Soup Style Bk 12 Polo Halloween

Polo, anyone?

Some people might enjoy outdoor sexual fun. If outside is where the opportunity meets the desires, some cautiously proceed without any audience, but, others might seek the opportunities to be heard, seen or perhaps penetrated or penetrating with strangers. Exhilarating to be new to their exhibitions or group fetish.

Sylvie had hoped that having a dozen piercings in one ear would signal her lusting for group penetrations. If the guys were drunk enough, they tried. But, more often failed. She didn't want anything less than to be gangbanged. Having heard of incidents here, here she was. Here. And she was ready. She had her anal training insert, she had had clamps connected from her nipples to her clit already tightened for the anticipation to be unbearable. Walking the uneven grounds was teasing her so her thoughts were running wilder than ever before and she knew that she was going to need to remove the anal training insert as well as release the nipples and clit from clamps within at most another few hours. She was determined. Her appetite was growing. She was not going to be easily satisfied.

She was also going to surprise her predators if they acted to capture her.

Not that they needed much of a surprise, not that they would be expecting any frontier justice meted out by a tiny women on her own. She was not part of the plan for the vigilantes, but, she had figured out the logic for them to be here. She also had recognized the pattern of frightful consequences for the behaviors of the bad guys claiming portions of the park as their territory.

This regional park is almost an aggregation of different parks. Imagine if all the theme parks in Orlando had been interwoven with hiking trails as sports venues but then reduced in size to a mere fraction of what you might know there. Then let your fantasies run riotously to extremes in a large regional park that had hilltops, deep ravines, large areas for different outdoor sporting enthusiasts, dog friendly areas, horse friendly areas, llama and donkey as pack animal hiking trails, and simply multi-functional venues.

Areas designated adult-only? Areas within control of gangs that captured and perhaps were then training for subjugation those that they would be trafficking? Areas that were family friendly and well policed? The bad guys had replaced the lightness of the park with a dark element. Instead of family friendly dogs at play, they had added horrible acts that the bad guys found amusing, and, the twisted politician found satisfying. He had wondered if a polo pony could be engaged with the adjustable bondage set up to make it more like a breeding stall as well, but, knew better than to ask out loud.

Not asking, no. Hoping?

Too much greed. Too much depravity. He was not going to be satisfied easily. He had the wherewithal to have arranged for a special place where the gang members would satisfy his and their own depraved tastes. In an odd hat tip to ladies going first, he had promoted the practice that abducted women brought to the clubhouse be taken by any women gang members, but only after being restrained in the special bindings and stocks where the rapes were on cameras the politician was able to monitor. First taken by women, then by men, then by dogs. If still amusing for him, maybe rinse and repeat? He had fetish tastes that changed. The gang had even posted ads for adult entertainment seeking women who were lactating, then for women with large areola, then women with long legs. The set up looked professional and the earliest applicants did go home with paychecks, not realizing they were screened to be future targets for abduction as his tastes and opportunities turned their direction.

Sometimes he wanted the women in the gang to wear strap-ons for his amusement. He had placed the cameras feeding his monitors so that even if the victim was suddenly blocked from view during anal entries (say, when the rapist would rest on her back, or lean in to reach for tits or clit) there would be side and bottom views for his enjoyment. The binding platform could be raised or lowered, so that standing assaults were as easy a set up as for the dogs to mount the victims.

The abductions had been rare, only a few a year until the gang became more involved in drug trafficking which afforded easier control before disposal of victims. That phase was before yet another leap in abductions as the gang began to exploit connections from drug cartels to be engaged in reverse human trafficking. The growing activities did not increase the notoriety of the bad guys, nor did it entirely place the park in disrepute. Neither police nor social media wanted much publicity, so keeping sheep, err, prospects, unaware of risks was largely continuing. But, not escaping notice from vigilantes, both organized and such as Sylvie. Were there other lone wolves haunting the park grounds?

The newest parcel for this park was by all appearances as well groomed and easily entered as the centuries old cemetery at the lowest and furthest most point away from where crowds were likely to have enjoyed recreational sporting league play, picnic venues and public pulpits.

But, sound, ah for the benefit of hearing performances, this site had been designed so that the line of sight that was openly landscaped to host the most perfect audio palates was (at the least) comparable to the best venues anywhere in the world. The park was a splendid venue. The acoustics from different vantage points were, yes, truly a palate of choices, so that you could be near the water features that masked any conversation or within earshot of where the concrete structures by design would provide broadcast quality audio for large audiences.

Yet, somehow, amazingly, there were still some of the social uses and long-standing behaviors that survived generations. The archery range was one. The polo fields another. Disturbing the tranquility of the park at this particular time there was also heavy construction equipment, moving dirt, protecting trenches, for a "public works" purpose, enabling an underground express tunnel for transportation to and from the hospital which was located, rather oddly, two entire mixed uses distant from the major connecting roads on the other side of this park system.

On the fated day our story opens with five active users: archers, golfers, equestrians mounted on the heiresses of Dolfina Cuartetera, construction crews operating their heavy equipment and the local criminal soldiers seeking to undo whatever good might still exist within their seemingly unhampered reach.

Seeing a groomer bringing some of the polo ponies near the ridge, the gangsters started teasing that they would take turns with exercising their sexual delights. Their reputation for having done so was all too raw for anyone sane to be willing to take the risks. Their last victim had been gang raped and drugged, dying before escaping or surviving the ordeal.

These same bad guys still wanted to recapture Libby, whom a mysterious archer had rescued from them. The bad guys became focused on evil intentions for them to be capturing, raping and either selling to brothels, transforming to minor drug dealers or fucking until dead. They did more than randomly abduct and rape their victims. They especially targeted daughters of opposing politicians. Added to the growing list sometimes with names but more often with photos on their roll were now images captured of women who had insulted the gangs members, including Alexandra, Aida, Diya, Lulina. That had not gone unnoticed by the secret leadership of the also secret vigilantes. A plan that had included clues to a mysterious ghost-like vigilante coupled with deliberate snares to use fear as a weapon against the bad guys was underway. Just as the Scottish with their bagpipes that sounded like groans of the dying or the Chinese with hidden but well positioned reserves were able to terrorize armies during battles, the vigilantes planned for a shockingly effective demoralization at an as yet undetermined milestone in the battle between good and evil.

As the gangsters enjoyed their sense of empowered entitlement, the sound checks from the audio systems for the park events suddenly seemed to have changed towards more dramatic music, at first foreboding.

A young groomer hurriedly took the ponies over the crest of the ridge to be out of sight and hoped not to be pursued by the gangsters. As the gangsters laughed at the groomer's hurried escape, both the sound check music and the contours of the surrounding landscape rhythmically changed. The music almost heroically intensifying as if a great performance were unfolding. From the direction towards the golf course, a group was arriving and teeing up as if to make some long drives directed at the gangsters. From the direction of the archery ranges, a group more numerous than the golfers was laying out their gear as if their targets were also going to be the gangsters. From the noisy construction zone, the heavy equipment operators were forming a phalanx moving slowly, noisily, unerringly and directly towards the gangsters. Atop the ridge over which their prey had scampered with the ponies, a group of helmeted polo players, mallets at the ready, seemed as if marshaling what could only be described as a cavalry charge towards the gangsters.

Blinking in fear followed by disbelief, the gangsters wondered if they had imagined the threat, as the respective communities of park users picked up and returned the ways that they had come. Had they intended a message to the gangsters? Had this really happened the way the gangsters had at least momentarily dreaded?

Where the picnic areas were being set up for the community fundraising event, the staff from the caterers as well as the park events team were productively engaged at unfurling and deploying the many items required for this event.

Scantily, revealingly, dressed in matched red and black aprons appropriately for hard outdoor working conditions, less appropriately to be so suggestive looking, several teenagers were setting up the food stations for the buffet in the park. In an earlier book here, in one of multiple rapes of the quiet, unwilling to defend herself, victim, Perizat had been gang raped, a flash gang rape, ended only when secret archers pinned down or frightened off her rapists. Perizat had later been transformed by the changes at Ashley's house, a change for women to take over while Ashley's grandfather had suddenly died. His death was observed in a nontraditional manner, and Perizat, of the same ethnic extraction but with a more thorough understanding of their legacy, was empowered yet further by her suspicion that he was alive and preparing a counterattack that would leave no enemy alive who might be capable of seeking revenge.

On this day, an emboldened Perizat found herself looking specifically at the place where an early shift from the bad guys had positioned themselves to be observers of the food station. Exactly where they had hidden themselves to be observing her group? Yes, because she thought she had seen something eerily, hauntingly, familiar without being familiar, as if she should find it familiar, but it was not reminiscent. Had she seen a ghost of Ashely's grandfather? Mounted on a horse on the farther ridge? She convinced herself that she had been mistaken. What had once seemed an unlikely metal clad horseman was nothing more than a man in a wheelchair barely able to navigate a running trail near the ridge. She had forgotten all the odd delusional sightings until she heard the phrase, in Kyrgyz, for "moon dancer." Ashley was calling out, tears were running down her face as her feet carried her to the young man on horseback. "Aye Bitcheesee," was what anyone in earshot heard, but, that meant "moon dancer." to anyone fluent in the language of the Central Asian nomads.

Moondancer dismounted. The stead nibbled at the grasses without drawing attention to itself. Not entirely obvious, there were now co-located rival packs, not just social gangs. The music for the sound checking changed just as the characters approached one another on the grassy field, as if Leonard Bernstein had envisioned such a scene, Moondancer and Ashley became dueling dancers. Moondancer, athletic, almost as if a gymnast as well as a dancer, engaged with Ashley. They moved gracefully as if power pose dancers. To the odd coincidence of the test music on the audio system, the dancers engaged in a display of romantic, erotic, cross-limbo maneuvers before joining in a pose with Ashley stretching herself, while her frame was held at 180 degrees aloft by moondancer.

Somehow, moondancer, holding Ashley high above his own body, made eye contact with Perizat.

Before Perizat could attribute the name to the man (in Kyrgyz custom, horses would not be named by the nomads) she was keenly aware that the gang members were eyeing her. Yes, eying, in particular, her, Perizat.

Perizet was tempted to look away, but, she was coached and prepared for today. She had a crew of young food service workers to be leading, and, she had a responsibility to have food ready for the event. Slowly, ever so slowly, she steeled herself stronger than she had ever before been, keen to fulfill her role within the army of part time rescuers, avengers, vigilantes, and members of the public all, hopefully, making the gangsters suddenly fearful.

The gangsters had planned to leave everyone coming to the park today afraid. They had a plan and they executed on the plan. However, things were recently more frightening for them because of eerie, ghostlike occurrences. Separately from Libby having been rescued while gang members were pinned down by archers, there were here today archers who looked menacingly at the gang members. Not just archers. Construction equipment, polo players with mallets, golfers ready for a green that did not exist on this side of the ridge. Nothing had happened, but, fear was overcoming the most easily frightened of the gang members.

While ogling Perizat they were surprised that she spotted the victim placed there to make the public afraid. Slumped where she had been dumped to bait their trap for the vigilantes, the Bad Guys were both delighted and surprised to see that Perizat removed her sweatshirt to try to cover the victim of the flash gang rape that had been continuously drugged and overdosed before being placed as the bait for the trap near enough to the food catering to be discovered during the time for setting up for the expected crowds.

The victim was far too large to be covered by Perizat's sweatshirt. Perizat was tall and busty but even any loosely fitting sweatshirt for her was inadequate for this coverup task. Without pausing, Perizat took the large sheet of material for catching any splattering from one of her cooking cauldrons to use as an adequate privacy shield for the victim. As she was doing so, Sara came over. Sara was surprised at the action taken by Perizat whom she would have expected to be paralyzed from even attempting to act in any manner. Sara was interested in the victim, wanted to smell, touch and even add to her abuse, but also knew she was likely being observed, certainly her audio was being monitored, so she would have to explain what was happening. Speaking for the benefit of anyone monitoring communications, she avoided addressing Perizat directly, by calling out to no one in particular "a duty not to disturb any evidence."

Without even seeming to have glanced in the direction of the slumped, dumped, body of the victim, Ashley had instantly recognized facts requiring action on what she saw. She knew the victim was alive. The usually non-vocal and emotionless-looking Ashley stayed silently appearing disinterested in anything other than the dancer and his horse. The three formed a separate object in the field, as Ashley whispered "welcome back, Moondancer."

The victim had been abducted from the front of her parents' home, on her way to get ice cream. There was no pattern to when she would have done so. Her parents did not sound the alarm for they did not realize she had not returned home. Unlike the rescue of Libby, abducted from a family with a mother too intrusive and helicoptering more than wanted, there was no call for vigilantes, not even any alarm to the police. What had happened to the victim? She was abducted, forced into a robot van that could have held 20 passengers, but only held her and her three abductors. She was drugged. At twenty minute intervals, she was dosed over the next two hours. Six doses in total were injected into her. Before the first dose had even created its intended changes, she was already being stripped for each of her three holes repeatedly penetrated for the satisfaction of her abductors.

She was large breasted. That was a popular target for the gang. They like to force victims to provide titjobs. Because they often drugged or traumatized their victims, they rarely had cooperation or consensual sex.

During that night and into the early morning hours, she had been sodomized on a specially set up binding so that behind a mirrored partition, the politician could observe. He liked to watch the victims being sodomized. He liked the advantage of a monitor that showed the penises engaging the asses. He liked seeing through the partition that there was a line up for more in the train she would be taking. His coexistence with the gang, with the cartel, with the city departments, led him to stay hidden from view while he enjoyed his flavor of kink. This victim was larger than most, and he had changed the largest of the monitors to show her swaying titties. He wondered whether to have her branded with the logo for the brothel to which he intended to sell her, but, luckily for her, the cartel representative had a different goal, a tactic of using her as bait for the vigilantes. She was a writing surface, a drawing pad, for all manner of humiliation and insult during her abuse.

The victim, as yet unidentified, covered from exposure by Perizat while Ashley and Moondancer were calling out codes for the vigilantes, was being attended to by two of the apron-wearing food preparers from the catering crew. None but the other vigilantes recognized Mondancer's words as calling out codes, nor even related to the situation that the law enforcement teams were now mobilizing to handle. Sara listed out the separate calls that needed action: for an ambulance, a rape kit as well as overdose remedies to be dispatched to both the crime scene and the medical transport.

Ashley also recognized and interpreted the meaning of the smears from when the victim had been marked with words and graphics during the rape. Alone from any of the observers, Ashley also realized that objects remained inserted in the anal and vaginal cavities of the victim, but, she wrongly thought the objects might be more dangerous than in (only later discovered) fact.

Ashley had some sense, not of dread, not of fears, perhaps of cautionary requirements, but, let's stay with the catch-all word of fears. She feared nothing less than a full onslaught of terrorism. Perhaps, for this victim, Ashley feared, at worst, an explosive to injure anyone attempting to help the victim. At best? Ashley had feared something noxious that would do yet more danger if left inside the victim: Bio-hazard or was this victim now also a drug mule?

She returned to Moondancer and the horse. She whispered her questions so that only the dancer and his horse could have heard what she asked. The dancer hid his helplessness to take action. Was he really as helpless as he seemed? Was he pretending?

Moondancer, as he must be, was stoic. He must let the plan unfold, he wanted to tell Ashley that he could not yet act, he must await moves from either the gangsters or the police so he more loudly explained the cover story, signaling that all was as hoped for in the planning. He did so publicly and loudly enough to be overheard hid behind the excuse that he has "no Batmobile to speed to the rescue, nor Zorro's Tor-NAH-do, nor Gene Autry's Champion nor Tonto's scout." Each referenced ride communicating secretly what was needed for the actions to follow from the vigilantes, as well as communicating that all actions were to be delayed, as this was not a moment for the vigilantes to do more, whether to be yet more frightening to the gang members or engaging in more direct action.