- Sam Darquesied
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My apartment was so clean you could eat off the toilet seat! It had never been that pristine since...well ever. Sam Darquesied was visiting me! This was like a visit from the Prime Minister...no...hell, it was way better than the Prime Minister. And, he was asking me to help with a scenario, a big two day scenario for eight girls! It was something they've never done and I'd been asked to help come up with ideas, setup, and the actual implementation. I was so proud that he thought to ask me; that he would trust me that much. I was so excited I couldn't sit; I just kept pacing and looking out the window.
The day before, Sam had spent a lot of time with me on the phone explaining what he was thinking of and who was involved and, most interesting, how it all came up in the first place. Apparently Alyssa had told him that some of the girls had expressed a desire for more intense sessions...
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"More intense??? The last time somebody wanted more intense I ended up beating her half to death with a bullwhip! I tell you Al, I'm beginning to hate the word 'intense' and, if I hear the words 'bull' and 'whip' in the same sentence...well...I can't be held responsible."
An exasperated Alyssa said, "Tommy! For crying out loud! Enough about Kristel! You know that's not what I'm talking about!"
Tommy (Sam) sighed and didn't answer right away. He knew she was right and that she didn't mean the bullwhip. It had just been hard to shake the image of Kristel hanging there; her body striped with welts that he had created. Finally he said, "I'm sorry, Al, I know that's not what you mean...it's still on my mind a lot, that's all. So, what do you mean?"
A sympathetic Alyssa answered, "I know it's been bugging you, but you have to remember what you tell the girls, especially the newer ones; 'intensity' means different things to different people. And nobody, not even Kristel, wants to have anything to do with that whip....Remember Isabella's fantasy?"
"The one from her interview?" he said, "Uh...oh yeah...the pirate thing. Everyone else does it in, like two paragraphs, but hers is a freaking novel! Now that was pretty intense!"
Alyssa sat up and said, "Exactly! Remind me what she wrote...you know, just briefly."
He thought for a moment then said, "Uh...she had tons of detail but, let's see...she's a stowaway on a pirate ship but she gets caught and the captain first has her bent over, spread, and tied to the railing then he tells the crew that she's their reward for working hard. So when a crewman gets his job done he can go over and bang her any place he wants. Oh...and then the captain has her hung upside down and spread-eagled and whips the crap out of her then sticks her on the end of a rope and drags her for hours in the salt water! And that was only page one!"
Alyssa looked him in the eye and asked, "Do you think she'd actually want that to happen to her?"
"No! Of course not."
Alyssa leans closer to him and said, "Wrong! She would love for that to happen to her. Just like in her fantasy. And, just like in her dream, when it is over, she wants it to be over."
A very puzzled Tommy said, "Okay...remembering that I am a guy and have never once pretended to understand women...please explain it like I'm a four year old."
Alyssa regrouped and said, "Okay...remember that wonderful 'two guys hiking' thing you did for me on my birthday? How you rigged up a way to hold me down and strip me and blindfold me; how you changed your voice so it sounded like two different men. It was amazing Tommy. There were times when it felt so real but...when it was over, there was just you. The other guy never existed."
Tommy said, "Okay...so you're saying that some of the girls want something like that...a realistic scenario within limits...but it seems pretty real at the time."
"Exactly!" said Alyssa, "But, no rest breaks, no showers, none of that stuff until it's over. It should go straight through the whole weekend."
Tommy asked, "How many girls want this?"
"Over half of them, but I thought we should split into groups of eight. I already have the first eight lined up." said Alyssa.
Tommy said, "Eight??? Holy crap! That'll be a fair bit of work and I'll need help. Will you and Kendall..."
Alyssa interrupted, "No...! Our names are on the list. Sylvia might like to help. Why don't you give her a call?"
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And call he did. So, I was nervously awaiting his arrival and thinking I must have the brain of a twelve year old for being this excited. I had run out and bought a bottle of Crown Royal, some Canada Dry ginger ale, and five of those Dutch cigars he likes...fourteen dollars each! Finally, a knock on the door. I answered it on the first knock and received a huge bear hug like he hadn't seen me for years.
We sat, had a drink, and small talked for a few minutes before Sam got down to it, "Okay...so you get the gist of it. There'll be eight of them and I guess it'll be a kidnapping of sorts and it has to be pretty severe and run the entire weekend."
I asked, "Who's on the list?"
"Uh...Alyssa, Kendall, Teri, Malsa, Colleen, Isabella, and a couple you've never met. Jariyah; a gorgeous East Indian girl...about twenty five. And Hope; she's a tiny Asian beauty...Chinese I think...around twenty two."
"So...what's the scenario? Will there be a prison or something?"
Sam said, "I'm not sure yet. I'm thinking maybe some Latin American revolutionaries capture them in the woods and we just bind them somehow. I'm open to any suggestions..."
I had an idea so I said, "Remember how you bound Isabella for the whip poker night? What about if we did something like that...with trees or posts maybe?"
Sam thought for a moment then, "Oh...you mean the 'Straight Pillar?' Yeah! That would work...trees would be no good but posts would work. I can get some big posts...maybe twelve inch or so...and rent a digger. Yeah...and if we space them right we can use them for spreads too. Very good, Syl! Let's write that one down."
"You know, Sam," I said, "we are going to need more help."
He answered, "Yeah, you're right. Trouble is; everybody who normally helps is on the freaking list!"
I said, "I wonder...if Kristel would be interested?"
Sam pondered for a moment then dialed his cell phone, "Mardi? It's Sam. Exceptionally well, and you? Listen, Mardi...I'm at...Oh, okay...Kristel, I'm at Sylvia's and we are working on a big scenario...oh, Ally told you about it, did she...? Okay...around five...? Good...see you then."
He pocketed the phone saying, "She'll be here in an hour and she's bringing Chinese."
For the next half hour or so we continued to plan the basics of the scenario. Alyssa called him and said that she and Kendall would like to go to the studio and "play." Apparently they were discussing the upcoming scenario and got a bit worked up. He asked what they had been discussing and, after a raised eyebrow or two, told her to have fun but be careful.
Sam, looking a bit incredulous, said, "Wow! Ally wasn't real specific, but they're expecting to be used and abused pretty good. I have to say something...for the record...I think Alyssa is wrong. In fact, I think you're all making a mistake here. I'm doing this because you've all asked...but it doesn't feel right."
Before I could respond there was a knock at the door and we greeted Kristel bearing an inordinate amount of Chinese food and a couple of bottles of wine. We spent the next hour tearing into the food and discussing the scenario, approving some ideas and trashing others, and then Sam said, "Would you girls mind if I asked...what are your deep, dark fantasies of being ravaged?"
Kristel answered, "Well...mine has changed since Christmas, but before...I'm not sure if I should be telling this with Sylvia in the room...Oh, what the hell... I'm taking my employees, on a private plane, to New Zealand and, like usual, I'm acting like the diva, ordering them around and such, but then they turn on me and strip me and tie me over a seat. For the next eighteen hours they force me to blow the guys and...you know...lick the girls. They screw me, front and rear, and give me a champagne enema..."
I interrupted, "Was I there?"
Kristel said, "Oh yes...and thanks for the champagne!"
There was a moment's pause then we all burst out laughing...and then Kristel said, "What about you Sylvia?"
I blushed a bit but I said, "Oh...mine is pretty standard, I guess. I accidentally wander into a biker bar and they take me and hold me down on the bar and tear my clothes off and they screw me...same as you, front and rear...and stick things in. The girls whip me with belts and put a leash on and make me lick boots and pleasure them..."
Kristel turned to Sam and said, "What about you, Sam...what kind of fantasies do you have?"
He laughed and said, "Oh, Kris, I'm pretty much living my fantasy!"
We continued to plan and had a pretty good, basic scenario by around midnight, then Kristel said, "What kind of 'torture' are you going to use?"
Sam said, "Oh...all I had in mind was floggers, crops, and some electric...cattle prod, fly swatter...that kind of thing. I'll be the only one using some things...like the prod."
Kristel complained, "Oh...why do you get to have all the fun?"
