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Hell in Paradise

Chapter 4 Hot and Cold

Chapter 4: Hot and Cold

Mary, Barbara and Robert went to Robert's study. Robert poured drinks and they all sat down. Barbara was feeling happy and excited, the screams of the girl still echoing in her ears. Mary looked at her. "Well, congratulations! Your first torture session, and you did beautifully. You loved it, didn't you?"

Barbara took a sip of whisky, smiled and stretched her nude body. "God, yes! Every second of it! I am only sorry that I suggested tearing her to pieces, it was so erotic but too fast!"

"Don't you worry. You have the rest of the week to stay with us, and I promise some sexy fun every single day. You can think of any fantasy you ever had, and we can make them all come true."

"And you can be as cruel as you wish." Mary added. "I am really looking forward to seeing what your imagination comes up with. Like you, I have a streak of violence and sometimes I get so hot that I slash and hit and kill them too quickly. Debbie and Susan are different, Debbie especially….. I think she is the most deliciously cruel person I know."

"I remember her first torture of a human, when she was just six….. we had taken this little boy about her age and we gave him to her for her birthday." Robert lit a cigar. "She kept him alive the whole day, he screamed and screamed. You will see for yourself what she is capable of. She is marvellous!"

"Tomorrow" Mary interjected "we can go hunting all together. I would like to catch a whole family and bring them back to our land, and have fun with them outdoors."

Hunting….. a memory flashed in Barbara's mind, herself and her boyfriend, both naked, kneeling down to inspect a fox cub caught in their trap. Her nipples hardened and she smiled at the memory….. skinning it alive had been fun, even if the pelt was so damaged to be useless.

"And then, before the end of the week" Robert said "we can get hold of that damn village. The inhabitants are down to sixty or fewer, we can gather our friends and have a full day and enjoy ourselves for real."

"You see, Barbara" Mary turned to her "when we have just one victim, like today, it is never possible to really let go. If you do it slow, you can't satisfy your violent instincts. If you are too violent, you kill too soon. But in that village, each one of us will have four or five to play with….. we can lynch some, torture some for hours, burn some alive…. All the fun that we want."

"And all your friends are safe. I mean, no risk of any of this being known outside your circle?"

"No risk whatsoever. All people involved are from here, we know them well, we know what they have done and they know what we have done, and the police and politicians are part of the game too. We all have too much to lose, everyone will be careful there is evidence too, taken regularly, and everyone knows. No outsiders, I mean, nobody could come to my land and house without being spotted. We have great security in place. Nobody can get in."

"And no chance that someone will turn born again Christian or something like that? I am sorry I am playing the devil's advocate, Robert" she said apologetically "but for my personal safety and for my bank, I like to be sure that this is really secure. It sounds like it is, and of course you had no instances of someone spilling the beans in the past?"

"One instance, I mean not one instance." Robert smiled. "Everything has been running smoothly for years, no leaks – even with those stupid Greens and religious freaks trying to protect natives' rights. Your bank would be proud of us all."

"Good." Barbara smiled and ran her fingers along her body, on her breasts and down to her stomach and pussy. "Jesus, this is so incredible, my dreams coming true. I can hardly believe it."

"Think about what you will do tomorrow." Mary stood up and crossed to the sofa, sitting next to Barbara. "Think about catching a young family…. father, mother, two young kids. The mother maybe pregnant." She caressed Barbara's thigh. "The things you will be able to do, and with all of them watching."

Robert stood up too, and went to sit on the floor next to Barbara. He took her feet in his hands and started caressing them. "A young pregnant woman. Debbie will be giving her a lot of attention…. and Susan will want to play with one of the young kids. Making sure his mother can see what she is doing."

Barbara was feeling more and more aroused. Her hands moved to Mary and Robert, touching and teasing. She opened her legs a little. "I want to hold her. You and me, Mary, one holding an arm and one the other. Keep her standing while Debbie and Susan torture her. No ties, I want to feel her struggle and I want to see her thrash about with her legs free."

Mary's voice was husky, her fingers were twisting Barbara's nipples. "To pull her nails out one by one. To break her fingers as we did today."

Robert knelt between Barbara's leg, teasing her entrance with his cock. "While you do her I will do her youngest kid…. I hope it will be a girl. Rape her, pull her legs apart and break her."

"Drive a piece of wire up her cunt and kill the fetus."

"Punch and kick her belly until she miscarries."

"Burn her clit and her labia"

Hands, feet, breasts, vagina, she was on fire. Words came out brokenly, with effort. "Impale her on a stick. Crucify her, drive nails through her hands and feet."

"Burn her here and there."

"Pull her eyes out."

"Masturbate the father and impale the kids on his cock."

A blur of bodies, hands, cock, lips, fire. Skin, smells, sweat. She felt her climax explode. Before her mind went blank, she saw her hand pulling the woman's labia, ripping her cunt apart.

They stood up, bodies glistening, breathing raggedly. Barbara could hardly stand. Robert spoke softly. "Wake up at six. We are hunting tomorrow."

Mary led her to her room. She collapsed on the bed, naked, covered in sweat and body juices. She had never felt so alive.

A few hours later she was in the shower. She had slept very well, and was ready for today's fun. Her mind wandered. She went again through the previous day, her mind lingering on images and sounds. But the magic of the previous evening was less strong, and her mind was picking up smaller things. Two words came back again, and she felt uneasy.

"One instance. I mean not one instance."

She had felt it then and could feel it now, the change of tone. And then there was something else, that she couldn't quite put her finger on. She rinsed herself and stopped her shower. "Warm already outside" she thought. Then she remembered.

No outsiders. Great security. Nobody can get in.

"I am an outsider" she thought. And then, awkwardly, her husband's voice flashed into her mind: "A place where nobody can get in is a place where nobody can get out."

Keith was a military historian and he had been talking about…. she wasn't sure. Some place where special forces had to go in for some reason. She had forgotten all details, but the remark had for some reason lingered on. And Keith knew what he was talking about.

She towelled herself dry, thinking. Email, it would make sense to email Keith and tell him she was all right. She opened her laptop and switched it on. After a short time, she was asked for her password. She logged on. Not surprisingly for this kind of house, a wireless broadband connection was available. She opened a new message and wrote quickly.

"Hi darling! I am doing fine, looking at how my firm's money is being invested in this farming estate. It is truly impressive, very advanced and the people are just marvellous.

I am the guest of the owner and his family, very nice people with two sweet children. I will go on an extended tour today, tomorrow I will just rest, then some meetings with their accountants and their tax advisors. I will be back for the weekend as planned: I am so looking forward to watching Shakespeare on Sunday at the Barbican!

I have to run now. Have a great day, well Ii guess afternoon by now. Love, see you soon.

Barbara"

She clicked sent, then switched off. She wore her sandals and left the room.

"Last night was great." Robert was shaving, watching in the mirror as his wife was towelling herself after her shower. "Barbara is a very sensual woman, and cruel too. I am glad I invited her."

"She is very intelligent too, I am sure." Mary's tone was slightly impersonal. Robert looked at her in the mirror.

"Yes, I guess so. Dumb people don't get into that kind of job."

"You had a tiny slip of the tongue, but I am sure she didn't get it." Mary lifted her left foot, inspecting her toenails.

"I am sure she didn't. And don't forget – even if she did…. what's the problem? She has as much to lose as we or anyone else, now. The cameras were there and were not hidden, I am sure she saw them. I even talked about evidence. She is smart, she likes this and she knows. And she is enjoying herself a lot."

"True. But we and the others are here, and she will be a long way off in a few days' time. Calmer and cooler and out of reach."

"Calmer and cooler is good: her brain will keep her mouth shut. And what is this about out of reach? There is no danger, I tell you. This one is no Roseanne."

"She isn't. She is much smarter."

"Look." He rinsed his face, towelled it dry. "I can see you think I made a mistake in inviting her. OK, maybe I shouldn't have. But there is no risk here."

"Has she emailed or phoned anyone?"

"Let me check." He walked to a laptop, switched it on, keyed in a code. "Let me see the server. Yes, an email to her husband. Look!"

Mary walked close and read it. "Sounds all right. And we are sure that there is some Shakespeare at the Barbican on Sunday?"

Robert laughed. "You are very much in a cloak-and-dagger mood this morning. Let me check." A short pause. "Yes! See? Hamlet! At 2.30 pm."

"To be or not to be" Mary mused. Robert looked at her. He said nothing. Mary shrugged. "One can have fantasies, no? I was wondering ho sweet it would be to see her crucified… begging for mercy. Just a fantasy."

"You must be joking. Her bank knows she is here, her husband knows she is here. Look. This is a no-no. No way."

"You like her a lot."

Robert slapped the table in frustration. "For Christ's sake! Let's have breakfast now."

"Robert." Mary placed a hand on his arm. "Don't worry, I know how to behave and I trust you. But we all need a devil nearby, or at least a devil's advocate. OK? As far as I am concerned, everything is fine."

He smiled, she smiled back. They left the room.

In England, Keith was smoking his pipe and reading. He glanced at the clock and decided to check his email. His wife's message was third on the list. He read it and then looked out of the window. "Shakespeare" he thought. Shakespeare.


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