BARBARA’S BARBAROUS SATANIC EXECUTION 1

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: BARBARA’S BARBAROUS SATANIC EXECUTION 1

Published: 06.07.2023

Synopsis: Barbara finds herself out of her depth!

Disclaimer: the characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.

Barbara’s Barbarous Satanic Execution 1

These rich people she’d connected with so successfully were true high rollers. She had been able to penetrate the closed world of the wealthy through her volunteer work, freely donating her time to work on fundraising committees of the ladies’ auxiliary to the Symphony Society, the Opera and the Ballet.

Barbara was gorgeous, knew how to dress to make the most of her beauty, and fit in very well with the rich bitches. It was an honor to be invited to work on the planning of lavish social functions, and soon Barbara’s remarkable beauty, outstanding figure and ability to organize events got her invited on gambling weekends to Europe and week-long yacht cruises through the Caribbean.

She was in far over her head, because although she had earned a Masters Degree in the history of English literature, she had not yet found employment, as there was little demand for English History majors in the financial or hospitality industries. She was glad for the opportunity to mix with the wealthy people of good families.

Barbara knew she was only furniture for them, but was at least with them, and as a party girl with a voluptuous figure, one of several girls who served only as luscious decoration for their yacht, she was in a position to be seen by eligible young men, so that she could marry into the money which was so much in evidence.

It was quite by accident that she learned her hosts were Satanists. One hot afternoon she slipped below decks to get some protective sunscreen gel when she came across a pair of men, both naked except for full head black hoods with horns, and between them was an equally naked and screaming seven-year-old girl, jammed on their raging cocks as they fucked both her nether portals.

Also in the cabin were their wives, wearing nothing under red and black robes, masturbating with crucifixes and loudly chanting blasphemous phrases in honor of their Lord Satan! Barbara was dumbfounded, and thankfully the four were so absorbed in their celebration of lust that then didn’t see her appear, and she was gone as quickly as she could move, undiscovered.

She had no idea this child was aboard, and wondered if there might be others. This was so bizarre! The yacht was big enough, and she had seen nothing of its capacity, with no idea of how many cabins there were aboard. As far as she knew, they could be hiding a dozen or more kids aboard.

She said nothing of the obscenity she had seen, although from then onward she noticed the jewelry, trinkets and ornaments passengers wore were all related to Satanism. As far as she was concerned, the kid probably had it coming, as at seven little girls were totally clueless, and had everything to learn. It was none of her business, she was just a hired cunt.

At poolside and on yacht cruises her role was to wear a very revealing bikini that hid little of her remarkable breasts, with a tiny G-string bottom that not only created a substantial camel toe of her pubic mound, but was of material that revealed the inner lips and open entrance to her fleshy love tube, announcing to whoever had the pleasure to cast eyes on her that she was a cunt.

The men loved to party all night, and their permissive wives let the hired party girls frolic with the boys, stroking and sucking on their penises, and regularly gathering full loads of spurting semen in their vaginas, colons, deep in their throats, or splashed directly onto their faces.

Barbara was regularly treated like a cunt, and usually felt like one, but the money was good and there was never any work to do. To hell with them if they were Satanists, fuck them, it was no skin off her nose. Satanist semen was the same as any, regardless. They could believe and do whatever they wanted, as long as it didn’t affect her directly.

It was on one of these extended cruises that she was taken ashore on an island that was privately owned, and harbored a number of incredible yachts. Usually they left the human furniture, the cunts employed to lounge and frolic topless or naked around the decks and yacht’s pool, to remain on the ship whenever they put ashore.

Clearly they were intending the girls to serve as decoration ashore as well. The party she was with was going to remain ashore at least overnight, and perhaps for a few days. She and the three other party girls from her ship, the 4 cunts, were told to bring only the spike heeled shoes and dental floss bikinis they wore which covered nothing, and to expect an exciting time.

Barbara was stunned at the opulence in the mansion as soon as they entered. From the shoreline it looked much like many of the other mansions on private islands in the area, but this one was, to say the least, deceptive. It was excessively luxurious in every regard. This was indeed a palace.

In front was a fountain, and in the center a statue that took her breath away. It was of a monster, like a human but with the head of a goat with bigger horns than usual, and with hooves rather than feet, but it had hands, and one was gripping its monster penis, as if masturbating, while leering at arriving guests. It appeared that all of the people here were Satanists.

Although it appeared from the outside to be a large bungalow built into the side of the hill, inside the main brass-covered doors was a large balcony, and from the edge, protected by rosewood railings, was a view down onto several levels. The first level down was the great hall, and had a twenty-foot ceiling, with another human/goat statue featured.

One of the levels, three down, was occupied by many others, who were enjoying drinks, and Barbara and her cruise-mates made their way down a large marble spiral staircase to join them. As they passed the great hall level, Barbara noticed a large polished marble slab the size of a coffee table.

The top of the marble table was highly polished. On it lay a single object the table had been built to feature, one that commanded her full attention: it was a great broadsword, with a huge handle to be grasped by two hands, and a gleaming double-edged blade that was at least four feet long. The handle was a large phallus.

The land developer she had come with told her it was a ceremonial sword, used only for very special events. It was rumored that it had originally been used for executions, and now, he said, its purpose was the same, as the sole dispenser of justice on this private island. Here the owner, their host, was the sole judge of transgressions!

Barbara shivered at the images invoked by the imposing weapon, particularly with that story, but she grinned when she saw her employer was trying to scare the girls. He loved intrigue, and made everything seem to be significant. He was a real kidder, and she liked that about him. Everything he said was interesting. She guessed even Satanists had to have a sense of humor.

They were greeted as they reached the gathering, and Barbara was introduced to the elderly owner of the island and his seventeen-year-old wife. The naked girl had spectacular breasts, and her cunt contained an internal expansion ring that held it open and inviting. Barbara decided she’d have to get herself one of those.

The elderly man, possibly ninety, and his naked teen wife in her spike heels were very gracious, as she found most of the very wealthy people she met were. They extended the hospitality of the palace to them, and the party she was in took full advantage of it. Their quarters were as exciting as any she had seen.

She had a large bedroom suite to herself, with gold fixtures and a lavish marble whirlpool bath sunk into the floor near one corner. The entire room was done in lavender, and the door had been lavender. Each door was a different color, so she expected each suite had its own matching color scheme.

The bedroom level was several floors down, so she did not expect a view. Nor did she expect what she found. There was a large plate glass window on one wall, looking out into the clear blue undersea waters of the ocean. There was a myriad of exotic fish, with a bright sand floor that sloped gently away from the base of the window, giving the impression she was looking into a large aquarium.

As she watched in fascination, three gorgeous women wearing scuba gear, fins and nothing else swam by. Like hers, their vaginas were shaved as clean as the little cuntlet on a baby, and they all sported large pendular breasts as they swam. They smiled and waved at her, and she self consciously waved back.

They looked incredibly sexy in their abundant, effusive nudity. She was surprised that there were no curtains on the windows to afford privacy, but she also realized that only the guests of the owner were likely to be swimming by. The island was private, but guests were not afforded the luxury of privacy.

One of the sports Barbara had come to enjoy quickly was skinny dipping in the warm waters on these cruises. She had soon come to realize that part of the reason for the invitations was her terrific looks. They had hired her because she had no sense of modesty, and felt quite happy to display herself in her entirety.

She felt that displaying all of her ample charms was a small price to pay to be allowed to enjoy the pleasures of the luxury voyages on the large private yachts. When she was naked with a group of other girls, she felt only a little modesty, which she did not allow to interfere with her enjoyment of the times she had.

On her first cruise, Barbara had been given a very expensive and very minuscule bikini as a gift, and had worn it regularly on deck. The other girls had similar costumes, and they referred to them as their dental floss bikinis. Hers barely covered her vagina, and the material was so narrow both of her lower portals were on display, regardless.

These bikinis were all different, but covered little. There was nothing but string that crossed her vagina and rectum, leaving both fully revealed. That was the whole point of their employment. These bikinis were the only thing that resembled clothing the girls were permitted to bring aboard ship.

Once the display girls became accustomed to being seen naked by the captain’s guests, they mainly used the beautiful if minuscule bikinis only when they were in port. There was no need to cover themselves in the tropical climate the ships sailed in, and the girls enjoyed watching the men’s penises rise in their bikini bottoms, if they wore them, while they watched the girls cavort.

Barbara’s second bikini was an orange string bikini, with gold strands liberally woven through the soft cord. As tiny as it was, she believed the yacht owner’s wife when she said casually it had cost one-thousand-five-hundred dollars. Barbara was certain by its weight the thin strands of gold were real. She always took it off before diving into the yacht’s swimming pool.

She was very careful to keep her buttocks pressed together when she was on deck, because the string held a tiny oval patch in place that was just large enough to hide only the inner opening of her vagina, leaving her smooth hairless pubic mound completely exposed, as well as most of her fleshy cunt lips, which like everything below the hood of her clit were also shaved clean.

The string that went between her legs crossed her anus without covering that secret portal, so that bending forward would give anyone behind her more than a glimpse at her rectal starfish. If it should open, they could see inside. Keeping her buns squeezed enhanced her beauty, made her cunt pout, and drew stares from whoever was near her. She was highly qualified for her job.

The tiny top of the orange bikini consisted of a pair of patches that were identical in size to the pussy patch, that would have covered her nipples and little else, had they not had holes in them to admit her nipples to stand out through them. The elasticized string wrapped her body, emphasizing her curves.

This extended string was long enough to tie in novel ways. She had learned to put the costume to its best use, and preferred to tie the string around her large breasts, bulging them obscenely and delighting viewers. It was the latest fashion among the jet set, and she was pushing to become firmly entrenched in that elite group.

The string bikini did so little that when the captain’s wife suggested on the third day that it was leaving pale lines on her tan, she took the hint and abandoned the minimal garment, to became a full-fledged sea nymph, frolicking naked with three others, all of them with large breasts and cleanly shaved pussies.

The only expectation of them was that they would lounge on the decks, at the pool and when at anchor, swim nude in the sea for the amusement of the wealthy yacht owner and his guests.

Barbara was given marvelous clothes to wear for their visits ashore in exotic ports, and when on shore they ate in the best hotels and restaurants. Returning to the ship, she was required to return the clothing, but that was because they dry-cleaned them on board, and always had them fresh for whenever she had shore leave.

She felt like she was treated like the lady she was, and enjoyed the trips enormously. Cavorting naked on the decks and in the water like a nymph under the tropical sun was her idea of pure pleasure, and the days passed much too quickly. Her problems were related to the times between the frequent sea cruises.

Barbara had no real income, and her meager resources were being quickly eaten up by paying rent and buying the clothes that let her appear to belong to the circles in which she was moving. Nude human decorations were paid only five hundred a day; her tastes and extensive spending meant she required two thousand a day.

To manage this, it was necessary she supplement her income substantially. Augmenting what she had available to spend was an ongoing challenge, one she met with an innovative approach. The truth was her only significant income was what she could get from her one vice. Barbara was an incorrigible thief.

As she watched through her underwater window the lovely naked nymphs swimming away in the crystal-clear water, Barbara saw they had a view into all of the guest rooms, which she quickly realized presented a unique opportunity. She decided to become a volunteer nymph, and to swim nude outside the suites.

Her objective was to see if there was an easy way to pay next month’s rent. She had worn her orange string bikini ashore, which attracted immediate attention. Since all of the swimmers were nude, she would be less conspicuous without the bright color of her bikini distinguishing her.

She had only brought a garment bag with a tooth brush, and a gorgeous red gown and white open topped heels for the evening. The gown was designed for private parties, as it fully revealed her incredible breasts with her rouged ring-pierced nipples. The slits up the long skirt were in front and behind rather than on the sides, so her vagina and buttocks crease were on constant display.

This was going to be a profitable visit if she could arrange it. She took a large bath towel from the closet, and wearing only her open heels, found the elevator, and went up to beach level. An employee showed her the way to the beach entrance, and as she went out onto the patio she saw the three nude girls she had seen swimming now coming up the beach.

She joined them as they took off their scuba gear at the equipment shed. She slipped out of her heels, setting them out neatly on a wooden bench. She found a mask and flippers a freshly charged set of scuba tanks, and asked one of the others to help her into it. The girl helped her to strap on her tanks, and showed her how to breathe and use the equipment safely.

Barbara accepted the information, although she had taken lessons at college, and had earned proficiency badges for her developed skills. She was not going deep, since she had no ‘buddy’, so she would always be able to surface in case of equipment failure. She also didn’t want them to know she knew what she was doing.

As the girls suggested, she spread saliva on the inner surface of the underwater mask to keep them from fogging up in the water, and adjusted the flippers so that would provide good propulsion. She loved being naked like a mermaid, with her beautiful legs, rounded buttocks and puffy pubic mound with its open slit fully displayed.

Because she was not going deep, her tanks would provide her with sufficient ballast. The other three nude women watched her wade into the water and submerse, then went into the palace, distracted by their own agendas. She was sure they would hardly remember seeing her, and would not be able to identify her because of the mask and breathing apparatus covering her lower face.

Barbara found the breathing apparatus awkward at first, as it was different from what she had used in college, but she quickly got used to the regime of breathing through the unfamiliar mouthpiece, and was soon swimming smoothly and comfortably underwater like a professional.

She moved downward and to the right, and soon saw the wall of the building with the large thick glass picture windows. The rooms were well lighted, and some of them were occupied. She made a show of sensuous movement in the water, and she smiled and waved to those who watched her, being careful to flash her cunt at anyone who might care.

As she had expected, she could see into the suites clearly, and each had its own color scheme. She would have no difficulty locating the suite or suites she targeted. Their similar open layout made observation and casing them a simple task. Of those that were occupied, the guests seemed to expect to see a naked woman swimming by. Most paid her little attention.

She was embarrassed as she came across a pair of lovers in the green room, engaged in intercourse naked on the carpet. What embarrassed her was that the man was raping an unwilling girl in her early teens by sodomizing her, stuffing her tight anus with his large thrusting organ in a power fuck.

She was a small girl with firm if tiny budding breasts, and as she got a better look, Barbara guessed her to be no more than eleven or twelve-years-old, not yet a teen, but eminently fuckable. Although the man grinned at the woman swimming naked outside his room, showing his satisfaction in occupying the tight little rectum, the girl appeared to be horrified and humiliated at being seen in the debasing act of being raped.

The man slapped her face and titties hard with his open hands, clearly hurting her, and just as clearly enjoying it. Barbara had never seen a man practicing violent sex before, let alone raping a little girl, and had wondered what could possibly be the attraction in violating another person’s sense of self-worth with forced ferocious sex.

Now she knew. The man held the girl’s head up by her hair, and had total control of her as he had his way with her, drawing pleasure from the pumping of his penis rapidly into the tight grip of her anus. It was about power, and Barbara found the concept and its competent execution exciting.

This guy had the little bitch exactly where he wanted her, and didn’t mind anyone seeing how he mastered her. According to the code of this private island with its owner-master, he was doing nothing wrong in enjoying the pleasures of copulation with the youngster. She guessed that was a Satanist thing.

Barbara realized that with the owner of the island being the only law here, this guy could not be charged with doing anything criminal, even raping a little girl, unless the owner wished it, and it was unlikely he would. After all, the man was one of his guests, not the guest of a guest as Barbara was.

He could pretty well do whatever he liked, and was doing just that. Although she had known this would be the case, the reality of it really sank is as she watched the man brutalizing the naked young girl as he humped his large penis deep into the pretty child’s tight little bum.

It turned out that sexually mastering a child in this fashion was an acceptable behavior on this private island, because the man had no privacy. At least from people swimming by his thick glass window. In the very next room, which was done in raspberry red, she saw what she was looking for.

This was going to be incredibly easy to pull off, and nobody would be the wiser. This completely open lack of privacy would serve her well. Draped sloppily over the credenza lamp was a stunning necklace. It consisted of a large pendant ruby held in an elegant gold clasp in a thin gold chain.

The ruby was set with a ring of sparkling diamonds. She guessed it could be worth more than ten thousand dollars, and maybe much more, which meant she could probably get at the very least a couple of thousand for it. This was the kind of hit that made her secret hobby so worthwhile.

As she was casing the suite from her unique position, a man and woman entered, and waved to her. She pretended to be watching the fish, casually waved back, and kept an eye on them as they changed their clothes, and readied for a swim. This involved simply removing their minimal clothing.

The woman took off her heavy diamond earrings, which were remarkable, probably worth a couple of thousand apiece. The island was so secure, and the atmosphere so relaxed, that Barbara hoped they would leave the door unlocked. Even if they didn’t, the mechanism of the lock was very simple.

In places so secure, locks were designed only to signal the wish for privacy to chamber maids. This was going to be ridiculously simple. All she would have to do was go to the raspberry red door, enter, pick up the jewelry and exit. Those fabulous jewels waiting in the room were as good as hers.

As she swam back, two other naked sea nymphs swam by her, and she gave them a friendly smile. She estimated they would be well past the raspberry room before she got there. These girls were not smiling, but seemed to be in a hurry. It almost appeared that they were in a panic.

That was curious. What was there around her to cause such apparent fear? As she neared the beach, she noticed that a large net had been extended around the area. It was huge, and kept the swimmers from roaming more than fifty feet from the vertical wall of the island and the mansion.

That net hadn’t been there earlier. A shiver ran up her spine as she realized the substantial net was probably there to protect swimmers from poisonous jelly fish, or worse, sharks. Thankfully it was there to protect her while she was in the water. She was not armed, and unable to protect herself from marine predators.

These were likely dangerous waters, particularly in close against the island. It was the clarity of the water, allowing comparatively long-distance visibility, that gave her the sense of safety. As she surfaced and stood up in the shallow water, two naked men in scuba equipment waded in.

They were clearly sexually aroused, sporting fully erect penises. Both of them carried spear guns, and looked at her with what she thought was surprise. She had told nobody she was going for a swim, and they probably thought the water was clear. They wouldn’t want there to be an accident, she thought.

She was going to mention the other two women she had seen moments before, but the men were under water before she could do so. She removed her fins and mask as she stepped out of the water, slipped off the scuba gear, and set the borrowed equipment in place in the shed where she had found it.

She was careful to place the tanks in the special bin marked for recharging. She toweled herself thoroughly, and put on the skimpy bikini and her sexy heels. She was confident that in this spectacular costume, she would be seen only as a fluffy sex object, not as a threat to the security of the place.

To ensure the effect, she retied the top string, binding her big breasts tightly together so that they bulged enormously, with the erect nipples bulging through the garment’s holes and now no more than four inches apart. She also rolled the oval patch that covered her vagina into a thin tube.

She then slid the whole arrangement downward, so that her clit and the fleshy hood that covered it stood out above the inadequate sex organ cover. The inner lips of her vagina spread around the rolled material, embracing rather than being covered by it. She was ready.

Anyone who saw her would think of her only as another dumb blonde, not a potential thief. She shook her head, fluffing her long blonde hair, then used her sexiest walk in the striking heels to make her luscious tanned figure in the outrageously inadequate bikini work to its full advantage.

There were more horny men here on this island than in a hotel during a Shrine convention, and she wanted to firmly establish her image as a flaky bimbo. That would be a much better disguise than anonymity. She knew she was far too striking in appearance to go anywhere unobserved.

As she walked down the corridor of the accommodation floor, she passed a pair of men wearing very skimpy bikinis. As they approached her, she saw their penises rise in the hammock shaped thin garments. They turned and whistled as she accentuated her sexy walk for their benefit.

She also turned, pumping and grinding her hips for them, with her erect clit exposed over the top of the tiny bikini panty. On impulse she also spurted out a spritz of urine, guaranteeing the men would see only the impudent act by her cunt, and not look up at her face, by which they could identify her.

“Want to join us in our room for a little recreation, beautiful?” one of them asked.

“Oh God, if I could,” she said, watching their crotches rather than their faces.

Their penises reached up above the slim belt of their bikini bottoms, revealing their urethra and the gleaming goo that emerged. She kept her hips moving, rotating and thrusting sensuously, spurting tiny jets of pee to make sure they were watching her body, not her face.

She flicked her clit with an impertinent finger, then slid another finger in beside the covering patch and thrust the finger into herself.

“What are you guys doing in an hour? I’ll need you to provide me with something larger and stiffer to stuff me! You can grow those dicks bigger, can’t you?”

“We’re going to be in the yellow suite, having drinks,” one of them said eagerly, his eyes riveted to her invading finger, “Drop in for some fun. We can give that finger some company!”

“I will,” she promised, “After I freshen up. I’ve messed my bikini!”

The flared heads of the men’s rigid penises were now poking up well over the top of their bikinis. The tiny excuses for bikini bottoms were insufficient to contain even a moderate erection. That was the intent of their design.

Barbara was satisfied to see the glimmer of pre-ejaculation fluid on the exposed heads of both of the swollen dongs. The boys were in heat. She turned and moved on along the curved corridor, pumping her marvelous tight round ass cheeks for the benefit of these gorgeous studs.

She knew they were still staring and drooling at her remarkable form, anticipating experiencing the delights of her fantastic body. As she passed the green room, she heard the muffled moans and whimpering of the gorgeous petite preteen girl being raped, punctuated by sharp shrieks and dull thumps as her brutal ravishment continued.

Barbara imagined the naked rapist must be beating her now, but preferred to exercise her imagination rather than watch something so crude and harsh. As she had hoped, the raspberry door was not locked. She opened it carefully, and was relieved to find the occupants were gone.

She checked the plate glass window with the incredible underwater view of the sparkling ocean. The two female swimmers were nowhere in sight, but the big protective net was still in place. The men she had seen entering the water would not be able to make it this far along yet.

She entered the suite and pulled the door closed behind her. The jewelry was exactly where she had seen it placed. She moved over to the credenza and picked up the necklace. As she had thought, it was incredible. She put it on, and looked at herself in the mirror.

The large pendant stone dangled between her large breasts like it belonged there. She removed her own small diamond earrings and put on the pair the woman had left on the credenza. They looked gorgeous on her. They were made for her. She would have difficulty parting with them.

Suddenly in the mirror image she saw one of the nymph scuba divers approaching. Quickly Barbara moved to the open closet, and slid behind the hanging clothes. Her position gave her a view of the window while remaining hidden, but her being in the room would be of no consequence to the diver.

The naked woman had come to a halt, about twenty feet out from the underwater wall of the building. She appeared to be frantic, looking anxiously over her shoulder as if a shark or barracuda had found its way into the protected area. Barbara had guessed right, they women were in a panic.

The woman in her view had a look of absolute horror on her face, and suddenly Barbara saw why. Floating near the surface, face down, was the swimmer’s companion. The unfortunate bitch’s legs and arms were akimbo, floating with the movement of the overhead rolling waves. She was dead.

Barbara saw large transparent pink clouds of blood spreading from the naked carcass of the female swimmer. Sticking out of her breast and belly were a pair of steel spears, the kind she had seen used by men on her ship with spear guns, which they used for killing large fish.

These were the kind of spears the two men she had seen entering the water carried in their quivers. With a chill, Barbara suddenly realized the reason for the net. It was not to protect but to contain the women, so that they could be viciously hunted within view of the windows.

Those guys were fucking killers! Satanic beasts! This was a blood sports event! The ladies were prey! She pissed with a thrilling burst of excitement.

. . . to be continued in part 2