Club Fatale, Pt. 9
Date: 7/3/2017, Categories: Fantasy, BDSM, BDSM, Cruelty, Death, Incest, Murder, Rape, Slavery, Snuff, Torture, Author: nightscribe, Source: sexstories.com
Chapter Eighteen – Machinations The private jet slowed and gradually pulled to a stop. The whine of the twin engines swiftly dissipated. The door popped open and the Commodore emerged; he swiftly hobbled down the stairs. He greeted Emmanuelle first: a big hug. Then a handshake for Mr. Lloyd. And, finally one for myself. “How are you, boy?” he asked. “So good of you to greet me!” “Well, I appeared as requested. How was your business off-island, Commodore?” “Oh, like business is, Evan,” he said, with a broad smile. “Bland and boring. It’s good to be back. Yes.” He took another look at me, and catching my mood, said: “I can sense something weighing heavily upon your mind, can’t I?” “Kensington,” was my reply. “You heard,” he said, softly. “A real tragedy. He was a good friend. One of my oldest; in fact, he was one of the founding members of the Club.” “And quite wealthy,” I added. He gave me a strange look, then, but shifted topics deftly. “It’s fortuitous that you should be here, young man!” “Any why is that, sir?” The Commodore gestured as a woman appeared. Tall and brown-haired, in her early twenties, I estimated. She was trim in all the right places, but also with a distinct strength and vitality about her. The buoyant, barely contained breasts that stood out above washboard abs might very well have been the most perfect I had ever seen. The gorgeous creature sported a blue collar about her neck with a silver tag that bore a number: 47. My number. He gestured again and the ...