new charge on her "impact."
The round went on for quite some time, and we found ourselves getting hungry. Carl, however, motioned for me to wait and observe the girls carefully. By this time, I had pretty much figured out which girl matched which string, and could confidently state which girls we needed. Surprisingly, on closer inspection, Rani did not seem to match any of our targets. Why were we tailing her then? At the same time, I noticed that we were not the only grumpy looking suits. There were others, and some seemed to eye us testily. Were they personal security for the other participants? Would we have to fight our way to the next catch?
As my mind went back to my amateur martial arts training, I noticed that the backstage had pretty much emptied out. The makeup teams were catching a break as the participants waited for the judges to make their call. Evidently, the decision actually rested with the public, who could vote online. The judges were there merely to provide some "guidance." The participants' public votes were displayed, followed by judges' comment on each. After what seemed like an eternity, those who had been eliminated were mentioned, to the accompaniment of some real anguish and a lot of fake sympathy. I looked at Carl, but he motioned with his hand to wait.
Rani was beaming as she walked back. As she reached us, she performed her signature flourish with the loose end of her saree for us. I took this as my cue to blurt out my compliment. She gave a big smile, and said nonchalantly, "Oh, but I am a professional." Professional whore, I almost said out loud.
Food had been arranged for us in Rani's makeup room. As we waited, I learnt that five cunts would be eliminated today. They had two hours to solicit votes from the public, and the finally tally would decide who was eliminated. Rani began a long monologue on which girls she expected would eventually be eliminated. Her airs and the jiggling of her tits inside her blouse made me want to grab her and put her in her place there and then. Consequently, I failed to notice Carl taking extensive notes as Rani went on about what we should keep our eyes out for.
By the time lunch was done, the results had been announced. One of the cunts had managed to flash her tits out of elimination, and thus pushed another unfortunate set of holes into her position. Taking our leave as Rani went for a power nap, Carl and I retired to a rear alley littered with bits and pieces of glittery female clothing and props. We checked our notes. As it turned out, three of the five cunts were in the diary pages. DJ and Mickey were already onto one of the cunts who had come with her own security. The others were unprotected except by their makeup and support teams. He suggested that if I didn't cause a ruckus, I could take one on my own. He declared that he would catch the third. Once we had our catches, we would drop a single call to a common number from our new phones. All three catches in, our pickup would arrive. Any ruckus and I would be on my own. Also, no fucking the target, though "collateral damage" to their teams or the two non-desirable participants was acceptable.
Had I been given a choice, I would have picked one of the tall cunts, whose boyish figure had apparently failed to harden enough dicks to make her progress. But it seemed I was not going to get any choices. My target was an Asian girl with jet black hair. Her petite frame boasted of 34C tits, paired with a slender waist and inviting hips. The preferred way to take her would involve one of the syringes Carl carried. Alternatively, I was supplied with rope, chloroform and what appeared to be a sleep dart whistle.
I did not have much time to waste. The eliminated cunts had about a day to pack up and leave, and they usually left in a few hours unless they were participating in one of the sub-contests. As it turned out, one of the five was, but she was not on our list. Ergo, my catch might soon be in the sky if I did not nab her fast.
Rani had helpfully provided us with a layout of each girl's dressing room. Holding my copy appeared to be enough to diffuse suspicion, as nobody seemed to inquire as I pinpointed the room where she was. It turned out to be at the other corner of the complex. Picking up my pace, I noticed some of the other teams also packing up, since the next event would be at a luxury resort rather than in the city. "Good," I thought, "less eyes means the work will get easier."
My heart skipped a beat as I finally reached the target's room. The room was locked from the outside, and the namesign area read "Vacant." Had they already left? I looked around frantically. Locating a security staff, I asked urgently about the participant. "Vacant doesn't mean they have left yet. It simply means that she has cleared the room for cleaning, etc. She might be saying goodbyes to the other participants or her team. So whatever work you have, you might want to head to the arena lobby."
Thanking him, I rushed to the lobby. At least three participants' teams were wishing each other goodbyes as they waited for the organizers to complete their formalities. Two of the eliminated participants were there, including the protected one that DJ and Mickey were after. No sign of them though. Scanning the large area, I tried to recall the flowing kimono-like dress that she had donned. There was no one wearing anything remotely similar.
My heart in my mouth, I was about to head back to the dressing rooms when I noticed a slight figure in a hoodie and track pants hanging around the entrance to the ladies' washrooms. Her face was obscured by her hoodie, as were the finer features of her figure. Yet the height and build matched. Could it be that she had changed out of her pageant clothes? Of course she had! Why would she be wearing a designer dress around when catching a flight? I inched my way towards her, pretending to be engrossed in my phone.
As I approached, she turned around. It was her! She appeared rather annoyed, and was shouting profanities at someone over the phone, her free hand on her hip. Without any warning, she rushed past me and towards the entrance. As her nubile figure moved past me, I considered grabbing her there. But it would be suicidal - there were at least a hundred people inside the lobby and nearby. I would have to keep stalking my prey.
Stopping at the entrance, she was surrounded by her team. Group by group, they got into waiting cars and left the venue. Before leaving, they offered to take her along, but each time she refused. The cycle continued till only she and another girl remained. This girl appeared to be her assistant. Taller than her, she had a nice 36B set of tits on a thin waist and tight thighs that would be a pleasure to whack till they turned bright red. Her waist-length hair was coloured silver with electric blue and pink highlights. For a moment, I forgot about my target and focused on the sexy creature standing beside her, imagining my hands using her hair like reins to control the bitch's rhythm on my cock.
"Focus," a gruff voice whispered behind me. Turning around, I saw DJ disappear into the crowd. Mickey hailed me from a few steps away, then pointed towards the exit and gave a thumbs up. I reciprocated the sentiment. My focus back on the prey, I noticed that both were fidgeting with the assistant cunt's phone. They had probably booked an Uber. Moving closer, I heard her say that the car appeared to be somewhere on the other side of the venue, and she hoped the driver wouldn't make them walk. They tried calling the driver but apparently, he was not picking up. An idea struck me.
Noticing a side exit meant for staff, I slipped out of the venue and onto the street. Walking a little distance until I was out of sight of the main entrance. I then backtracked until I was back at the entrance. The girls had evidently had no further success, and were both standing with their hands on their hips. I walked up to them confidently and asked, "Is there a problem Ma'am?"
"Huh? Who are you?" The assistant appeared puzzled and a little suspicious.
"I'm with the concierge department. Are you looking for transportation to the airport?"
"Damn right we are. The car we were supposed to travel in was cancelled at the last moment, and as you know, Tia does not travel in ordinary vehicles." the assistant's expression was one of hope mixed with some remnants of suspicion.
"Ma'am, I'm very sorry about the situation. The organizers provide transportation for participants in some emergency cases. We don't have any luxury vehicles though."
The two looked at each other. Tia looked at the time, and then at the Uber that was still stuck on the other side of the venue. For a moment, I wondered whether they would take the bait. An eternity later, Tia's phone vibrated. "Son of a bitch cancelled the trip!"
Tia seemed to think the cancellation was entirely her assistant's fault, and began to lay into her. I coughed, politely reminding them that they were wasting their - and my - time. Shaken out of their mutual bickering, Tia nodded at me. "Please arrange for any vehicle to drop us off. The flight is barely two hours later, and at this rate, we won't be able to check-in."
I nodded again and moved out of their earshot. Pretending to call someone, I spoke to myself for about half a minute. I then walked back and informed them that the car was ready and was waiting in the parking lot. The girls nodded. Tia asked her assistant to bring the rest of their luggage and follow us. With that, she motioned for me to lead the way.
Walking slightly ahead of my prey, I scanned the side of the building for any plausible alley. There were service alleys, but they were far too narrow to fit a car. Eventually, I noticed that were passing the same alleyway where Carl and I had stopped to exchange notes. The alley appeared to be a shortcut between different parts of the arena, making it a plausible route to the parking lot. I noticed that her assistant had gathered their luggage and was closing the distance between us. It was now or never.
Turning sharply into the alley, I paused after a few paces. Tia, who was moving at full speed, inadvertently passed me after turning into the alley herself. I checked the pre-filled syringe in my pocket. She had stopped and was turning around as I reached her. My hand latched onto hers and drained the contents of the syringe into her arm. A look of shock spread across her eyes as I removed the empty syringe and pocketed it. As the drug began to take effect, the belated realization that she had become my prey dawned on her. She turned around to run and began to move. She only managed to get a few steps ahead before falling to her knees. She kneeled for a moment, trying to get her body to cooperate. Her body swayed from side to side, before collapsing face-down into the asphalt.
"Tia Ma'am!" an anguished voice made me realize that her assistant had found us. Dropping the luggage, I saw her rush to where her employer lay unconscious. "Help me, she seems to have fainted!" She began to pour water onto Tia's face while checking her pulse. "Help me..." she looked up at me with beseeching eyes, only to be met with the cold stare of a predator who had his prey before him, and was considering whether a bonus catch was in order. My eyes made her realize what had happened.
"No!" No longer concerned about Tia, the girl scrambled up and made a break for the far exit of the alleyway. Jumping over Tia, I ran after her. She already had a lead on me, but was wasting it by screaming at the walls for help. The alleyway was littered with old dumpsters and carts, and we danced our way through them, my mind simultaneously focusing on chasing her and figuring out how much time I would have to hide Tia if her assistant did manage to get away.
We were nearing the end of the alley, and the cunt was straining every muscle in her body to reach it. My lungs were burning, and I realized that I was moments away from losing her. She seemed to have spotted someone on the street outside, for she let out another desperate plea. In doing so, she must have taken her eyes off the obstacle course that we were navigating. I saw her hit her knee against a rusted dumpster, breaking her momentum and causing her to crash against the opposite wall.
She was limping now, but was almost out. I was closing our distance fast, but would I be fast enough? I saw the assistant's silver strands begin to dazzle in the late afternoon sun as she placed one foot outside the alleyway. She raised her hand to call out to the passersby, but didn't make a sound as my hand wrapped around her mouth as another grabbed her waist and pulled her back into the alley.
She fought like a tigress, her slim frame belying her core strength and sharp reflexes. We danced the cunt captor's dance in the alley, she desperately trying to pry herself free from my grasp, I matching and countering her every move. A sudden jerk from her caused us to crash into a nearby cart. I felt a sharp pain in my waist. Momentarily stunned, I felt her free herself from my grasp. As she made her bid to escape, though, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her back. Swinging her by her hair, I threw her against the cart, causing her to fall over it. Uncorking the chloroform bottle, I drenched my kerchief in it before approaching the girl.
As I moved closer, she let out another guttural scream and landed a hard kick on my unsuspecting midsection. Staggered, I saw her clamber back out and begin to move back through the alley to the other end. My waist and tummy stinging, I rushed after her and grabbed her hair once more. Turning her towards me, I landed a hard punch on her left tit. Her hands clutched her tit, but left her tummy exposed. Another punch and she fell over, curling up into a fetal position, the fight clearly knocked out of her. Using my full weight, I fell upon her midsection, pinning her to the ground and trapping her feet under my knees. The cloth was now firmly pressed against her face, causing her to thrash at me. A few moments later, however, her actions became weaker until she her eyes closed and her struggle ceased.
Stuffing the cloth into my pocket, I was about to pick up the feisty cunt when I heard voices approaching. Grabbing the cunt by her hair, I hauled her behind a dumpster and hid myself on top of her, ready to pounce on the would-be-hero. Stepping into the alleyway, the man seemed to wait as his eyes adjusted to the dimmer light. He looked around. I wondered if Tia was visible from where he stood. My hand went to the same cloth that I had used to knock out the cunt lying beside me. Moments passed as the man continued to look around in confusion. Then, suddenly, he muttered something and walked away.
I waited a minute or so to make sure he wasn't returning soon. With no one else in the alley but me and the two cunts, I gradually gathered the confidence to hoist the assistant into my arms and carry her to one of the better looking dumpsters. I then rushed back to find Tia lying exactly as I had left her. Moments later, she had joined her assistant in the dumpster, followed by their luggage trolleys. Unfortunately, neither trolley was large enough to fit their owners inside themselves.
I dialed the number we had agreed upon, and DJ picked up. "About time rookie. We'll be there in five minutes. Hold tight till then!"
I didn't have the time to ask how they knew where I was before DJ hung up on me. Looking around anxiously, I decided to see whether there was anything useful that the cunts may be carrying. Neither of them would require their belongings in the career of sexual slavery that they were about to enter into, after all. Neither had fully secured their luggage, probably so they could fit in anything the aircraft didn't allow onboard. Tia's stuff included a lot of baggy tops and plain bras and panties. Hidden within the clothing, however, was a small box. Opening it, I found a wad of cash equivalent to an entire month's salary at my old job, plus a necklace that had the most curious of pendants - a pendrive! Her assistant - whose name appeared to be Tina going by the trolley's label - was far more ostentatious. Her clothes included crop tops, hot pants and an assortment of negligees, lacy bras and thongs. What surprised me more than the lingerie, however, was the assortment of nipple clamps, dildoes, strapons and vibrators that she had packed. Did she have a side hustle whoring herself, I wondered. I packed the more interesting stuff inside an old tarpaulin bag that I found nearby. Tina too had some cash packed into her bag, and I figured that I had just earned myself a month and a half's worth of pay.
A black van - one that I had come to know only too well - stopped outside the alley. DJ jumped out, his measured moves replaced by an unnatural hurry. Reaching me in five paces, he opened the dumpster without a word and hauled out Tia. Picking her up in his arms like a drunk girlfriend, he carried her to the van. I followed with the assistant in my arms and the tarpaulin full of cunt decoration slung around my neck. Once Mickey had placed them in the rear, though, DJ jumped back and went to the two discarded trolleys. He picked through Tia's trolley and then Tina's. A worried look spread across his face. Coming back, he motioned to me to get on. The driver - whom I couldn't see, drove us back to the hotel.
As my eyes adjusted to the dim environs, I saw that the back of the van was already packed with cunt. I noticed the two targets lying on one side, their clothes already removed and serial numbers marked on their tits. Aside from them, however, two other cunts lay knocked out. We were returning with a haul of no less than half a dozen cunts.
Mickey motioned to me and Carl to help him. Two trunks sat ready to receive our day's catch. The three targets were packed into one trunk, and the three "collateral damage" cunts were in the other. Once we reached the hotel, I expected us to hit the back alley. Instead, DJ said, "No time!" Next moment, we were lugging the trunks into the hotel's lifts and heading to our rooms.
Once inside DJ and Mickey's room, two of the targets were packed into suitable suitcases. Tia, now naked, was placed on a chair, her hands wrapped around the back and secured with rope. Her legs were secured to a spreader bar, providing easy access to her cunt. Carl rummaged in DJ's luggage before pulling out a machine that looked like a portable electric motor. He grabbed pairs of wires, each with one red and one black alligator clip at the end. DJ took a syringe and filled it up with some liquid as Carl connected the wires and prepped the machine. Sparks erupted when Carl turned on the machine's power.
"You want cunt barbeque Carl?" Mickey teased as he huffed a joint.
"Just testing." Carl turned down the power to the minimum before attaching two of the clamps to Tia's melons, and the third to the lips of her cunt. DJ injected the serum into her. Moments later, she began to stir, shaking her head as she tried to figure out where she was. Her struggles took me back to that night at the country villa where I had first met the boss. I recalled how scared I had been. Looking back, perhaps I need not have been so scared. Tia, however, had every right to be very, very scared of her predicament.
To speed up the return of Tia's awareness, DJ landed a couple of hard slaps, causing her cheeks to turn bright red. Tina's wide brown eyes stared in disbelief as she took in her situation. "No...please....why?" As her mind tried to compose her fear into coherent speech, DJ nodded to Carl. Checking the setting on the machine, Carl hit the power button. Instantly, Tia's mouth opened, letting out a pained scream. Her body writhed in pain as the current hit her most sensitive parts. Carl turned it off, and DJ resumed his slaps until her cheeks were well on their way from red to purple.
"Where is the pendrive?" DJ's voice was cold.
"In my suitcase." Tia's voice was hoarse, punctuated by her rapid breathing.
"Liar." Carl turned on the machine again and Tia's eyes widened as she screamed once more. More slaps and a punch to her torso later, though, DJ realized she was telling the truth. "We will find it eventually. And when we do..." Carl turned the machine's power up a notch, pumping even more electricity into the pretty girl. By now, she was straining against her bonds, her legs pushing against the rod and her arms beating futilely against the chair.
"Anyway, tell us the password."
"No...please you have to understand....they will do bad things if they...ahh-" Carl had turned the power up another notch. The girl's eyes rolled in their sockets and tears streamed freely down her abused cheeks as her body visibly shuddered. Drool began to leak out and fall over her tits. She looked at DJ with pleading eyes, her mouth trying to form words that ended up becoming screams of pain.
"Pl-please....if I tell you, you have to promise me....the boss-"
"The boss will do as he pleases. I give no promises, except that you will turn into a crispy cunt if you keep resisting.
Tia considered her position, and then nodded. "The password is tattooed along my inner thigh. Please. you have to-" Carl dumped another load of electricity to cut her off, causing her to almost topple over as her struggles became more and more violent. Her screams were hoarse by now, her breathing ragged and red welts had appeared where her arms and legs had been struggling against their bonds. When Carl cut the power, her mouth remained open, drooling like the bitch she had become.
By this time, DJ had located the password. Turning to me, he asked, "Did you find any pendrive in her belongings?"
I was about to say no, until I realized that I had that particular necklace with the pendrive. Digging into my tarpaulin, I began to fish through the silky lingerie.
"J brought some decoration to celebrate eh....or are you crossdressing boy?" I ignored Mickey's comment as I finally pulled out the box with the necklace and found the pendrive.
"Next time, submit the full manifest when checking in." The sarcasm in DJ's voice concealed anger that I sincerely hoped would not express itself.
Opening a laptop, DJ inserted the pendrive and the password. It opened a list of folders, whose number, I noticed, was one less than the number of participants. Each folder contained different documents - some photos, some videos and some spreadsheets. Looking up at me, DJ smiled. "Leverage you see. We don't always deal in punches and kicks."
"Clever girl this Tia is. She hired private investigators to dig up dirt on her competition, and had planned to blackmail them as the pageant progressed. Sadly, she got kicked out in the very first round!" The look on Tia's face was one of pure loathing.
DJ called the boss. He seemed pleased that we had laid our hands on such useful information. As it turned out, Tia was not of interest for her cunt, but rather for the incriminating information that she had. Apparently, she had agreed to hand over the pendrive to the boss in exchange for a hefty sum, but then backtracked when she got a better offer from another fellow dirt-digger working for another participant. The punishment for backstabbing the boss could mean losing one's life, and Tia seemed to know this. Yet as we knew - and she didn't - the boss had given us full freedom to do what we wanted with the snobby bitch.
By this time, the sun was setting on the city, casting an orange glow in which Tia's black hair seemed to light up as if on fire, her teary eyes reflecting the dying light as if signaling the dying of her own hopes of freedom. She hung her head and sobbed as Carl packed up the torture machine and DJ cleaned up the medical apparatus. Mickey offered me a joint but I wasn't interested in getting high. The sounds of the bitch's screams had brought out the primal urge to rape a cunt that I had first discovered in the dark factory.
By this time, the boss' agents had taken away the two other prey. We were left free to enjoy the fresh meat - and should we desire - the meat that we had caught the day prior. As usual, the cunts were divided. I was allowed to keep Tina, while DJ took Tia. Mickey took the third girl, a buxom one with whom he seemed to have some history. Carl took a red-haired beauty that had apparently just lost her job as her employer had been carried off into sexual slavery.
Returning to our room, we found Neha and the blonde tied up exactly as we had left them. Being kept as portable fucktoys can't have been too much fun for them, for they eagerly stared at us as we pulled them out. Carl untied them, allowing them to stretch themselves before they thanked him by diving into his cock from both sides, their heads converging on his shaft as he casually stroked their heads. It's surprising how little it takes to turn a bitch into a docile cocksleeve, I thought, as I spread out our fresh catches on our beds, tying their hands to the bedposts.
Both girls were already stirring. I was relieved. Much as I would have been ready to pound Tina even if she lay like a sack of potatoes, I wanted to well and truly break her, just as I had broken in Neha last night. As I finished spreading out the cunts for us to ravish, I heard Carl let out his signature animal shout as he glazed the two females' faces with his jizz. Throwing the used cunts away, he focused on the fresh one on his bed. Taking more rope, he tied the redhead's ankles to the metal frame at the bottom of his bed. He then went out of our room, leaving me with the four cunts, two of them recovering from where they had been knocked down on the floor, and the other two recovering their senses and shooting confused glances in my direction.
Grabbing Neha by the hair, I instructed her to pick out a sexy lingerie set and put it on Tina. As Neha rummaged through the bag, she found the bondage stuff and shot me a sly glance. "It's Tina's." I replied to her unspoken query, eliciting a giggle. Soon she had picked out a sheer red pair of lacy bra and panties. Tina and the redhead had been stripped naked by Mickey, so there was no dress to cut this time. To compensate, I had Neha dress her up in the revealing clothes.
Neha seemed to take undue pleasure in complying. Reaching Tina, she gently cupped the girl's head in her hands and pulled her lips close to her own. As I watched mesmerized, she latched onto Tina's full lips and locked her head in a passionate kiss. Tina looked confused, before responding with her own passion. The two girls kissed for what seemed like an eternity. Though left out, I had seldom been privy to such all-female tenderness.
Quite surprisingly, Tina didn't make any attempt to struggle when Neha undid the bonds and put the bra on her. Moments later, she helped Tina put on the panties. The lingerie, as I expected, fit her perfectly, making her look like a Triumph model more than a model's assistant. As I admired Tina in her silky glory, Neha helped herself to another pair - this one white. Her dark areolae poked through the translucent fabric, suggesting to both Tina and me that she was ready to fuck, whoever her partner/s may be.
I lay down on the bed, as Tina and Neha joined me on either side. For a girl that had just been grabbed, Tina appeared surprisingly docile as she followed Neha's lead. The girls began to kiss my neck, chest and face. I wrapped my arms around them, cupping each girl's tit and squeezing them through the soft fabric. Neha climbed on top, shifting her panties to expose her dripping cunt as Tina made short work of my pants and underwear. Neha lowered herself down on my rigid member, sending currents of pleasure through my body as her love hole engulfed me. Tina wrapped me in a gentle kiss as Neha took my hands and placed them on her silk-adorned tits. I squeezed hard as she began to bounce on my cock. As Neha continued to bounce on my cock, Tina got up and moved to the bottom of the bed. A moment later, I felt her tongue sucking on my balls.
I felt my orgasm starting to build up as the girls continued their ministrations on my cock and balls. Neha reached down to take my mouth in a hungry French kiss, her tongue finding mine and playing with it as my hands continued to knead her tits. I found her nipples and twisted them hard, causing her to pick up the pace of her fuck. The girl was moaning hard as she fucked herself desperately on my member. Pulling her closer, I buried my face in her silky bosom, biting and clawing at her soft flesh until she came with a scream of pure pleasure. Streams of warm female juice flowed onto my balls and thighs, most of which was hungrily lapped up by Tina.
As her orgasm subsided and mine continued to build, I felt Neha climb off me. Before I could protest, she had been replaced by Tina's equally warm and wet cunt. Not minding the sudden change, I made Tina bounce harder than Neha had, her long silver hair aflame in the dying embers of the sun as she pushed herself to orgasm. Our bodies moved rhythmically, the sound of Tina's moans combined with my grunts as I prepared to drop my load deep inside the freshly captured pussy. As Tina bounced faster, I grabbed her tits and pushed my hands inside the soft fabric. Cupping both tits, I squeezed hard as she threw back her head, a look of pure bliss spreading across her face. I couldn't hold it in any longer, filling up Tina with my load as she collapsed on top of me, her own orgasm overcoming her senses.
As our orgasms subsided, I heard periodic screams emanating from the other side of the room. Sometime in the midst of our intercourse, Carl had returned with a large bullwhip and was going hard on the thighs, torso and cunt of the redhead, turning her body into a colour matching her flaming locks. The blonde was wrapped around his thighs, her head locked onto his cock by his free hand. The girls took a moment to register the fate of the girls across the room before Neha got up and began rummaging through the bag. Out came a pink strapon dildo, which she promptly fastened around her hips.
Grabbing Tina's silver hair, she pulled the girl to the edge of the bed and made her bend over. Tina's eyes locked onto mine and for a moment, they seemed to plead with me to get Neha off her. I merely smiled, however, as her eyes widened and a scream of pain escaped her lips. Getting up, I moved around the pair to find Neha's rubber cock buried deep in Tina's asshole sans any lubrication. The girl was slapping Tina's ass hard as she began to fuck the poor girl.
Amused at Neha's audacity, I moved behind her and positioned my own cock against her asscheeks. Anticipating my next move, Neha paused for a moment as I pushed my cock into the asshole that I had violated the previous night. This time, it went in with far less protest. Thus buried inside her, I placed my hands on her tits and began to grope her as my dick resumed where it had left off.
Soon, Neha resumed her fucking of Tina's ass, developing a rhythm where we wound sink in at the same time. As Tina continued to struggle to accommodate the dildo, Neha grabbed her long hair and held her in position. I continued to play with her tits as my dick began to build up for another explosion. The room was filled with the sounds of the redhead's screams, Tina's whimpers, Neha's moans and Carl and my grunts.
Pulling myself closer to Neha, I began to kiss her back, enjoying the musky mix of sex and sweat emanating from her body. My teeth bit gently onto her back and neck, causing her to move her hips faster, heightening the pleasure for me and pain for poor Tina. She moved her free hand to her cunt, fingering herself as we resumed our fuck rhythm. I bit on her earlobes, and the back of her neck, leaving red marks of ownership on my sextoy's body. Every bite was met with a slight increase in pace and a sharp moan, until our hips were slapping against each other's at unbelievable speed.
I sunk my teeth deep into her neck as I felt myself explode a second time. A moment later, Neha herself came, her juices running down her and my thighs. She let Tina collapse onto the bed as she remained locked in my tight embrace, my dick unwilling to leave her warm tightness.
As on many previous occasions, it was Carl who decided that we were too lost in our carnal desires for our own good. Having worked up a sweat whipping the poor redhead, he paused for breath and then said, "Fucking is all good, but these cunts haven't been fed all day. If you can pull yourself out for a moment, some food might be in order."
Having orgasmed twice in the past hour, I nodded and pulled on my clothes. As I put on my pants, I suddenly realized that my wallet wasn't in my pocket. As I began to look around frantically, Neha seemed to realize what I was searching for. She went to the bedside table and pulled my wallet out of the top drawer. Taking it, I headed out to the hotel's restaurant to see what food could be arranged.
Half an hour later, I was returning to our room with one of the waiters, his hands laden with food that seemed ostentatiously excessive even for two grown men. I had had to explain that we were diehard foodies, a comment that elicited chuckles around the restaurant. Anyhow, I had no idea whether Carl had wrapped up his torture of the redhead, or what the blonde and my two fucktoys were up to. I asked him to hand the food over to me, which he seemed quite happy to do. As the sound of his footsteps diminished in the distance, I balanced the dishes till I reached our door, wondering how I would knock with both hands full.
I didn't need to. Carl opened the door just as I reached it, relieving me of part of my burden before shutting the door behind me. The girls were nowhere to be seen. Locking the door, he laid out the food on a table before opening the wardrobe. Out tumbled the four cunts, who had evidently been packed tight in a space that I had believed could not hold more than two. Seeing the food, the girls scrambled over to the table and dug in. I began to protest that the food was meant for us boys too, but Carl insisted that I leave them undisturbed. Instead, he asked me to be careful with my fucktoys, and always ensure that at least one was securely restrained before I began fucking them.
By the time the girls were done supping, there was hardly any food left for us. Carl didn't seem to mind. Locking one hand of each girl to his bedpost, he moved in between them, pulling out a joint and puffing away. Beckoning Tina to himself, Carl handed a joint to her, and she obediently brought it to me.
"I don't smoke weed." I protested. Carl simply laughed and threw his lighter to me. Cursing his persuasiveness, I was soon inducted into the weed smokers' club. Carl was sharing his joint with the two girls. The redhead, in particular, took deep draws, perhaps to ease the pain that must still have been raging through her body. Neha and Tina, however, did not seem to be interested.
Feeling the effect of the weed engulf my senses, I settled down on the bed. Tina and Neha soon followed, though they seemed less interested in me than Carl for some reason. I wrapped my arms around the girls' shoulders, stroking their long manes as my thoughts went back to Riya. What was she up to? Given that we were part of the same enterprise, I had hoped to hear from her at some point, but there had been total silence. We were required not to contact anyone except those involved in the job, and DJ had never quite made it clear whether Riya was a part of it. Maybe she was on her own job. Did the boss recruit girls too? It was easier for a girl to win another girl's trust, and as Riya - and then Neha - had shown, girls could be as brutal with other girls, if not more. Part of me wanted the pageant to end soon, so I could meet Riya again.
I did not realize when I drifted off to sleep. The sound of a door closing woke me up, but when I looked towards the door, it was shut the way we had closed it. Carl was dozing peacefully, his hulking figure a stark contrast to the fair figures on either side of him. Seeing him, I wanted to wrap my own arms around my girls, rewarding their submission with a comfortable night's sleep before we went on the hunt again. That's when I realized that my hands were holding nothing. The girls were gone.
It took a moment for me to register what their absence implied. As it sunk in, I leapt up. Carl continued to sleep. Fearing his anger, I tiptoed around the room looking for them. They weren't in the bathroom, and neither in the wardrobe. As I paused to consider the possibilities, I saw the blonde's eyes following me. Looking at me, she gave a sly smile.