Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: BARBARA’S BARBAROUS SATANIC EXECUTION 2
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 2
Barbara had heard of such happenings, naked girls being killed for sport, but was sure it was just fantasy storytelling to pass the time during the long evenings of the sea cruises. Now it was happening before her startled eyes. These people played hardball. Swimming into view, quite close to her window, was a man wearing scuba gear, but otherwise naked.
He had a raging erection, and one of the largest male organs she had ever seen. It was suitably accompanied by an astounding set of testicles swinging freely below it. The man was a veritable bull. He was reloading his spear gun, and she got a good look at the weapon he carried. It was powered by a large CO2 cartridge.
The spear was more than two feet long, with a vicious looking saw-tooth head. It was not a sports fishing weapon, because clearly it was intended to do considerable damage to whatever it hit as it penetrated deep. She realized it was specifically designed for woman meat.
The net-enclosed area was a natural arena, and the woman had no possibility of escape. She was a hunted animal, trapped in an underwater shooting gallery, not a competition. The surety of the fatal outcome for her made the event incredibly carnally exciting for Barbara, and she guessed any other guests observing.
Then another realization struck her: these suites with their huge windows facing this hunting area were positioned to allow the occupants who knew of the hunt to witness such violent killings of naked girls! This place was much more evil than it had at first appeared. This island was indeed reigned by Satan!
Now Barbara realized why the men had been surprised to see her come out of the water. She thought she had just caught them off-guard, but she now realized that only the two hunted women were supposed to be in the ocean here at this particular time. She had been in the wrong place at the right time!
She was amazed at her cold-blooded reaction to the plight of the two naked young woman. She might herself have been a prey of the men with the lethal spear guns, as she had been swimming out there without authorization less than fifteen minutes earlier. Again she pissed with excitement.
Had she stayed in the water she might now be dead meat, like that naked speared floater. Barbara felt a surge in her clit, arising from a stirring in her gut, something she had never before experienced, but most of this was new to her. She was finding the cunt hunt unfolding outside in the water to be sexually stimulating, in a way she could never have imagined possible.
This was really shocking. These people had total power over the women who had been brought here to amuse them, and were using that power for their own entertainment, at the cost of the women’s lives. A woman’s life, two young women’s lives, were the price they were willingly paying.
She hoped she didn’t lose control herself, and vomit in the woman’s clothes. Just then another man swam into view, also armed with a spear gun. He was equally well hung. What a fuck they would make! They were hunting their naked prey as a team, herding her into the area that gave all of the guests watching from the suites a full view of their deadly sport.
The dead woman, floating just a few feet below the surface, had been drifting toward the net, which was just thirty-five feet out from the wall. The gentle flow of the tide pulled the speared female carcass, she became tangled in the netting, and her erotic carcass hung there like a netted fish.
Her live companion suddenly attempted to swim away, and a spear was released at the naked bitch. It caught her in the leg, piercing the inner side of her right thigh just above the knee, and emerging several inches out the other side of the shapely leg. The fact it was not a kill shot was no accident. These guys were good.
They were carrying powerful spear guns, perfect for the sport they had engaged in. Obviously the host was a Satanist, approving of all Barbara was witnessing, and had likely designed this barbaric Satanic sport. His guests would all be Satanists, and enjoying this outrageous cunt-hunt from the comfort of their suites.
As the panicked nude turned in agony, a second spear was released by the other man, and it drove through one of her big breasts, with most of it emerging through the other side. Both men quickly reloaded as the woman did a dance of agony in the water, tinting the water around her with her blood.
The bitch grabbed the end of the spears, attempting futilely to remove the long projectiles. Her efforts increased the severity of her punctures. Plumes of her blood spurted from the exit and entry wounds into the water, forming translucent pink clouds around her injuries, and her delay was costly.
Although the men were taking their time, within a minute, both of the death-dealing spear guns were reloaded and pointing toward her once more. Now the men moved closer, to within fifteen feet of the beautiful trapped bitch, and she once more attempted to swim away, with nowhere to go.
The move was exactly what the men expected, opening her naked form up as a delightful target from a new interesting angle. With lyrical precision, they released, one at a time to maximize the effect for their small select audience of Satanists, glorying in this ballet of violence, another pair of the deadly spears.
The first caught the already pierced breast, which hung down as a perfect target, easy to hit at such close range. It struck the injured mammary distorting the soft flesh as it drove into and through the tender fatty meat. From the point of view of the merciless hunters and their small but enthused audience, that was what a woman’s breast was for.
The second shaft drove through her other breast, so that both of the big free-floating milk bags were pierced with the damaging shafts. Breast hits were non-lethal, but highly stimulating for the audience to see. The struck young woman threw her head back, arched her back, and rolled in exciting circles, providing excellent views of her gaping cunt and bulging anus.
Human breasts were not deigned to take piercing hits by bolts from a speargun, and the trauma to her system was such that her bowels began an unsolicited movement. Her rectum opened, and as the spectators watched with glee, she produced a two-inch-thick and ten-inch-long stool, that slowly floated to the surface.
Her large bare spear-laden breasts were facing outward, and her bent kicking legs parted further with her struggles. Barbara rubbed her exposed clit in excitement at the shocking spectacle, and watched the hunter closest to her quickly reload his spear gun for the enticing kill opportunity the woman was presenting.
He aimed the spear gun carefully, and as she came around, there was a burst of carbon dioxide bubbles, announcing the explosive launch of another projectile. The spear flew between her legs, driving up into her exposed hairless vagina, so deep that only three inches of the two-foot shaft was still in view. The jagged head had traversed her uterus and was buried deep in her internal pack of guts.
Knowing the likely damage that spear head would do, the other man shot her in the belly, just below and to the right of her navel, and the vicious head of the spear emerged out her back. Now the woman twisted and writhed in such agony that she lost her breathing apparatus.
The men reloaded their weapons as she struggled to get the errant mouthpiece back into her mouth, and they quickly released another pair of spears into her beautifully rounded buttocks. The naked young woman struggled to the surface, and had reached it before the men were able to reload with their final spears.
She pulled off the tanks, and let them sink down as she valiantly breathed fresh air into her lungs. Barbara felt herself approaching orgasm at the sight of the struggling cunt. The pretty young bitch had no hope of escape, and yet she struggled valiantly to at least keep her head above water. Every part of her was vulnerable.
Her arms and legs thrashed frantically, and her head was out of sight above the surface, but the rest of her spear-pierced body was delightfully visible to the guests viewing the totally degenerate bitch killing from the comfort of their suites. This was a perfectly programmed cunt kill. This was what Satanism was all about.
The men moved beneath their surfaced prey, and Barbara was impressed at their accuracy as they released their final spears, which flew side by side from slightly behind her up into her naked cunt, joining the shaft already in place, and the two heads emerged through her tunny, side by side, inches below her navel.
The stricken nude young woman began to slowly sink, her struggles diminishing, and a burst of bubbles emerged from her mouth. Her lungs were emptying of air, filling with water, and as she sank it became clear she had given up. When she tried to painfully fill her lungs she would suck in only sea water.
The pair of skilled spear gun sportsmen had won the exciting bitch-hunt, the only possible outcome. Barbara’s knees quivered. She was astounded at what had just unfolded. This was a blood-sports island. Beautiful young women were killed here as a form of Satanic entertainment.
Her employer and his guests, all likely Satanists, had come here to witness this kind of outrageous abuse. And some had brought small children here to suffer equally horrific sexually abusive treatment. What were the limits here? Were there any? Her head was spinning with the implications.
Not everybody was watching this event, as she had seen almost half of the rooms were vacant just before it happened. There must be far more, and possibly far worse, still planned for this weekend. Her mind raced with the possibilities. The island was quite large, as they had come around it when they had first arrived.
There might be dry land hunting as well. And what about a torture chamber? She had not had a tour of the entire building, and was not sure if there might be more, such as holding pens for the girls brought her for sports killing. Anything she could imagine was possible in an evil place like this.
Who were those girls? Where did they come from? How many of them were there here, and how many were going to be killed for sport before this weekend was over? The possibilities kept expanding in her fevered mind the more she thought about it, and none of what she thought about reassured her.
Maybe the owners of the yachts brought their human furniture ashore to become victims! She was quickly becoming undone. She had to get out of here before the owners came back. As the men left her line of view, Barbara suddenly remembered her mission the spectacle of the incredible cunt killing had interrupted.
She came out of the closet, and seeing her image in the mirror, realized that she was going to have to find a way to take the jewelry out of the room without it being visible. She had left her purse on the ship, and her skimpy costume would never do. Her internal cavities were the only answer.
She had little choice. She took the valuable necklace and earrings off, and holding the rolled flap of the bikini aside, stuffed the sharp-edged jewelry deep into her vagina. She straightened the minimal garment, then looked around the room. To put off the thought that the place had been cased, casting suspicion upon herself, she decided to trash the room.
She quickly went to work, pulling out the drawers and emptying their contents, and throwing the lamp down so that it smashed. She wanted it to look like a real break and enter. She then went into the bathroom and trashed it thoroughly, breaking the mirror for good measure.
She was so busy covering her tracks that she didn’t hear the occupants return to the room. They were both so startled at the sight of the two dead women shot through with spears floating in the water that they did not at first see Barbara.
“Fuck, we missed the action!” the man said.
As they stepped into the room, the sight of their belongings strewn over the floor grabbed their attention, and that was the moment when the wastebasket was smashed into the mirror in the bathroom. The woman screamed, and Barbara stepped out of the bathroom to see what was going on.
The man grabbed her, and held her arms painfully behind her back. The woman slapped her face, and as an afterthought, she punched Barbara’s big soft mammaries at an angle so that she scratched the bulging boobs with her diamond rings. She was incensed that an intruder had entered here suite, and was glad to take out her open hostility with her fists.
“What the fuck are you doing in our room, you bitch!” the man shouted at her.
“I heard a commotion in here, and came in to see what was going on,” Barbara said, thinking on her feet.
“Bullshit. I just heard you smash the mirror in there,” the man said.
“It was already broken,” she lied, “It was just hanging there, and when I touched it, the whole thing crashed to the floor.”
She realized that her clit was still exposed, and as the man relaxed his hold in her, she reached down and tried to pull her micro panty up to cover the top of her gorgeous sex organ, in a display of false modesty.
The rolled flap that was the top of the tiny garment was soaked through with her sexually excreted moisture from her excitement at watching the killing of the swimmer, and would not unroll to do its job as an organ cover. Barbara was openly sweating, unused to this kind of situation, one she had created herself.
“She’s nothing but a fucking lying bitch!” the woman said.
She looked around at the mess on the floor, and suddenly spotted the broken lamp. She looked up suddenly at the credenza.
“And she stole my necklace.”
Quickly her eyes darted to Barbara’s face.
“And my diamond earrings! Where the fuck are they, bitch?”
The man tightened his grip on her arm.
“I told you, I didn’t do it. I haven’t got your jewelry.”
They both looked at her nonplussed. In her micro bikini, there was no place she could have hidden them.
“She hid them here in the room, and then she’ll sneak back later to get them,” the wife guessed.
Her husband looked unconvinced.
“Let me get back to my room,” Barbara said, “I’m in the lavender room. I’ll get into some clothes, and then we can go and see the owner of this place.”
“We’ll come with you to keep an eye on you, you fucking thief!” the woman shouted.
They left the raspberry room, and as they went down the hallway, the two men with whom Barbara had spoken earlier in the curved passageway passed them.
“Hey, you got some new playmates, have you, honey?” they asked, “Going to have some fun while you watch the fight?” Noticing that she was being held firmly by the upper arm, they continued, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she said, “These people have had some trouble, and we’re trying to straighten things out.”
She wondered what they meant by fight. Was there another entertainment line up? When they entered her suite, the man finally released her arm, allowing her some freedom of movement. That didn’t much matter, because there was nowhere to go.
She had brought no underwear from the yacht, and had only her gown hanging in the closet. She left her micro bikini on, and slipped her gown on over it. Her severely bound breasts bulged delightfully in the silky gown, with its low cut that revealed her bikini-braced nipples because of the binding of her breasts.
She unbound her bikini top to further demonstrate her lack of modesty, and tied off the long orange string in a more conventional manner, releasing her breasts to assume their natural gorgeous shape framed by the open top of the thin gown. Barbara was a true cunt, and completely looked the part.
It was impossible to tie the tiny halter straps without creating an impressive cleavage, but it was all hers, not an exaggerated bosom. In addition, the orange of the bikini conflicted with the red gown, so she covered the bikini as much as possible.
The hemline was cut at floor length, but had an indiscreet split opening right up to her navel, and another in back, revealing her entire ass crack, including the shapely roll of her buttocks. It was a stunning gown, and in her open spike heeled shoes, she looked incredible.
At that moment the man looked out the window into the water and said, “Holy shit, the other act is just about ready to start. We’ve got to watch this!”
“The cunt fight?” the woman said, clearly aroused.
Now Barbara realized her guess had been correct. There was going to be a competition outside the window in the area where the two women had been speared to death. At least from what he had called it, in this event the competitors both had a chance at survival for at least one of them.
Barbara was now convinced these wealthy Satanist people were deadly serious about their entertainment, and would not let the competition end until at least one of the two contestants was dead. They would have to fight to the death, with one of them forced to kill the other, just to save her own life, and she was certain they would fight nude.
“I’ve seen some great bitch battles,” the man said with excitement, “Including a couple that were actually amazing bloody death fights, one an impromptu fight in a bar with the cunts armed with broken whisky bottles and the other an organized brawl in the temple with both of them having hunting knives, but I’ve never seen one underwater. This should be great!”
Barbara thought of bolting for the door, but realized there was nowhere she could escape to on this small island. The last thing she wanted was to become a hunted quarry, now that she saw how these people hunted! She was going to have to finesse her way out of this, and for now would just have to play it cool, being a participant in the fight audience with this couple.
She shivered with excitement as she realized this might be a fight to the death she was about to witness. She knew there were lots of fantasy stories about people fighting until one was killed, in fact it was a favorite topic of some of the other female students she took coffee breaks with at college.
They fantasized people they hated would take part, but such fantasies were just the safe outlet for the frustrations of students. Barbara had never thought such a thing would ever be possible, but the deadly cunt-hunt she had just seen told her that here on this private island everything was possible.
“I love a good fight,” she volunteered, “And women can be quite mean, even vicious with each other.”
She thought she would befriend the people she had robbed if she could get their minds off the missing jewelry. She told them about a catfight she had seen in the locker room at the college’s pool.
Two girls had organized their friends to back them with bets, and they used the catfight to get some badly needed cash for rent. They had let guys into the room just for this fight to increase the betting, and had reluctantly agreed to fight naked to ensure the guys showed up, and to get a guarantee of one hundred and fifty pounds. win or lose.
They staged their event in the women’s shower area, and fought bare handed without the protection of gloves. In the week they were organizing the fight, they set rules: no biting or gouging. Everything else was good. There were no other rules to curtail how far they would go to hurt each other.
They even decided it would be okay to keep their rings on, and when they got undressed on fight night, the students who came to watch were excited to see they both wore large rings on every finger and toe. These girls wanted every advantage they could get to make sure they hurt their opponent.
Someone had found a novelty store that sold cheap and garish engagement rings, and had provided both girls with a bag full of them. These two female students must have had a hate on that predated their current situation, because everyone could see how seriously they really wanted to hurt each other.
One of them, an auburn haired beauty, was leaner and faster than the other, and proved to be the better fighter. Her opponent, a bleached blonde, was stocky and had more power in her punches and kicks. She had also glued on long artificial fingernails on both her fingers and toes, and had sharpened them. This served to level the playing field somewhat.
The fight had been bloody and long, with only one break, after 15 minutes had drained both fighters. Their friends got more beer and a couple of shots of brandy into them, and after a three-minute break they were back at it, somewhat refreshed. The fight moved into another gear, now going far beyond what either had planned.
The biting and gouging ban was forgotten, and the girls boxed, kicked, kneed and wrestled, their skin glistening with sweat and streaks of blood from deep scratches and scrapes. Breasts, bellies and shaved cunts were deeply bruised from severe kicks and punches, and it looked like the leaner fighter popped one or two of the stocky girl’s ribs.
The auburn-haired fighter bit a piece off the top of her blonde opponent’s ear, and the wound spurted blood. The blonde girl’s reaction was to push her squarely on the tits so violently she crashed to her back. The blonde got onto her very quickly and ended the fight by driving her knee repeatedly into her foe’s head, breaking her jaw.
“Was her cunt damaged?” the woman asked.
“Both cunts were kicked, punched and kneed as often as their tits, and then when they were wrestling they got their fingers inside and gouged each other’s organs too, so that both of their cunts were bleeding pretty good, so both looked like they were menstruating.” Barbara was surprised at the question from the woman. What was this bitch into?
“How did the fight end?” the woman asked.
“The blonde got her opponent down, and after breaking her jaw and nose, pounded her fists into the side of her opponent’s head, hitting her temples with all her strength, until the auburn haired girl was unconscious. There was no referee, so she kept pounding the unconscious girl’s head for several more minutes. The crowd absolutely loved it.
“I thought she’d turned her into a vegetable, and a few years later at a reunion I heard the auburn girl was in fact brain-damaged, but after being raped a lot, she had lost the ability to say no, and she became a pretty successful call girl. That’s at least what I heard from others who seemed to know.”
She looked out into the clear water to see what the man was staring at. There was nobody in sight. Then she looked up, following his gaze, and saw reflected off the surface the inverted image of two women who were clearly standing on the deck almost directly above them.
The image showed good detail, and they could see the blonde and redhead were nude, and being held by handlers. The shapely young women were straining but were in the firm grip of the men, who suddenly pushed them forward, and they splashed into the water. Neither of them wore breathing equipment.
“This fight won’t last long,” Barbara observed, “Because in a minute they’ll have to breathe.”
“Not necessarily so,” the man said, “They have probably been force-fed oxygen for the last hour, and their blood will be rich with it. That’s why they look so pink. They’re probably good for six or seven minutes of exertion underwater.”
Barbara suddenly noticed that each woman had a small weapon. Their right fist was taped closed around a wooden dowel, out of which between their fingers came a six inch steel hook. The hooks had vicious barbs on them, just like those on a fish hook, so that when they punctured the meat of the opponent, they would also do damage when it was ripped out.
Knowing they had limited time underwater, the two combatants went at each other with vicious attacks, slashing and gouging each other on the arms, legs, buttocks and breasts. The ripped meat of the two gorgeous nudes was soon spilling blood, which was carried by the current through the nets so that the water remained clear. The battle was visible from the entire line of windows of the unusual structure.
Suddenly the redhead got her hook into the mouth of the blonde, ripping her tongue before piercing out through her cheek. The redhead jerked the hook, pulling the blonde’s head severely to the side, and the blonde reciprocated in a panic by driving her hook up through the base of the redhead’s left breast, with enough force to drive the point out through the top of the impaled mammary.
Both women got both hands on the hook they held, and gave an incredible show of jerking them up, down and sideways in violent movements designed to maximize the hurt to the other, and in this case internal damage. After a dozen jerks on her hook the redhead managed to rip the blonde’s cheek wide open to extend the mouth, extending the opening into a bizarre maw.
They were fighting in salt water, which worked to reduce their bleeding from the growing number of serious flesh wounds. The blonde focused on her efforts that paid off when she ripped open the impaled breast, splitting the redhead’s big mammary in two, releasing slender strands of fatty tissue.
The woman from whom Barbara had stolen the jewelry was now masturbating through her bikini bottom. Her breathing was alternately heavy and shallow as she watched the two fighting nudes lock their bodies together in an apparent embrace, but with their legs also involved in the squeeze and struggle.
The blonde suddenly drove her fist toward the other’s groin, and quickly got the tip of her hook into the redhead’s rectum. In retaliation, the redhead was able to reach further between the legs of the blonde, and she dug her weapon into the nude’s open cunt. This had abruptly turned into a bloody groin fight.
The blonde’s cunt took the entire hook, and with some violent pumping and jerking, the tip emerged through her lower tummy. The blonde pitched backward, revealing the bleeding exit wound, but she also fought with the hook in her fist planted in her opponent’s rectum until its tip emerged from the redhead’s cunt.
As they rolled and spun on every axis in their underwater struggle, Barbara realized how they were doing so much damage with hooks. The inner surface of the hooks was sharpened into a blade, because both were able to jerk them out of the damaged meat, ripping their opponent in the process.
The redhead’s cunt and anus were now a single opening, and the blonde’s cunt extended up nearly to her navel, revealing her internal pack of guts. As they thrashed, kicked and slashed, both of them began to ooze out sleek and slender intestine from the large and opening wounds.
In moments both fighting nude bitches had done severe damage to their opponent’s belly or groin, so that the integrity was broken, and each displayed an ample emergence of gleaming viscera, including the large intestine. This was more spectacular than Barbara had imagined possible, and she felt an orgasm coming.
With a masturbating audience watching from behind the safety of thick glass picture windows, the two gorgeous fighting bitches had effectively disemboweled each other! The redhead disengaged herself from the battle and attempted to swim toward the surface. She had apparently exhausted her blood’s supply of oxygen, and desperately needed to breathe.
The blonde came up beneath her, and grabbing trailing gut, pulled more out of her until she managed to drag the desperate redhead back down. The redhead slashed out with her hook and caught the blonde in the head, driving her hook into one eye, and the frantic blonde dug her hook into the side of the redhead’s neck.
With hard jerks the tip emerged on the other side. She used her final strength to rip out the throat of her opponent, and although the blonde was clearly the winner, she was also a loser, because within a minute had also ceased to thrash and quiver. The extremely ferocious fight had, as was likely intended, claimed them both.
The three in the raspberry red suite stood in stunned silence at the incredible violence they had just witnessed, and Barbara felt a wave of nausea that produced a couple of dry heaves, but she was able to fake a squealing orgasm, knowing that was the best thing to display to these two sadism addicts Satanists after such a show.
“That was bloody fabulous,” the woman said, and her husband agreed, his spilled semen covering his fist, with more on the floor, but his attention came back to Barbara.
“Let’s go, you thieving bitch, we need to deal with you now!” he said.
They left the room together, with Barbara in their control. Both the man and the woman had kept a close eye on her, and there had been no opportunity for Barbara to ditch the jewelry in her room.
With every step the sharp edges of the intimately hidden booty bit into the walls of her delicate cunt shaft, but she knew better than to show any sign of discomfort. That would give her away, and they would be able to retrieve, in the most painful fashion they could manage, their stolen jewelry.
They took her directly to the island’s elderly owner. He was entertaining a group of guests who were enjoying the charms of a group of naked eight-year-old nymphs, romping and posturing at poolside, displaying to advantage their most intimate charms, playing a rude game of cunnie smack.
Although she was sure they were there, these were the first small children Barbara had seen on the island, other than the girl being raped in one of the rooms. They were squealing with delight, except the one who at any time took a cruel spank of a bare hand on her naked cuntlet.
Their discomfort was temporary, and they were otherwise greatly enjoying the impudent game. Barbara knew how much little girls liked to hurt each other, and these were no different, even as they played with girls likely their friends. It was a natural instinct that would not diminish as they grew up.
“This woman’s a fucking thief!” said the victimized wife.
Her husband agreed. “I don’t know how she did it, but she was in our suite when we returned, and she made a hell of a mess of the place. My wife lost the ruby pendant you gave her for her birthday. She’s also missing the diamond earrings I gave her at the party last night.”
“Well, young lady,” said their host,” You’ve been busy, haven’t you?”
“This is all some crazy mistake,” Barbara said.
She stepped back as she spoke, and she could feel the sharp edged earrings grinding in the depths of her womb as she moved.
“I heard a commotion in their suite, and went in to see what was going on, when these people came in.”
“And where do you suppose the thief went when you entered?” the host asked her, “There is only the main door to each room. One way in, the same way out.”
“I heard the noise from my room,” she said, “He must have gone by the time I got there.”
“That might make sense if lavender were next to raspberry, if the rooms were not all totally soundproofed, as they are, but the truth is, there are six rooms in between. You have my assurance, you would hardly notice a bomb go off at that range. Even the hallways are acoustically treated to impede the movement of sound. No, I’m afraid your transparently false invention tends to implicate you.”
“What we can’t figure is; where did she hide the jewelry?” the husband said, “We searched the place, and it just isn’t there.”
Barbara was beginning to sweat, and a drop trickled from her hairline down beside her nose and settled, tickling at the corner of her lip. It was more than the tropic heat that was getting to her.
“Well,” said the elderly host, “It is certainly a hot afternoon, isn’t it, my dear.”
“I guess in the tropics its hot every day,” Barbara replied, wondering where he was going with this line.
The host turned to the wealthy land developer who had brought Barbara to the island on his yacht.
“She’s employed as a nymph, is she not?” he asked.
“A first class physical specimen,” the developer responded, “She was an impressive cunt to have aboard. I’m embarrassed she also turned out to be a thief.”
“Well, let us see. Why don’t you step out of that lovely gown, my dear, and go for a swim? It may not help us, but it should cool you down.”
Barbara was far too smart to hesitate at the suggestion. She stepped out of her gown, and slid out of her heels.
“You won’t want to get that lovely gold-trimmed swim suit wet, will you, my child?” the elderly host asked.
Without hesitation, she untied the strings, releasing her erect nipples and the delicate hairless lips of her delightful vagina, placing her most intimate charms in full view.
The other women were impressed with the perfection of her form, and now they saw that her incredible sexuality was complete as she stood, naked in her spiked heels. She kicked them off, and then gracefully dove into the large fresh water swimming pool, and effortlessly swam its length.
When she reached the end she did a credible racing turn, and smoothly stroked back to the end where the guests were gathered.
The gleaming water streamed along her sleek sides, and rolled effortlessly over her smooth tight buttocks. She was, as her own host had said, an extraordinary physical specimen. She was enjoying herself, and she rolled onto her back and swam two more lengths of the pool.
The water parted over her large breasts as she cut through it steadily, and she left an even curling wake. Her lean legs kicked powerfully, and she left small geysers with each kick of her feet. The naked Barbara was a magnificent sight to behold, leaving the other women envious.
When she had returned to the end where she had begun, she gracefully climbed out of the pool, the water running off her gorgeous body as if she were waxed, leaving her coated in pearls of standing droplets over the sheen of moisture that covered her beautiful nakedness.
She walked over to the elderly owner of the island and struck a defiant pose, with one hand on her thrust hip. As she did so, she felt a gentle movement against the dangling inner lips of her vagina, and her heart stopped. The exercise had done its work perfectly, as the elderly owner of the island knew it would.
. . . . to be continued in Part 3