The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Anyone under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story.

The people and events in this story are fictional and do not represent anyone or anything from real life.

If you enjoyed this story, please be aware that I write under the name Chrystal Wynd as well as the name Dark Wynd.

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Synopsis: Ten strangers are brought to a remote island under false pretenses. The reason soon becomes all too clear.

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Ten Little Bimbos

A.K.A.— And Then They Were Dumb

Part 4

Cast of characters

“It’s B-I-M Beau, supercop,” said McKatt. “Bimbo. I think we all got suckered onto this island. And we are now officially in trouble.”

Everyone looked at each other, waiting for someone to make an argument. Benjamin Ian-Merigold Beau, owner of Beau Island Resort, simply a nomme de guerre for the sake of an acronym? The concept seemed incredible. But then, so was bringing ten people to an island to turn them into bimbos.

Finally Aubrey said, “But that’s fucking crazy. Why would anyone do that?”

Rena said, “The recording suggests the perpetrator pictures themselves as a dispenser of justice.”

McKatt shook her head and said, “That recording could easily be meant as a distraction, you know. To keep us looking for someone acting as a white knight rather than focusing on someone who might do the same thing for less altruistic reasons.”

Sam Morton said, “So tell me, Detective, is there a reason you appeared to be staring at me while you said that?”

Morton’s tone was light, almost mocking, but the black ex-cop didn’t smile. McKatt shrugged and said, “If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck…”

Sam’s eyes narrowed and he opened his mouth to retort, but Rena intervened.

“Let us not argue amongst ourselves,” said the therapist. “We cannot afford to be divided. Let us instead work together to discover where the villainous Mister Beau may be hiding.”

The tension remained for a moment. Then Sam laughed.

“Quite right,” he said. “Ex-officer McKatt is just upset that she wasn’t able to pin anything on me last time, so she’s just flinging some mud in my direction. I can understand that. No hard feelings, okay, McKatt?”

McKatt’s eyes darkened, but Rena again intervened before the investigator could answer.

“That wasn’t necessary, Mister Morton,” said Rena, “and it certainly doesn’t help the situation.”

“Hey,” said Morton, “she started it.”

“ENOUGH!” said a firm voice, forceful enough to forestall any argument. Everyone turned toward the speaker.

Tori Parker, manager of Beau Island Resort, entered the lobby and stood before the group. She normally wore her authority like a business suit, apparent to even casual observers, but now her commanding presence seemed to expand, filling every crevice in the room.

“Mrs. Parker,” said Rena carefully, “we’re terribly sorry for what happened to—“

“I heard what you said about Mister Beau,” said Tori, cutting off Rena. “About his initials spelling out ‘Bimbo’. I’m not sure I’m buying that yet. But I do agree that there’s something going on here and that we need to get to the bottom of it.”

“Agreed,” said Paul. The security man was nodding. “I think—“

“Shut up, Straight,” said Tori. She stared at Paul, her eyes hard. “We’re in this mess because you refused to do your job right.”

Straight’s eyes widened. “What?!” he said, getting to his feet. “Tori, that’s not fair! I’ve been trying to –“

“I said sit down and shut up, Straight, and I mean it,” said Tori.

Paul’s face flushed. The security man opened his mouth to speak, then apparently thought better of it. He sat down.

Morton snickered. “That’s the smartest thing I’ve seen you do yet, Straight.”

Paul gave the bar owner a dark look, but said nothing.

Tori said, “We tried it your way, Straight, and it got my husband bimboed. We’re done with your way. Now we’re doing it my way.”

McKatt said, “What’s ‘your’ way?”

Tori said, “You will all remain here while your rooms are searched, with the exception of the occupant of whichever room is being searched. As the majority of you are women, I will accompany you. Straight, you will remain here and make sure nobody leaves the room.”

Paul nodded curtly.

“This is outrageous!” said Dr. Cara Lin, startling everyone. The short Asian doctor had said nothing until now.

“Outrageous, Dr. Lin?” said Tori, her eyes cold. “How so?”

“To rummage through my luggage as if I am a common criminal?” said Dr. Lin. “Five star resort? More like Motel Six!”

“Be that as it may, Dr. Lin,” said Tori, “we have a situation and we will deal with it to the best of our ability. I apologize for any inconvenience or embarrassment this may cause, but we will get to the bottom of things.”

Dr. Lin stared at Tori, her jaw set, but the look Tori directed back at the little doctor was just as resolute. Finally Dr. Lin looked away.

“Very well,” she said. “I will submit to the indignity of having my personal belongings search. I will not, however, sit around waiting as if I am being booked into a jail. We will begin immediately.”

Dr. Lin strode forward and began ascending the stairs.

“As you wish, Dr. Lin,” said Tori, turning and ascending the stairs with the small Asian woman. Over her shoulder, Tori said, “The rest of you will wait here.”

* * *

The guests in the lobby watched Tori and Dr. Lin ascend the stairs toward the guest bedrooms.

Once they were out of sight, Sam Morton said, “I don’t care what you say, that fucking doctor Lin or Ling or whatever it is is a fucking loon.”

Rena said, “Oh, come now, Mr. Morton. You hardly know the woman.”

Sam said, “I don’t have to know her. Run a bar as long as I have, you learn to read the crazy ones. And I’m telling you, she ain’t working with a full deck.”

Aubrey said, “You know, we’re looking for someone who’s off, aren’t we? And I have to say that Dr. Lin fits that description.”

Detective McKatt said, “You’re siding with Morton? Seriously?”

Aubrey said, “Just because you don’t approve of him doesn’t mean his views are completely without merit. I happen to agree with him that Dr. Lin is a bit…odd.”

“Batshit crazy, you mean,” said Morton.

Aubrey shrugged. “However you wish to phrase it,” said the professor dryly.

“Too obvious,” said Straight.

Rena said, “What do you mean, Mr. Straight?”

The security man said, “I mean it’s too easy to point to Dr. Lin and say, ‘She’s crazy. She’s the one’. It’s like blaming the butler in a murder mystery.”

McKatt said, “Supercop may have a point.”

Straight gave the black detective a pained look, but said nothing.

Rena tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Interesting,” she said. “True, Dr. Lin is a bit strange. But perhaps it is a tad premature to assume she is responsible.”

Straight said, “Exactly.”

McKatt said, “Out of curiosity, Supercop…do you have an opinion about who you think is responsible for the bimboing?”

Straight gave McKatt a flat look. “Yes,” said the security man. “As a matter of fact, I do. And if I’m right, that person is trying to make it look like someone else is doing it.”

“Ohhh, so mysterious, Mr. Straight!” said Rena. “But you’ll say no more than that?”

Straight said, “In a room full of potential suspects? I don’t think so. That would be bad practice.”

Joan McKatt grinned. “You’re learning, Supercop.”

Sam Morton suddenly stood and stretched. “Well, this has been fascinating,” he said, “but if you’ll excuse me, I’m not going to let these events interfere with my hard-earned vacation.”

Paul shook his head. “You need to stay here, Morton,” he said. “Tori needs to search your room first.”

Sam laughed. “Search away,” he said. “Tell Parker to feel free to search my undies. Meanwhile, unless you’ve got a warrant, as they say, I’m outta here.”

Straight stepped in front of Morton and put his hand on Sam’s chest. “Please wait until Tori searches your room.”

Morton looked down and gave Straight a lazy. He was at least four inches taller than the security man and had ten to fifteen pounds on him as well.

“Really, Straight?” said Morton. “And who’s going to stop me? You?”

“Just wait for Tori, okay, Sam?” said Paul. “We don’t have to argue about this.”

“We’re not arguing, Straight,” said Morton. “I’m leaving. Now get your hand off me before I feed it to you.”

Straight’s face darkened and he opened his mouth to speak, but Rena’s voice cut in.

“There’s no need for threats, Mr. Morton,” said Rena. “Mr. Straight is simply asking you to wait for a few minutes. Since you feel so strongly about it, we’ll all be glad to let your room be the next to be searched.”

McKatt said, “Speak for yourself.”

Straight turned to Rena. “Thank you,” he said. “I’m just trying—“

Paul Straight stopped speaking as Morton’s fist suddenly struck the security man in the mouth.

Paul stumbled backward from the unexpected blow, arms pin-wheeling. He lost his balance and fell to the floor.

Morton looked down at the security man, who was now sitting up, a knuckle on his bleeding lip. “I told you not to touch me,” said Sam. “Next time I won’t be so nice.”

McKatt hadn’t moved during the whole exchange. She looked at Morton. “You know that was a sucker punch, right?”

Morton shrugged. “It takes a sucker to catch one.” He turned and walked away.

McKatt grunted as she watched the bar owner walk away. “Good riddance,” she said.

Aubrey said, “You really don’t like him, do you?”

McKatt shook her head. “No, I don’t,” she said. “And I wouldn’t be surprised to find out he was behind all this shit.”

Rena said, “Strong words, detective. Do you really think Mr. Morton capable of planning and carrying out something this complex?”

The black ex-cop snorted. “Don’t underestimate that man,” she said. “He may act like life’s all booze and pussy to him, but there’s a reason he’s able to run a successful strip club in a place as depraved as Darkview. That berk’s a hardcore businessman with a lot of underworld resources.”

Rena said, “You sound very sure of yourself, detective.”

McKatt said, “I know I do, counselor, and that’s because I’m right. Nobody could pin anything on him, but trust me, Morton’s as dirty as the day is long.”

Aubrey said, “I agree he’s a lecher, but I don’t think we should be so quick to discount Dr. Lin.”

“Or others,” said Straight, his words slightly slurred due to his swelling lip.

McKatt said, “Like who, Supercop? How about you quit with the mysterious half-statements and actually add something to this?”

“Fine,” said Straight. “I think its—“

Tori’s voice suddenly cut in. “Straight, where the hell is Mr. Morton?”

“He walked off,” said the sullen security man. “He refused to cooperate.”

The resort manager’s voice was acid as she said, “And you just let him?”

“I didn’t just let him!” said Paul. “I tried to keep him here. He got violent and attacked me—“

Tori rolled her eyes. “You’re quite the demon security fiend, aren’t you, Straight?”

Rena said, “It’s quite true, Mrs. Parker. Mr. Straight did indeed try to reason with him and Mr. Morton quite simply wouldn’t cooperate. Inasmuch as this is not a police state, Mr. Straight’s scope for dealing with Mr. Morton was rather limited.”

Paul said, “You see, Tori? Not my fault.”

Tori said, “I’m not interested in your excuses, Straight. Just results. Now go find him.”

“Tori, he and I are just gonna end up—“

“Find him, Straight.”

The security man glared at Tori.

Rena said, “Mrs. Parker, perhaps you are being too hard on Mr. Straight? He acted in a completely professional manner and was not the aggressor in any way.”

Tori dismissed Straight and turned to Rena. “That’s all fine and well, Miss Lacke, but Mr. Straight still had a job to do. Our guests are presently under assault and I expect our security staff to act accordingly, even if some guests are behaving in a difficult manner. Are you not up to the job, Straight?”

The security man flushed. “Of course I’m up to the job, Tori!”

Tori said, “Then start acting like it, Straight. Protect our guests. You allowed my husband to get bimboed, Straight, as well as Hannah and a guest. Either step up and locate the perpetrator or step down and let someone else handle the responsibility.”

Straight stared at the floor. “I will.”

Tori continued, “And get our communication with the mainland re-established. In fact, that should be your top priority.”

“All right,” said Paul.

“Now that we have your responsibilities sorted out,” said Tori, “we can resume the room searches. Miss McKatt, if you would please come with me?”

* * *

She twirled to the beat of an unheard melody, her hips keeping an erotic rhythm. Her bare feet swept around, then moved side to side. Her arms were high, her movement centered around her bare belly.

The naked blonde girl was a vision of sensuous grace. Every move suggested untapped heat, every gesture an invitation.

Until yesterday, she had been a maid. Today she was an artiste of motion. An artiste with a nice ass and great tits.

Hannah Evens giggled as she made her way across the room. Showing off her body was soooooo hawt. Her body and her dancing made guys’ dicks, like, totally hard! All because of her. It was a total rush.

The maid continued spinning and dancing her way over to the audience of one watching her strip performance.

Eric Parker, chef for the Beau Island Resort, wrapped his fingers around his thick cock and stroked his shaft as he watched the hot blonde girl dance naked around the room.

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“So, Dr. Lin,” said Rena, “What’s your opinion on what’s been happening?”

Dr. Lin did not appear to hear, so Rena repeated the question. Finally the small Asian woman turned to look at the psychiatrist.

“What do I think?” said Dr. Lin. “I do not choose to think about it at all. I do not have time to consider the work of amateurs. Now if you will excuse me, I would like some tea.”

Dr. Lin stood and walked toward the kitchen, leaving Rena and Aubrey to stare at each other.

“Gosh,” said Aubrey. “That wasn’t weird at all. I mean, except for the part where it was. Which was the whole part.”

“Indeed,” said Rena. “The work of amateurs? My word.”

Aubrey grinned and said, “I’d love to know what the manager actually found in her luggage.”

Rena feigned a shudder. “We are likely better off in our ignorance.”

“True,” said Aubrey. “By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“Oh?” said Rena. “And what would that be?”

Aubrey said, “The recording said something about you ‘organizing a sex ring from your unknowing clients’. I’ve been wondering what that was about.”

Rena laughed easily. “I can quite understand that,” she said. “It simply reeks of secrets and mystery, right?”

Aubrey said, “Yes, it does. And I like knowing who I’m sharing my bed with, you know?”

Rena nodded encouragingly. “Of course you do, luv.” Then she leaned forward and said, “Pink coffee”.

Aubrey’s eyes glazed over.

* * *

Paul Straight, security specialist for Beau Island Resort, found Sam Morton sitting in a lounge chair by the pool.

Morton’s head was back, as if he was enjoying the sun, and he was holding a drink in one hand. He turned slightly in Straight’s direction as the security man approached the lounge.

“Well, Straight,” said Morton, “it’s about damn time.”

Straight grimaced. “I got delayed. The dragon-lady decided she had to chew me out in front of everyone. The fucking wench.”

Morton took a long swallow of his drink. “Well, to be fair, her husband was the most recent victim.”

“I get the reason,” said Straight. “She doesn’t have to take it out on me, though.”

Morton shrugged. “That’s what happens when you work for other people,” he said. “Anyway, are you finally ready?”

Straight nodded. “Oh, hell, yeah,” he said. “I’m definitely ready. Now that you got me out of there, let’s do it.”

Morton finished his drink and set down the empty glass. Then he and Straight headed back inside the resort.

* * *

McKatt dumped the contents of her suitcase onto the bed, then sat back and waited as Tori poked through the contents.

“Satisfied?” said the detective.

Tori turned and began pulling open the dresser drawers one-by-one.

“It’s not personal,” said Tori, glancing into each drawer. “Surely you realize that.”

“I’m not offended,” said McKatt. “I just think you’re wasting your time.”

“Perhaps I am, detective,” said Tori, looking through the last drawer and turning toward the closet, “but it needs to be done regardless.”

“You know, Mrs. Parker, there might be a way to figure out who the perp is.”

Tori finally stopped and turned toward the ex-cop. “You have an idea on how to catch the fucker who’s doing this?”

“Yeah,” said McKatt. “I do.”

“All right, detective,” said Tori. “I’m listening.”

McKatt shook her head. “Not yet,” she said. “Let me finish working it out in my head. But let’s meet tonight after dinner.”

Tori was silent for a moment. Then she finally nodded. “All right,” she said. “I’ll meet you after dinner.”

“Fine,” said McKatt. “We can meet in your room. No one needs to know we’re talking.”

Tori shook her head. “Not here,” she said. “I don’t trust Straight. He could have my room bugged. We’ll meet by the pool. Besides, it’s safer for us both to be in the open.”

McKatt said, “You think it’s Straight?”

Tori said, “It’s possible, yeah. All my staff except for him have been targeted. I think that’s pretty suspicious, don’t you?”

McKatt said, “Why would he target the resort staff?”

Tori said, “He’s been sullen since he got here. Eric and I and Hannah have a…we have a working relationship a bit beyond the typical here. Straight didn’t fit in and wasn’t invited to play in the reindeer games. I think he’s resentful.”

McKatt said, “That’s a tough sell, Parker. Sure, all your staff have taken the hits, but Elizabeth Besting was a guest. She wasn’t part of your team.”

“Red herring,” said Tori. “Trying to cover his actual motive.”

“Hmmm,” said McKatt. “Interesting. But if you’re correct, you know what that means, right?”

Tori nodded. “Oh, yes,” she said. “It means I’m the next target.”

* * *

Aubrey’s eyes suddenly snapped open.

“Oh, my,” she said. “I’m sorry…did I fade out on you?”

Rena laughed easily. “A little, luv,” she said, “but it’s quite all right. Mental stress does take its toll, after all.”

Aubrey yawned and stretched. “I must admit I do feel somewhat better. What were we talking about?”

Rena gave Aubrey a saucy grin. “We were discussing how I was going to devour you later this evening.”

Aubrey smiled. “Well, perhaps we should continue that conversation.”

* * *

Straight and Morton down the hallway in both directions to make sure no one saw them. Satisfied they were unobserved, they opened the door and entered the room.

They were met by a giggle.

“Ohhhhhh, company!” said Elizabeth Besting. The thin model beamed at Sam and Paul. “Like, awesome!”

Paul grimaced. “Ouch. She really is a bimbo, isn’t she?”

Sam nodded. “Oh, yeah. Completely. There is nothing going on in that noggin outside of sucking dick. She’s going to do fine at my club.”

Straight rolled his eyes. “You really are going to go through with that?”

Morton laughed, amused at Straight’s disgusted look. “Sure I am. Why not?”

Straight didn’t answer. Instead he looked over at Elizabeth, who was sucking on her thumb.

“Go ahead,” said Morton magnanimously. “I don’t mind waiting. Besides, getting your dicky sucked is what you’re here for, right?”

Straight grinned. “Yeah, it is,” he said. “Trying to slip away with the fucking dragon-lady watching me was just about impossible. Thanks again for getting me out of there.”

“No problem,” said Morton. “You owe me one, though.”

“I’m sure,” said Paul. Then he looked back to Elizabeth. “Anyway, what do I do?”

Morton plopped into a chair. “It don’t matter. She wants to suck you off. Just give her a reason.”

Straight’s face scrunched as he thought it over. Then he looked at the red-headed socialite and said, “Liz...Lizzy! Look, I don’t have time to explain, but there’s a security issue on the island occurring right now and I need you to give me a blowjob.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened at Straight’s words. “Omigod!” she said. “A secuwity...secwue...a secur-e-t thingie is happening and you need me to, like, suck you? Weally?”

Straight nodded, looking very sincere.

Elizabeth said, “Omigod! I sooooo gotta help!”

She dropped to her knees in front of the security man and reached for his zipper. Moments later her warm, wet mouth was stroking over his hard shaft.

Morton groaned. “That was fucking ridiculous, Straight. All you you had to do was ask her to suck your dick and she’d have done it.”

Straight grinned, his tool nestled snugly inside Elizabeth’s suction-cup mouth. “Yeah, I know,” he said, “but I always wanted to use the line, ‘You need to blow me for security reasons’.”

Morton watched the redhead’s hair bobbing over Paul’s cock. “I suppose I can respect that,” he said. “Now hurry up and come in the bimbo’s mouth already. It’s almost time for another drink.”

* * *

By the time Straight and Morton made it back downstairs, the room searches had been completed.

“So glad you could join us,” said Tori, her eyes on Straight.

Straight grunted. “Find anything?”

Tori said, “No. Nothing. I wasn’t expecting to. Of course, had the searches been done earlier, who knows what might have turned up?”

“Loathe as I am to tell you how to run the hotel, Mrs. Parker,” said Rena, “I’m sure this isn’t helping.”

“I’ll decide what is best for the hotel, Miss Lacke,” said Tori, “but you are correct. This isn’t helping. At any rate, we’re going to have a late lunch now. I’m afraid that with Eric unable to perform his duties at this time, we will be forced to fend for ourselves.”

McKatt said, “Are you sure we want to eat anything from the kitchen? Granted, it seems unlikely that Chef Parker sabotaged any of the food, but whoever the perp is certainly could have.”

Tori thought for a moment, then said, “I will go to the kitchen and bring out a selection of canned goods and other sealed foodstuffs. That should allow us to eat in relative comfort. It will not, of course, represent the high-dining experience the Beau Island Resort normally presents, but it should allow us to get through the meal without problems.”

* * *

It was a tense lunch, but gradually everybody relaxed as they dined on canned fish. From the discussion taking place at the table, a casual observer might have been unaware of the dark underbelly roiling just beneath the surface.

“It’ll happen. Sooner or later. They’ll never see it coming.”

“She doesn’t know. If she did, it would be a whole different game.”

“No chance. No chance at all. That one? Nah. No chance.”

“Close, but it worked. I’m going to have to stay tight.”

“Perfection. Everything I touch becomes perfection. It is right that I do this.”

“They need this. All of them need it. Whether they know it or not.”

“Too many possibilities. Too much chance. I have to eliminate some of them.”

After lunch, coffee and tea were served. Some stayed for beverages, while others went to the pool or down to the beach.

For a short time, it almost seemed like a typical resort.

* * *

Aubrey said, “Mmmmmmm…I love when you do that.”

Rena said, “What can I say, luv? I’m good with my hands.”

“You can say that again,” said Aubrey. “Where did a shrink learn how to use her fingers so effectively?”

“Hmmmmmm,” said Rena. “Probably the same place a university professor learned to use her tongue with such lovely efficiency.”

“Wait ’til you see what I can do with the right toys.”

Rena feigned a shocked look. “My goodness, but you’re a saucy wench.”

“The sauciest.”

“It’ll be a tough cure for you, then.”

“Mmmmmm. Bring it. And while you’re at it, let’s see what a shrink can do with her tongue as well.”

* * *

Hannah giggled and said, “Oh, Mistress! I’m like, totally full back there now, you know?”

Tori said, “Shush, girl. Yes, you’re full back there. You’re supposed to be full. After all, Eric has his cock up your slut ass.”

Hannah’s eyes widened and she said, “Really?”

Tori positioned herself directly in front of Hannah, her legs spread. Then she grabbed the maid’s blonde ponytail and pressed Hannah’s face against her pussy.

“Yes, slut, really,” she said. “Now be a good girl and lick Mistress’ pussy while Eric fucks your little bimbo ass.”

* * *

Aubrey stood and stretched. Something was bothering her, but she wasn’t sure what. She decided to take a walk.

After making her way to the ground floor and around the resort, She eventually found herself outside next to the pool. She sat down to enjoy the sun for a little while.

Suddenly Sam Morton’s voice sounded. “I didn’t think you were ever going to come up for air.”

Aubrey started slightly, startled. Morton was sitting on a lounge chair near where she was sitting. She had been so distracted that she had missed it.

Not a good thing. She had to get it together. She had too many things to do over the next few days.

Aubrey said, “I beg your pardon?”

Morton took a long swallow from his drink. “I said I didn’t think you were ever going to come up for air.”

Aubrey said, “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

Morton snorted. “Oh, please. I’m talking about you and the shrink. Don’t try to bullshit me, professor.”

Aubrey smiled. “Please get your mind out of the gutter, Sam.”

Morton laughed, a barking sound. “Just stop, all right? I can tell you and the shrink are munching each other’s carpets, so can the bullshit denials.”

Aubrey rolled her eyes. “Think whatever you want to think, Sam. Need fodder for your wank bank? Go ahead and file the thought.”

The bar owner took another long swallow. “You really think I give a fuck if you guys rub pussies? I couldn’t care less. You might want to be more selective, though.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I said you might want to be more selective,” said Sam. “I trust that shrink about as far as I could throw her.”

“I’m sure she shares the same love for you.”

Sam snorted. “Doubtful. And even if it were the case, it wouldn’t matter. I wouldn’t even fuck her with somebody else’s dick.”

Aubrey stood up. “Is there some reason you’re being even more obnoxious than usual, Sam?”

Sam stood up as well. “Probably because I’m drunk. But otherwise, no, no particular reason. Why? Did I offend the college professor? Did I get your sensibilities all up in a tizzy? Or is it just because I’ve got a cock instead of rocking some vag?”

Aubrey said, “Morton, you’re going to get out of my personal space right now or you’re going to regret it.”

Sam barked a laugh again. “I’ve regretted a lot of things over the years, sweetie. One more isn’t going to make a difference.”

Aubrey said, “Glad to hear it.” Then she punched him in the solar plexus.

Sam dropped his drink and fell back a step, gasping. Then he straightened up and glared at Aubrey.

Aubrey said, “I did warn you, after all.”

“You fucking cunt,” he said, as he stepped forward and attempted to slap the professor across the cheek.

Aubrey forearm-blocked the slap and drove her knuckles into Sam’s stomach. As Sam leaned forward from the blow, Aubrey brought up her knee, striking Morton on the nose.

Sam stumbled back again, blood already pouring from his nose. “You bitch!” he said. “Now you’re gonna get it!”

Morton stepped forward to leverage a punch at Aubrey, but the professor had already moved to drive her heel into the inside of Morton’s knee. Then she swung a back-fist from the other direction, striking the drunk man across the cheek.

Sam stood there, drunkenly dazed, trying to process what was happening. Aubrey twirled and used a whirling back-kick to knock Morton backward.

The bar owner tripped backward over a lounge. He struggled to get up, but finally stayed down.

There was a sound of running feet as Tori, Straight, Rena and McKatt came running out of the resort.

Tori glanced at Morton laying on the ground and groaning. Then she looked at Aubrey.

Aubrey held up her hands. “I apologize,” she said. “He’s drunk and he got very obnoxious. I over-reacted.”

Rena looked at Morton as well, then back to Aubrey. “My goodness. Are you secretly Xena?”

Aubrey laughed. “Hardly. I’ve studied martial arts for several years, though, and I’m pretty fair in a brawl. As Mr. Morton just found out.”

Rena said, “You are quite the complex girl, aren’t you? Professor, archeologist, adventurer, and now kung fu mistress. Do you dance as well?”

Aubrey said, “Ask me again after a couple drinks.”

* * *

Several hours later, a light gong sounded, indicating it was time for dinner. What form the meal would take, no one knew, but they headed toward the dining room regardless.

Sam Morton was sober. His face showed the signs of the beating he had taken at the hands of Aubrey, but he was in surprisingly high spirits.

“That girl’s got spirit!” he said, barking a laugh. “And a hell of a right hook!”

Aubrey smiled tolerantly. The episode appeared to be past.

Tori entered the dining room, with Straight behind her toting a large flat pan. The pan was covered with a variety of canned and bottled foods. Straight set the flat pan on the table.

Tori said, “From necessity, dinner will be a simple affair tonight. There are various canned fish, meats and vegetables available here. The jars are all sealed as well. You are also welcome to engage in anything you find in the kitchen, but please understand that you are doing so at your own risk and Beau Island Resort cannot be held responsible for any undesirable outcomes in that situation.”

Rena smiled. “Thank you for the disclaimer, Mrs. Parker,” said Rena. “We quite understand.”

“True, that,” said Aubrey, reaching over and picking up a can of tuna fish.

Straight said, “I’ll take the jar of pickles.”

Morton said, “Are you pregnant?”, getting a laugh from the others.

Tori glanced around the table, then said, “Does anyone know where Dr. Lin or Miss McKatt might be?”

All conversation stopped as the others registered the missing guests.

Aubrey said, “That’s odd. No reason for them not to be here. I’ll go check on them.”

Morton held up his hand. “Allow me. Please continue your dinner, such as it is.”

Aubrey’s eyebrows shot straight up.

Morton laughed. “As an apology for my drunken boorishness earlier, okay? I do have some remorse when I misbehave. Not much, I’ll grant you, but I know when I’ve gone too far.”

Tori said, “Thank you, Mr. Morton. Please let them know their canned goods are getting cold.”

Everyone stared in amazement. Morton said, “Did you…did you just make a joke…?”

Tori gave everyone a flat stare. Rena and Aubrey laughed as Morton headed for the staircase.

Once Morton was out of earshot, Tori said, “Does Mr. Morton’s presence bother you, Professor Rush?”

Aubrey laughed easily. “Not particularly. He’s an obnoxious drunk, yeah, but he doesn’t particularly bother me. Hell, he’s probably more embarrassed to be around me than the other way around.”

“Indeed,” said Rena. “In fact, I think in a perverse way Mr. Morton rather enjoyed getting thrown over the fence by Aubrey here.

Tori said, “I’m pleased you’re able to view the situation in that light. Still, I do apologize on behalf of Beau Resort.”

Aubrey shook her head. “Hardly the resort’s fault, Tori.”

Tori said, “Perhaps if our security personnel had been on top of things, it might have been prevented.”

Paul slapped his hand on the table. “Dammit, Tori!” he said. “I was trying to get the damn Internet working when that situation happened! I can’t be everywhere at once!”

Tori’s eyes narrowed. “More excuses. It’s always something, isn’t it? Never your fault.”

Paul stood up, fists clenched at his sides. “What is your problem, Tori? I’ve been running around like crazy and working twice as hard as you since this whole thing started, but all you want to do is bitch bitch bitch and make it sound like it’s my fault! I’ve had enough!”

Tori said, “Oh, yeah? So what are you going to do? Write a really strongly-worded letter to Mister Benjamin Ian-Merigold Beau?”

Straight opened his mouth to reply, but Rena stood up and said, “Please! Enough! Could the two of you please act like professionals and not do this at the dinner table in front of the guests?”

Tori and Paul glared at each other for several moments. Then they both sat down and stared at the table.

The group ate in tense silence for several minutes. Then Dr. Lin entered the dining room.

“Dr. Lin!” said Tori. “There you are. Tell me, did you by change see Mr. Morton or Miss McKatt?”

Dr. Lin looked at the resort manager in what seemed to be a challenging manner for several moments. Then the short Asian woman said, “Yes, I saw the barman and the investigator.”

Tori waited, but Dr. Lin didn’t say anything else, so Tori said, “Did you see where they went?”

Dr. Lin selected a can of vegetables and began using a hand-held can opener to open it. “Yes, I saw. They went into the barman’s room. I do not understand what the investigator sees in the man. She is mocha perfection. He is a pig.”

Tori and Paul looked at each other. Paul said, “Did she just say Morton and McKatt went into Morton’s room together…?”

“Yeah,” said Tori. “Let’s go.”

* * *

They didn’t knock. Tori used her master key to unlock the door and throw it open.

Joan McKatt was on the bed on all fours. She was naked. Her cheek was pressed to the bedspread and her bare, rounded ass was high in the air.

Sam Morton was behind McKatt, equally naked. His hands were on her hips and he was stroking his thick cock into the black detective’s ass, his heavy balls slapping McKatt’s soaking wet clit.

They were so much into their anal coupling that neither of them noticed they now had an audience. After a few moments, Morton became aware of Tori and Paul watching them, but he simply grunted and jammed his dick deeper into McKatt’s ass, groaning as he emptied his balls into the detective’s tight back passage.

His explosion in her backdoor apparently triggered McKatt’s release as well. She shuddered, her body writhing in pleasure from a wave of anal orgasms. Again and again she moaned, completely unaware of her audience.

Tori and Paul stared at each other.

* * *

Morton took a drag off his cigarette. Then he blew a stream of smoke and said, “Hey, she came to me like that. I didn’t have anything to do with it.”

Tori said, “But you certainly didn’t have any trouble taking advantage of it.”

Morton shrugged. “She likes it up the ass now. I wasn’t going to pass that up.”

Tori shook her head. “You’re despicable, Mr. Morton.”

Morton crushed out his cigarette. “Oh, I’m despicable? Me? Oh, please, you fucking hypocrites. You’re falling over yourself to judge me, but you’re no different from me. I’m just more honest about it.”

Tori said, “Mr. Morton, you can’t—“

Sam cut in. “Are you going to tell me you and your husband haven’t been using that maid for your bedroom games since she went bimbo? I know damn well you’ve been using her like a slut. Are you going to try to tell me all your professionals here are better behaved? Tell me another one. Why don’t you ask your doctor about where I found her when I came upstairs? How about the shrink and the college professor being shacked up together all weekend? How about your security man getting a blowjob from one of the bimboed guests? Yeah, all that’s fine, but let the bar owner get a little action and everybody loses their mind.”

Rena, Aubrey and Dr. Lin entered the lobby. They nodded to Tori and Paul, who were still questioning Morton.

Tori said, “Well?”

Rena sighed. “Detective McKatt’s in a very similar state to the others…to Hannah, Elizabeth and Eric. While Hannah favors stripping and Elizabeth favors performing fellatio, however, Miss McKatt appears to favor, umm, anal penetration.”

Sam said, “So she’s a butt-slut.”

Rena gave Morton a look of disapproval, but said, “For lack of a better word…yes, that’s correct.”

Tori shook her head. “And you checked her room?”

Rena nodded. “Yes. We found this.”

The psychiatrist held out a gun-shaped object. Tori took it.

Tori said, “What is this?”

Straight looked at the object, then said, “That’s an air gun.”

“A what?”

“An air gun,” said the security man. “A dart gun. This thing shoots darts with hypodermic needle tips. Like a tranquilizer gun…except I have a feeling the dart in that thing does a lot more than tranquilize.”

Tori looked inside. “You’re right. There’s a dart of some sort loaded into this gun. This is…this is a bimbo gun.”

Aubrey held out a spent dart. She was holding it with two fingers, careful to avoid the tip. “We found this in Joan’s room.”

Tori sighed and shook her head. “They got her. They bimboed her. She had a plan, you know. A plan to catch the perp in action. But they got her first. Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!”

Straight growled, “When I get hold of fucking Benjamin Beau…!”

Tori looked up. “When you get hold of him? Oh, no. That’s not what he should be afraid of.” Her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “He needs to afraid of when I get hold of him. I guarantee you that Mister Benjamin fucking Beau has never seen anything like one of my dungeons. He’ll be begging to become a bimbo when I get done with him.”

NEXT: Part 5