Dear Reader:
This is part 3 of a 10 part project.

By itself this part is a brutal tale about Jeff’s pitiful attempt to get a sex slave.

If the detailed account of the horrific disposal of someone’s dead body offends you, you might want to read something else.

Jeff was aching to tell Fred about his preparations for holding a female hostage in the powder storage room but he knew that it would be a mistake unless he wanted it broadcast throughout the land. Fred’s gossipy ways would have been better suited to an old person shooting the breeze with neighbors about everything under the sun over a beer, coffee, or the fence and telling everything they knew or thought they knew. Not known for great wisdom or academic accomplishments but instead for being a big, lumbering mass Fred was a good deal stronger than most of the other males whether older or the same age that lived in the area. His bulk allowed him to bully anyone who would cower at his size. But he was indeed a coward and with a little pushback would stop his bullying and retreat with his tail between his legs. With dark brown hair, brown wide set eyes, strong jaw line, and cleft chin, he was natively handsome. But his hygiene left a lot of room for improvement. The best single phrase to describe Fred was offensively dirty. Most of the time his hair was unwashed, uncombed, and uncut. Bathing wasn’t something he did often. Normally he smelled like a musty old laundry room. Jeff had learned long ago how to easily manipulate Fred and get him to do whatever he wanted him to do.

To cross the channel between island and mainland a free ferry operated 24 hours a day. For travel to the mainland from the island, the alternative to the ferry was to drive to the city of Stonetown, then the interstate toward Redville, and turn off to Raymond on a main road 15 miles before reaching Redville. Most people travelling between the island and the mainland chose the ferry. During overnight hours the ferry crossed every 2 hours instead of every 45 minutes. After crossing from the island on the ferry, vehicles could continue on the main road for 20 or so miles until they reached Raymond. On both the mainland and island sides near the ferry landing adjacent to or off the main road a number of convenience stores, bars, and small businesses operated to serve the needs of people coming off the island after they ran out of beer, food, or any other thing they needed. Out of beer, Jeff and Fred were ready to leave the lighthouse. Fred called it an evening and decided to head home but Jeff wasn’t ready. Three miles from the ferry to the left of the main road about one and a half miles Jeff knew a bar that stayed open as long as legally permissible and even after the legal closing time would allow familiar patrons to remain in the bar drinking and partying. Being well known to the staff Jeff decided that would be the bar he stopped at to continue his partying. Pulling into the bar parking lot Jeff recognized the car with the couple he watched having sex on the island from the lighthouse parapet. The bar was a typical seashore type of drinking establishment. Musty smelling, a faint odor of weed, and even though it was dimly lit the bartender recognized Jeff as soon as he walked through the door. With a cold beer in hand he turned on the bar stool so that he could see if the couple he observed was in the bar. The man in the plaid western style was lining up a shot on the pool table but he didn’t see the woman. Maybe she had gone her own way. After taking his shot but missing the guy sat down next to the table. It didn’t take long for Jeff to see why. The woman in the western style shirt returned to the pool game. After taking her shot, she sat on a bar stool next to the cue rack with her hands holding the cue. The bottom of the cue rack sat about 30 inches off the floor. Using the rack as a rough guide, Jeff estimated her height as closer to 5 foot 8 inches instead of his earlier estimate of 5 foot 6 inches from across the channel. At that height with tits the size of hers, 110 pounds would be too thin. She was slender but not skinny. Jeff estimated her breasts size as about that of a small to medium orange and much too large for 110 pounds. As she walked the absence of a bra allowed her breasts to bounce but because of their size they didn’t move a lot. What bouncing and swaying they did have was quite sexy. Jeff estimated her breasts at between B and C and after doing a quick search of his memory bank Jeff estimated that at 5 foot 8 and cups between B and C her weight ought to be between 115 and 120. Her hair was not as dark as he originally thought but it was shoulder length. From his vantage point on the bar stool it looked between light and medium sandy brown. She moved around the pool table taking shots when it was her turn with a comfortable stride that showed self- assurance but not cockiness.

He wanted to get closer for a better look. Jeff recognized the game they were playing as eight ball. When the guy seemed to be lining up the eight ball to make the final shot and end the game Jeff thought that as long as the woman stayed around Jeff would ask to play a game with the guy so that he could get a closer look at her. With a fresh beer, he approached the table, put his money on the table, and complimented the guy on winning the game.

“Good shot! Do you mind if I play?”

“Well, I came with the woman there. Can we play a game where we all three can play?”

Jeff asked him, “What do you have in mind?”

“Maybe we don’t have to play anything to win. Just take turns taking shots until all the balls are sunk?”

“That sounds like fun.”

The guy turned to the woman, “How about you?”

The woman chimed in, “That does sound fun. You can count me in.”

Up close Jeff could see that she had a perky almost pouty mouth, a narrow straight nose, and sleepy brown bedroom eyes. Jeff couldn’t tell if she was drunk or if her eyes were naturally that way. From her movements around the table she didn’t seem drunk but he thought she might be a little tipsy. They continued taking turns sinking or at least trying to sink a ball until all were in. Jeff complimented them on how much fun it was and asked if they wanted to play another game like that.

The guy said, “I need to call it a night. I have to be in a meeting tomorrow afternoon and need to be going along.”

The guy turned to the woman, “If you want to you’re welcome to stay. It’s your choice.”

Jeff couldn’t believe his good fortune when she asked Jeff if he would give her a ride if she stayed.

“Sure. I’ll give you a ride.”

“Okay. I don’t feel like calling it a night. I’ll stay.”

To the guy she said, “It’s been fun. If I don’t see you again, good luck with your meeting and the rest of what you have going on.”

“Thanks for the companionship tonight. I enjoyed it.”

With a, “So long guys.” he left them at the bar.

At almost the same time Jeff and the woman said their good-byes to the guy and Jeff wondered to himself how to play this out.

Should I just party with her and hope she will suck me off like she did the guy?

Or should I go ahead and use the room at the lighthouse to hold her and have sex with her whenever I want?

One way or another I am going to fuck her tonight.

If I’m going to fuck her tonight, I should keep her drinking.

“Would you like a beer?”

“Yes I would.”

“Do you know how to rack the balls for eight ball?