Malabar Surprise
Wednesday, August 17, 2011 at 7:32PM 
I wrote this over a few days this summer.... mostly for fun. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.
The sun was almost unbearable. Even being on the ocean, it felt like an oven on the deck of the “Swan Song”, a one three hundred forty foot yacht belonging to Daniel Morgen. Morgen was quite wealthy, obviously, as he made billions in real estate and mining in Australia. But he was not on the deck, in fact he was not on the boat at all, he was back in Sydney, hard at work.
George snatched the cold Corona away from the grasp of the girl who's name he didn't bother asking. She was merely a servant, someone his father paid to being him beer, food, or anything else. Upon looking at George you would never believe that his father was a billionaire. He slouched back into his deck chair and took a long gulp of the icy beverage. He wore long 'board shorts' with a vibrant pattern of colors that just did not exist in nature. He wore an old, worn out, faded KISS t-shirt, a pair of Converse with no laces that looked like they were worn for 10 years, and a pair of sunglasses that were wire rimmed, and obviously sat on too many times as one lens was a good half inch lower then the other.
As the girl turned away, George looked her up and down like a lion appraising his next meal. For as little he actually interacted with her, he was dead set on 'landing' her. She was a beautiful girl, but all he saw was a decent substitute for masterbation that he didn't have to pay for... personally. But that was for later. Now, he had to degrade her to his friend, Randy. He turned a bit to the side and allowed his sunglasses to ease down his nose a bit and looked over them at his friend for the last 15 years, Randy Lorgano.
Unlike George who was basically a short rather fat slob of a man, Randy was tall, with broad shoulders and a perfect tan. He was of Italian and Australian decent, which made for an odd mix of blonde hair and olive skin. At one time he was a male model and he still could be, given the chance and the ambition. He was fine with being the friend of a rich brat that spent money as if it were water.
“You see the ass on that? Mmmm Too bad she's not from a decent family. I guess when I fuck her later I would feel too bad about hurting her feelings, it's not like anyone will care what she says, right?” George grunted out with a miserable smirk.
“Sure G... I guess were not going to dock tonight then?” Randy respoded, not paying much attention to his disgusting comments.
“No, we are, we have to pick up Barbara at like 9pm. So we have to start heading in soon. You know how that harbor can get at sunset. Fucking people all crowded around doing whatever.... that shit should be stopped. We really need to look into a private landing. The natives stink up everything else.”
“So, Your going to fuck the beer girl before picking up your girl friend who has been shopping all day? Are you sure thats a good idea?” Randy asked, trying to steer him to do something right for a change.
“I don't see a problem. I splooge all over Corona girls face, grab a quick shower and meet her at the dock... I help her lug the fifty fucking tons of clothes she bought today and act like the good boyfriend. She will be tired, want to go to bed, I'll head to the jacuzzi for a night cap, and maybe a piece of that bartender for last week” George smiled as he thought about his plan, and the pay off.
“You mean that little brown kid? What was his name.... Bernie or something?” Randy retorted almost chuckling.
“His name is... well, unpronounceable. I call him Bernie. He can suck a dick like there’s gold inside.”
“Dude, you are such a pig sometimes.....” Randy said more under his breath as he watched 'Corona girl' cross the deck again.
“Hey, don't harsh me cause I am Bi!” George almost shouted back, angrily.
“Being Bi isn't the issue, pedophilia and cheating on your wife is. But hey, not my problem. I just make sure no one kills you for being a dick. That reminds me, when are we going back to the casino? I need to pick up something there.” Randy asked, desperate to change the subject.
“Man, this is Malabar.... what happens in Malabar...well you know how it goes. Friday we are supposed to go to see some kind of fight between a guy and.... I think they said a cougar.” George answered as he calmed down and though on that contest.
“No shit, a cougar? The little brown man is going to make a nice mid-day snack. Aww. Fucking crazy.” Randy laughed a bit.
George sprung up to his feet and turned to Randy. “I am going to go unload on that chick. You tell the Captain to get this tub moving. I should have more then enough time to wreck her.”
Randy rolled his eyes. “Sure thing, stud... don't fuck her too hard and ruin her for all men.” He said dryly, with just a touch of sarcasm. He then also stood and walked off toward the elevator that lead to the bridge.
George made a bee line for the bar area and went inside threw the heavily tinted glass doors. Inside the lights were low, the carpet plush and the music low. A few girl were hanging around one of the tables, playing cards, which they quickly stopped when he entered. The stood and snapped to attention in a line up. The 'Corona girl' was a bit behind the others, she was new and didn't know what this was all about. She looked at her friend Anya and whispered....
“What are we doing?”
“He will take one of us... well, maybe more then one... “ Anya trailed off.
“What for?”
“Whatever he wants, he's the boss.”
“I didn't.... I mean... I'm not a hooker.... “
“No, your a server. Here that means more then a beer or a whiskey sour. You server his needs... all of them. Don't worry about the money, should you get chosen you will be properly rewarded.”
“Eww....there's not enough money in the..” She was interupted.
“You, the forward observation lounge in 10 minutes.” George sternly ordered, when she looked up, he was looking straight at her.
“Me?” She pleaded.
“Yes, you. Do I stutter? Get your ass moving, we need to talk about your... performance.”
She nodded and turned and headed off. Her face was a bright red, as her embarrassment was visible even under these dim lights.
On the way to the observation deck, Candice stopped by her quarters
and quickly ducked inside. She quickly stepped out of the one piece
swimsuit that she was wearing on deck to something more...
complicated. She put on some rather old fashioned granny panties that
were usually reserved for one or two 'special' days a month. They
looked terribly unattractive, she realized with a slight smile. It
might be enough to turn a man's stomach. But probably not George. He
was a slob and unfortunately would most likely not react at all. But
she had to try. Next, a pair of straight leg, Navy blue pants. They
were equally appealing, looking like a large glove on a tiny hand,
they hung baggy in all the wrong places. Her bra of choice was her
friend Anya's sports bra. It was a size too small and made her rather
full C cups look more like flattened out B's. Finally, a white button
down dress blouse, frills and all. She looked in the mirror and a
lone tear trailed down her cheek.
Candice then stepped closer to her dresser and picked up a large,
gaudy and unflattering locket. She looked it over and gently kissed
it's faux gold form before putting it on. She then tossed on a few
more trinkets including a rather clunky ring and several smallish gold
brackets. She turned her attention back to the mirror and shook her
head, halfway concerned with where it all fell, but not really. She
was afraid, not of George though. She was more afraid of Barbara.
But, her money was just as green as anyone's... and that’s all that
mattered. She drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes, thought for
a moment then quickly ex hailed and turned to the door. Without
hesitation she slipped out and saw no one in the hallway. She quickly
made her way to her rendezvous.
George impatiently tapped his foot. His anger was rising, and the
Beer girl was going to bare the pain of his anger. He thought about
what he would do to her. Humiliation, physical pain, and pretty much
anything short of murder was on the menu. Upon further though though
he decided that murder wouldn't be too difficult to cover up either,
but she deserved a chance to win her way back to his good side first.
He took a chug of his beer and sat back, trying to relax. As his back
found it's place on the long soda, the door slowly opened and the girl
same in. Actually, was it her? She went from a really hot girl in a
swimsuit to a woman that looked more like a middle school principle.
“Where the fuck have you been?” George barked at her.
“I....I needed to change.”
“You chose to look like that? Who's clothes are those? They look
like you stole them from a racket ball locker room in Melbourne.
Seriously, you look like you should be applying for retirement.”
George stacked the insults as he grew more and more angry, then
finally cracking a slight smile, knowing that his words were cutting
in to her worse then and blade could.
“I'm sorry, Sir. Would you like me to go change?”
“No, this just means I can be less then civil when I remove these.”
George stated with a straight, stoic gaze, as he slowly rose up to his
feet.”
“What do you mean? Remove?” She barely managed to get out as she took
a gulp to try to calm down.
“You are here to serve me. That means that you are mine, to do with
as I please. Be quiet about it, and you might learn to like it. Or
else... be made quiet.” George almost whispered to her as he slowly
made his way closer to her. The last words were so close that she
could smell the beer on his breath.
With the flick of his wrist from his pocket, a black Tanto knife
unfolded and locked into place. The sound made Candice jump before
she even saw what it was. Her eyes grew huge and immediately teared
up as the glint of steel caught her attention. He grabbed her by the
waistband of her pants and pulled her to him. Once she was in his
arms, the blade slid down the front of the pants and with almost no
effort sliced the material, with nothing to hold them up anymore, they
slowly ran down her shapely legs to pool about her ankles. He then
started to sloppily kiss her. He was a bit shorter then her, giving
her an advantage. She was able to tilt her head away from his frantic
barge of clumsy kissing and licking. She grimaced as she felt his
vile touch moving toward her breasts. As she tried to push away, the
knife blade slipped into the shirt where the buttons struggled to hold
it closed. Another flip and most of the buttons fell, scattering
around the room. She drew a quick breath as she felt herself exposed.
In her peripheral she noticed rope, coils of it, as well as some
other items that were in a glass cabinet that appears to have been
purposely left open.
“Please don't hurt me.” she whispered. As he prepared to knock her
down finally, he felt a quick stabbing pain in his neck, just behind
his ear. As the world quickly grew dark, he heard something that
almost scared him enough to keep her from the void. It was her... and
she was laughing... slowly... with no emotion, just the bone chilling
tone that he would never forget.
“Bitch I am going to kill you. No, not kill... I am going to
humiliate and hurt you, maybe cut that pretty little face up for you
and let you live. Unless you let me down from here right now.” George
said to her, he obviously was still in pain, but the anger was
quickly overtaking him.
Candice stepped to a table and picked up a folded piece of paper. It
looked like a newspaper clipping. She cleared her throat.
“Four women were found drugged and sexual assaulted in the
entertainment district of Baypore over the weekend. Police say they
have no leads yet, but some local residents stated that the attacks
happened during daylight hours and that the attacker spoke English.
No further details have been shared with the media, but we will
continue to follow this story.” She read the report out load just as
if she were a news reporter, with no emotion as she stared into his
eyes. She could see the reaction in his face, his guilt poured forth
like waves crashing against the rocks that they could hear. “Sounds
like we are almost to port.” She added with a smirk.
“W....what are you going to do to me?” George's tone quickly changed
to one of sincere shame.
“Oh, the best part.... The victims all worked in the area. They age
in a range from twelve to seventeen. It is also believed that at
least one of them was in fact male. No names or descriptions were
available at press time.” She shook her hear and could only manage to
mutter out “You sick fuck.”
“Yeah, that’s it.... I am sick. I need help. Like real help.”
George stated, trying to sound sincere but failing.
“What, you want pity now? Poor baby boner can't satisfy a woman so he
has to rape little kids? Is that what you think is going to happen
here? You have no idea. The only pity you will get is if I decide to
kill you sooner then later.” She almost snapped, but retained her
composure.
“Kill? Me? Why, what did I do to you? I barely even noticed you. We
can work something out, right? I have lot of money, I can pay you
whatever you want. Just name a price and I will pay it. Hell, I'll
pay double!” He said as he started to panic. As he talked she wheeled
over a cart, steel... with some heavy looking wires and what looked
like an oversized car battery.
“Your right, you barely noticed me. I was only sixteen. Do you
remember Jessica. Jessica Holden? You 'dated' her when you were
nineteen. She was seventeen.” She said as she turned to judge his
reaction.
“Your... Candice? Wow. I totally would never have guessed.” He said,
as he began to shake. Between the bleeding, the pain, and the panic
that just now crushed his soul just a little more, his physical being
was unable to control itself too well.
“Yes, that’s me. I look different. I had some surgery, thanks to
you. I be you don't know why, nor care.”
“No, I care. Really. What happened.”
“Do you remember December third 2001? The morning after you raped
and mutilated my sister?” She said, her words dripping with a deeply
held hatred. She continued to half spit and half growl her words.
“That next morning when I was rushing her to the hospital, I hit a
patch of ice and totaled her car. In the process I also killed her
and put myself into the ICU for six months. Most of my face is still
part of a tree out there somewhere. Oh George, don't you just love
this little drive down memory lane?” She mused as she hooked one of
the leads from the battery to the steel bar from which he was hanging.
She then took the other electrode and ran it down his chest. The
hungry electric current jumped out to strike him, but it was only just
close enough for a little arcing and mild shocks.
“Ow! That fucking hurts! Stop now, and you can leave. Seriously I
will give you a hundred grand and a ticket to anywhere you want to go.
Come on, you don't really want to do this.” He whined, trying to get
her to listen, even though he knew that she was never going to.
As the electrode moved down his abdomen he drew in a quick breath and
embraced for the incredible pain that was likely to be coming and
second. Then he heard one of the side doors over and close. He
turned to see who it was.
Randy heard the commotion and pulled out his Sig Sauer P226 and his
silencer. He quickly threaded the silencer in place as he listened at
the door to the conversation within. He took too long breaths as he
cocked his sidearm and then slowly opened the door and entered. As he
entered he witnessed a most peculiar situation. His 'friend' George
Morgen was naked, and being hung from the rafters by a series of large
fishing hooks threw his skin. A woman that he recognized stood next
to him, wearing some sort of tactical outfit, and holding a wire that
was connected to what appeared to be a marine battery on a cart.
“Randy! Finally! Dude, kill this bitch! She fucking hurt me, she hurt
me bad!” George shouted, suddenly almost gleeful in his fortune.
“Man, what kind of fucked up shit you into? Is that a marine battery?
Fuck, that must hurt. You really need to learn to settle down a
little.” Randy replied then turned his attention to the woman.
“Candice, the beer girl. You never mentioned torture on your
application. We would have given you a better job.” He said with a
slight smile as the weapon he held that was pointed at her moved and
coughed out as a forty caliber bullet burst out of the barrel and
slammed into George's hip, the resulting wound saw pieces of bone and
ample amounts of blood pour out onto the floor. George screamed as
loud as he could, barely keeping himself awake as the pain overtook
him.
“Sorry George. A little trivia for you here. Candice here... her
father is someone you know. Well her biological father. Her step
father you know well, from dealing with Jessica. Of course you never
saw them after that night. I wonder why. Still. Her father, a
rather good looking gentleman... knows how to precisely turn a ball
and socket joint into... well... pudding.” He said as he smiled. I'm
going to let you and Candice here finish. I have one thing to ask
you.”
“What, Randy? Anything. I will give you anything to get me out of
here! Please!” George struggled to speak as he weakened.
“You you want your body dumped in the sewer for the rats, or in the
ocean for the fish? I don't much care either way. When your father
asks what happened... well, George was under investigation for rape in
Baypore. He was also dealing with their local crime syndicate. I
guess he screwed over the wrong Indian. I tried to keep him safe but
he kept sneaking off the boat to troll the red district for ladyboys.
I am sorry I didn't report that to you, Mister Morgen, but I didn't
want to be the man to tell you what your son was doing with your
fortune.” Randy smirked and laughed a bit. “It's been fun kid, just
think at least Barbara gets taken care of this way. We were going to
make it look like a suicide. But frankly, we couldn't find anything
more depressing then the roll of rich scumbag that you already played
so well. Not much incentive to eat a bullet if your getting your
rocks off regularly and living like royalty. Anyway, you two have
fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.” Randy rather dryly stated as
he turned and walked back out the door from which he had entered.