Hell in Paradise

Chapter 2: Paradise

The trip by private jet had been relaxing and exciting at the same time. As soon as they were airborne, Robert had taken all his clothes off, inviting her to do likewise. The stewardesses had showed no sign of unease or surprise, they clearly were used to this. Naked, they had played with each other openly and deliciously, occasionally requesting some wine or a cigarette. Very good hashish, thought Barbara, perhaps it is from his own land!

She had loved having sex like this, openly under the eyes of the crew, and felt a bit sorry when the pilot asked them to fasten their seat belts. She made a move to retrieve her clothes, but Robert stopped her: "No. We are landing on my private landing strip, inside my estate. No need to wear anything for the rest of your stay."

When they landed, a black SUV was waiting next to the plain. The crew took care of her suitcases and the car whisked them off, still naked. The drive was a short one, maybe fifteen minutes. When the car stopped, someone from outside opened her door and Barbara stepped out, in her high heels, jewellery and nothing else, and paused, taking in the sultry, perfumed air, the light and hot breeze, the trees and the shrieking birds, the sunlight….. and Robert's family, who had come out to greet her.

She rehearsed their names as they greeted her and hugged her. Mary, Robert's wife, was a beautiful brunette who looked a bit younger than Robert, with a lightly bronzed skin, sparkling green eyes, small, firm breasts, a shaved pussy. She was naked but for her high heel sandals and a waist chain with a pendant. Mary followed Barbara's look and laughed. "It is a medal of the Virgin Mary. I like to keep her over my pubes, just to show her what a real woman does with her vagina."

Barbara laughed. This was a woman she would certainly get along with. She turned to greet Robert's daughters, Susan and Debbie. Both were naked, like their mother; Debbie was on the edge of puberty, Susan maybe two years older. Both were blonde, beautiful and shaved.

Robert embraced Mary and let his cock, now again hard after the morning's exertions, brush between her thighs. "How are you, honey? I missed you. Everything all right?" "Yes, nothing new. The girls went hunting with their boyfriends yesterday, they had a lot of fun." "Did they? Mmmmm" Robert turned to Debbie, hugged her and ruffled her hair. "Naughty as always, are you?" He embraces Susan, who threw her arms around his neck and jumped, crossing her legs behind his back. Laughing, he placed his hands on her back and lowered her, teasing her labia with his cock. They kissed mouth to mouth, and Susan lowered herself, taking his length inside. Mary laughed and turned to Barbara: "Typical! He has hardly said a word and is already inside his daughter. And they say in modern families parents and children are growing apart!"

Barbara laughed and watched. Robert, with his cock still inside his daughter, carried her to a garden table nearby, sat her there and, standing between her legs, started too fuck her. Susan was leaning back on her arms, moaning. After maybe five minutes, Robert grunted and Susan yelled. After their climax subsided they kissed and Robert withdrew, and turned to Barbara. "How about a shower and some rest? You must be tired."

Barbara was, but before she could reply, Mary interjected. "Don't you guys want to see the girls' hunting bag? It is a good one." "Fine by me" said Robert. "Barbara, are you coming?" "Sure."

They walked towards the villa, but instead of entering through the front door, they walked round the corner and reached a small flight of stairs that led to a basement door. Mary opened, and they entered one after the other. They walked along a corridor and reached another door, this one made of stainless steel. Mary opened, and they entered. Barbara drew her breath sharply.

The room was large enough to contain fifteen-twenty people, and had very little furniture, all of it in stainless steel a stack of chairs, a large table, and a chest of drawers. There were no windows. "The walls are soundproof." Mary said.

A young girl was chained to one of the walls. Mary spoke again. "They were running away. Susan's boyfriend wounded this girl's boyfriend with his hunting gun, and she stopped running to help him. She was so shocked that she made no resistance – that's why no wounds and no bruises."

"She is lovely." Robert was watching the girl, a smile on his lips, his cock hardening. I can't wait to play with her. After dinner perhaps….. by the way, what about the boyfriend?"

Debbie laughed. "He was wounded and bleeding, he couldn't last long. We tried to have some fun, but there was no way we could take him here. We made her watch though, that was so funny to see her cry. I made sure to give her a good show."

"You will tell us the details over dinner. Well done, darling." Robert kissed Debbie and caressed her breasts. "Now, I would like to have a chat with Mary and Barbara, then a shower and some rest…… then dinner, and some after dinner fun with this beauty." He lightly touched the girl's nipples, still smiling. Her frightened eyes never left him. He turned around, and led his family and guest outside again.

Later on, in Robert's study, he, Mary and Barbara were sitting on comfortable, cool armchairs. They were still naked; by now, Barbara felt so comfortable in her nudity that she wondered how she could ever face wearing clothes again.

"Title deeds to land in these regions are at best dubious. Luckily for us, the natives – the Indians, as we still call them – have no documents and in any case their property rights are communal, not individual: the tribe owns the land, not any single member. We want their land mainly because of the minerals underneath – copper, tungsten. In the past we used to buy it for a pittance, nobody understood or cared. Nowadays it's different, Green activists and missionaries have a very pro-Indian agenda and that's very bad news. It is not a matter of money: heck, I would buy a market price if there was a market. But these do-gooders don't want the Indians to make money, they want them to keep living as they always have, fuck profits, fuck development."

Barbara nodded. "It is more of an anti-capitalist agenda than a pro-Indian agenda. Whatever their motivations and whatever the merit of the argument, however, the fact is that this agenda would stop development completely."

"And your firm doesn't like it. As a matter of curiosity, before I talk about our own strategy to deal with this, what is your firm's advice to people like me? Formally, and informally."

"Two words." Barbara lit a cigarette. "Lobbying and corruption. The first is our formal advice, the second the informal one. In both cases, the object is the local or central government, not the busybodies."

"Well, that's what we also do and it works to some extent, but it is slow. So, what we do – and this is the secret bit I alluded to when we met in your hotel – is to make sure that the people who live on the land….. leave."

"Leave?" Barbara raised an eyebrow.

"Appear to leave. What we do is, we target one village at a time. Pick the inhabitants by two and three and weaken the tribe. When they are weak enough, we move in – us, and some friends including senior police and other people of substance – and…. Clear the village. Making sure it looks like it has been abandoned. Of course the missionaries and the activist accuse us of terrorising the inhabitants, but they have no proof."

"And we make sure there is no trace left of the people." Mary lit a cigarette too. "of course….. we like to play a bit with them first." She winked at Barbara.

Barbara thought about it. "I like the sound of this, in all respect – for my firm's interest and for my own fun. Now, as a conscientious business advisor" she shot a mischievous smile to Robert "if I may, I would love to…… have a closer look at the way you do it. Starting this evening. God, I can't wait to see that lovely girl in agony."

"Great!" Robert stood up. "Now some rest…. And then to dinner."

The dinner was delicious, relaxing and very informal. Barbara had not dressed and she was not surprised to see that everyone was nude. The serving staff were two very pretty girls but were dressed. Barbara wondered how much they knew.

Robert guessed Barbara's thoughts. "They know everything. You see, we select them very carefully and we pay them several times the going rates. Not only that, we select people who…. Like what we do. And they get to participate, as you will see."

"Tell me, Barbara." Mary looked at her with a smile. "Robert told me you say you are a sadist. But why do you think you are? Please forgive my nosiness, I like you a lot and I would like to understand you better."

Barbara thought about it. "I have always been excited by pain. Inflicting pain I should say. My hottest fantasies are all sadistic ones. I like hunting, and I had two abortions."

"That's hardly sadism, hunting and abortions are quite mainstream, at least in our circle."

"Have you ever tortured an animal?" Debbie laughed at Barbara's evident surprise. "That's how I started. God, it is fun!"

"That was part of your education, darling." Mary turned to Barbara. "We prepared our girls gradually. First we taught them how to kill animal – hunting, fishing. Then to make them suffer…… children are cruel, if left to themselves. We wanted to teach them how pleasurable cruelty can be."

"I know." Barbara felt her nipples harden as she spoke. "I have done it too, but nobody taught me. It just came natural. I started when I was five or six, and I have done it occasionally all my life." Her voice became deeper, more excited. "Frogs, birds, squirrels, cats. The longer the better. For hours, if I could find a place that was safe. And when I was a teenager, in the nude."

"But humans are so much more fun, and last longer!" Susan's nipples were hard too. "Do you remember mom? That pregnant chick."

"Oh yes!" Mary laughed, and turned to Barbara. "We tied her belly up to four tent poles, spreadeagled. Susan put on a pair of stilettos and did a dance on her belly, and every now and then she hit her hard with the stiletto. She kept piercing her and the baby inside. Fuck, it was so erotic!"

"Enough of that!" Robert stood up. "All this talk is a hell of a turn on. Let's go downstairs and spend some time with that girl – and let's make her last.

They all stood up and followed him.