Rainey slipped out of the house and walked in the shadows toward the lodge. The lobby felt empty except for a few guests who had fallen asleep on couches, their clothes, or what remained of them, in disheveled condition. She made her way to the women’s lounge.
Then remembered Brad.
Opening the door slowly, she peeked in. The sight that greeted her stopped her in her tracks.
Brad had been bent face down over an upholstered bench and shackled to it. The bench was pretty much meant for what was happening—somebody to be bent over it for sex. His feet were spread and secured to the legs of the bench, his butt displayed for any and all. It looked as if it had suffered some damage while she’d been away. His anus and cheeks were bloodied. The spiked dildo lay on the floor nearby.
“Ouch,” Rainey muttered.
“Girlfriend.” Trixie spread her arms and beckoned Rainey to her. A handful of other women stood around, apparently joining in the humiliation of Brad.
Trixie pulled Rainey into a muscular hug. “Told you we’d make him wish he was dead.”
“Is this the piece of shit that raped you within an inch of your life?” asked a woman Rainey hadn’t seen before.
“Uh, yeah,” she said.
The woman brandished a cat o’ nine tails and flicked Brad’s ravished buttock with it. She raised a muffled yelp. “What’s the matter? Can’t take your own medicine?” She flicked him again.
Rainey looked around the bench at Brad’s hanging head. He had a big red ball stuck in his mouth and black straps securing it around his head. He was also wearing some kind of bright red bra to match the gag.
“Holy cow” was all she could say.
“We took pictures,” Trixie said. “This piece of shit says a word and we send them to all his friends. Post them on his social media.” She kicked the bench, then waved a phone in the air. “Understand, asshole?”
Brad grunted.
“You think this will stop him?” Rainey asked.
“Oh, yeah. Have a look.” Trixie scrolled through a plethora of compromising pictures of him being sodomized by several different women with a variety of implements, smiling with an erect penis next to his mouth, next with the penis in his mouth, howling as a woman sat astride his back and whipped him.
“That just might do it,” Rainey said.
“I think so. You know these macho types,” Trixie said.
“I hope you wore some protection for that one shot.”
Trixie threw back her head and laughed. “Always, girlfriend.”
Rainey put her hand on Trixie’s shoulder. “I can’t thank you enough, although the spikes?”
Trixie shrugged. “One of the girls had a rough night.”
“I’m leaving,” Rainey said. “Can you keep him for another hour?”
Brad tried to talk around the gag.
“If you tell anyone I’m alive, I’ll find out and we’ll release these pictures,” Rainey said. “Do you understand?”
Brad nodded vigorously. Rainey was surprised he still had that much energy.
She went back to her locker, took off her costume, and dressed in her old clothes. She buried the washcloth from Earl’s room deep in the bathroom trashcan. Stuck the costume into her bag in case anybody got industrious and looked for DNA evidence. Shouldering her bag, she headed out the door, giving everyone a big wave.
She jogged down the path beside the golf course and headed to the woods. She found the road and continued her jog until she located the footpath to the beach.
When she reached the water, the stars were fading. She ducked under the mangroves and quickly picked her way to the boat. It was still where she’d left it, but now on the strip of sand revealed by low tide. She pushed the boat out, pulled herself aboard and set sail.