Twice before, Willow Bay and Daryn Kagan had viciously attacked Paula Zahn and, on both occasions, they'd ended up beaten and humiliated. But jealous rage was once again driving them to yet another attack. This time, they believed, things were going to be different.
The problem in the past had been Kyra Phillips. Kyra wasn't a typical news anchor -- she had SWAT team and Air Force training in her background and she had unleashed her superior combat skills with full force on Daryn, completely demolishing the outclassed redhead.
As they laid in the bed they now shared, Willow and Daryn plotted their new attack on Paula, one that would surely succeed. They'd learned that Paula had booked a weekend getaway in Bermuda. Since Kyra was CNN's weekend anchor, there was no way she could interfere if they went after Paula in Bermuda on Sunday.
Daryn also suggested they take out an additional
"insurance policy." She recruited early morning anchor
Carol Costello to join their conspiracy. Willow cackled with glee
- they'd attack Paula three against one while Kyra was blissfully
ignorant of what was happening while she was still back in Atlanta
broadcasting!
The plan was brilliant! They booked three tickets to Bermuda under
assumed names. Willow, Daryn and Carol were now poised to become
that which they'd began to call themselves as they devised their
plan, "Paula's Bermuda Triangle."
As Paula prepared to board her flight to Bermuda,
she heard a friendly hello from behind her. Deborah Marchini,
CNN's Wall Street reporter was taking the same flight! Deborah
was planning to film a report on the off-shore tax sheltered corporations
that Bermuda was famous for. The two CNNer's, who had never really
had a chance to talk before, struck up a fast friendship during
the flight.
As so often happens whenever you put two CNN staffers together,
the conversation eventually turned to the rampant gossip about
Willow and Daryn. Like Paula, Deborah despised Willow, who had
treated her with arrogance throughout her tenure as co-host of
Moneyline.
"Paula, I still have the day they threw that hag off Moneyline circled on my calendar. In fact, you're invited to my special anniversary party," Deborah said.
Paula told Deborah, in full detail, about the humiliation she'd given Willow in Arizona and Deborah laughed until her stomach ached.
After landing in Bermuda, the new fast friends waited
for their baggage. At the same time, another flight from Atlanta
was also landing. As Paula and Deborah claimed their bags, they
looked up and saw the smiling face of CNN weatherwoman Rosey Edeh
who had also just arrived from Atlanta. Rosey was in Bermuda to
film a report on the upcoming hurricane season. The three women
were excited to find they were staying at the same resort and
agreed to meet for lunch the next day.
Three hours later, another flight from Atlanta arrived and Daryn,
Carol and Willow slithered down the jetway. They collected their
bags and headed for same resort Paula had booked herself into.
They checked into a luxurious suite with a very inviting king
sized bed. The conspirators wasted no time in getting comfortable.
Newcomer Carol quickly made a favorable first impression on Willow
as her active tongue worked her insatiable pussy into a frothy
frenzy. Hours of three-way action left the three women exhausted
and they soon nodded off and spend a peaceful night as vivid images
of their revenge danced in their twisted little heads.
As the sun came up, the three conspirators arose and, after another round of hot, steamy sexual abandon, they showered together then slipping into sexy bikinis while they awaited a hearty room service breakfast. When the cart arrived, the three women surrounded the room service waitress as Daryn grabbed the startled woman by the hair. The frightened and intimidated waitress quickly told Daryn which room has Paula's. Also, she confessed, Ms. Zahn's breakfast was to be delivered just ten minutes later.
The trio of villainesses quickly devoured their breakfasts, then rushed down the hall and waited outside Paula's room. As the same waitress rolled the cart down the hall, Willow lifted her finger to her lips in a 'be quiet' sign and handed the waitress a crisp $100 bill. The waitress rang the door bell and, as Paula came to the door, Daryn pushed the waitress out of the way. As the door opened, Willow caught a glimpse of Paula wearing only a bathrobe as Daryn and Carol pushed the breakfast cart swiftly through the door, knocking the anchorwoman to the floor in a swirl of flying bathrobe and bare, thrashing legs.
In a flash, Willow was on the blonde anchorwoman, rudely grabbing Paula's hair, and shaking her head back and forth. Paula tried to fight back, clawing Willow's hands as she pulled Paula up to a sitting position just as Daryn drove her foot forward, driving her heel deep into Paula's soft belly. With Paula gagging and gasping for air, Daryn dropped to her knees in front of Paula and vicious slapped her face, forehand and backhand until her pale cheeks were flushed and red.
Willow dragged the dazed, out-of-breath Paula backward across the floor until Carol and Daryn were able to capture her ankles. The two conspirators punched and twisted Paula's legs until they got them spread them wide apart at which point Carol took a banana from Paula's fruit bowl and roughly jammed it into her exposed and vulnerable snatch. Carol worked the banana in the moist opening with a skilled master's touch as Paula's face flushed, tears of humiliation rolled down her pink cheeks and Willow cackled evilly in admiration.
Meanwhile, Daryn slipped out of her bikini bottom, preparing to enjoy a full measure of revenge. With Willow still firmly controlling Paula by the hair and Carol now straddling one thigh and using her knee to keep the other wedged aside, Daryn stood straddling Paula's face and smiled down at their victim. Then she slowly squatted until her aroused pussy was firmly in place over Paula' nose and mouth. Putting her hands behind her head, Daryn began to slowly and seductively grind her hips on Paula's face. Daryn licked her lips as she felt Paula's nose working it's way deep into her sopping snatch.
Two minutes later, Daryn had climaxed and Willow was pleading, "My Turn! My Turn!"
Reluctantly, Daryn stood up, giving the barely conscious Paula a brief chance to gasp in some air. Willow completely removed her bikini and moved into position on Paula's face. She rudely pulled Paula's head forward by the hair, slamming her mouth into contact with her pussy as she threw back her head and laughed.
"Serve your Mistress, slave," Willow growled.
Paula dazed by her beating and weak from lack of oxygen, complied, delving her tongue deep into Willow's womanhood and swirling it with surprising skill around her clitoris, flicking the hard little button and sucking on it noisily. From behind her friend, Carol reached around and began to seductively massage Willow's perky breasts. Far too quickly for her twisted need for revenge, ecstasy overcame Bay and Paula's face was washed with a geyser of her hot, orgasmic juice.
As Willow straddled Paula's prostrate form, panting and aglow with the aftereffects of her orgasm, she glanced over to Daryn and suggested they order a bottle of champagne to celebrate the victory. Just as Daryn reached for the phone to call room service, the phone rang. In her confusion, Daryn picked it up and said, "Hello" before realizing her mistake and awkwardly hanging up. On the other end of the line, Deborah Marchini became suspicious. She called Rosey and told her to meet her at Paula's room immediately. Meanwhile, Daryn had regained her wits and called room service to order the victory champagne.
By the time Daryn had ordered the champagne, Carol and Willow had turned Paula over, dragged her rudely into the bedroom, and were taking turns spanking her bare butt beet red. With her mouth stuffed with Willow's panties, Paula could only moan and squirm a little, being held firmly in the grip of her two assailants.
In a few minutes, Deborah and Rosey arrived at Paula's door. Just as they were about to knock, the waiter arrived with Daryn's victory champagne. Since their faces were familiar to the CNNaholic waiter, he naturally assumed they'd come to enjoy the bubbly with their colleague. He rang the bell, and Daryn, wearing nothing but Paula's terry cloth robe, opened the door.
Before Daryn knew what was happening, Rosey burst past her into the room. Deborah quickly followed, elbowing Daryn in the belly, knocking the breath out of her as she bowled her over, sending her crashing backward onto the sofa, her untied robe falling open and sliding down and off her. In a heartbeat, the duo of Deborah and Rosey became a powerful fighting force. Rosey jumped on Daryn to pin her, while Deborah scooped Daryn's discarded bikini bottom off the floor and stuffed it in her mouth to stop her from raising an alarm to alert her co-villainesses in the bedroom to their arrival.
Prior to joining CNN, Rosey had been an Olympic class hurdler. She was in superb condition and quickly and quickly established dominance over the game Daryn who, despite her struggling, was easily overcome. Deborah just sat back and enjoyed Daryn's utter destruction as Rosey wrapped her powerful legs around Daryn and powered her back onto the sofa using a schoolgirl pin. Once she had the redhead under control, Rosey sat up and began to knead and mash Daryn's lush breasts like she was working two lumps of pizza dough. Rosey used a series of little known (but excruciatingly painful) Canadian Eskimo nipple torture techniques that rapidly had Daryn's eyes bugging out of her head! Poor Daryn, gagged as she was, was unable even to scream to relieve the awful pain! Finally, feeling Daryn had suffered enough - for the time being, Rosey landed a perfect right cross to the jaw that put Daryn to sleep.
As Rosey climbed off Daryn's motionless naked body, Deborah picked up the champagne bottle. Deborah's body quivered with a major adrenaline rush as she thought, now it's time to see my old pal Willow. Rosey silently turned the knob to the bedroom door as Willow and Carol continued their assault on Paula's fanny completely oblivious of the invaders sneaking in behind them. Naturally, they assumed that the door they heard opening was their co-conspirator Daryn.
As Willow turned to look back over her shoulder, she had a sinister, satisfied grin on her thin lips. She realized that something had gone terribly wrong with her plans and her face lost its prideful glow and became ashen. Just at that moment, Deborah's champagne bottle crashed with devastating impact into Willow's temple. As Willow's limp body swooned backward and tumbled off the bed, Rosey was dragging Carol off of Paula's pink body by the hair. She drew back her fist, preparing to teach her the same lesson Daryn had just learned to her chagrin.
With Willow down and stunned from the bottle attack, Deborah wasted no time liberating Paula and removing the gag from her mouth while Rosey dealt with Carol.
"I know you have issues with this slut," Deborah said pointing to the groaning Willow Bay. "But I REALLY have issues with her. Can I finish this up for you one on one?"
Paula smiled at her liberator, and as she took stock of the situation, she realized that Daryn must be somewhere else in need of her special attention.
"Sure Deborah," she said. "Have all the fun you want with Willow. I'll find someone else to occupy myself with."
With a wicked smirk on her face, Paula reached down and gently caressed her snatch. A little face-sitting vengeance might be in order and it would certainly help alleviate the tingling sensation she'd been feeling as Willow and Carol paddled her bottom.
Deborah jerked the still dazed Willow to her feet, slammed her back up against the wall and turned her former tormentor's lithe body into a punching bag. Willow's naked body was painted like a canvas with an abstract pattern of red splotches as Deborah's fists slammed it relentlessly. Deborah remembered every insult she'd been forced to endure while she worked with Willow, especially the "fat" girl jokes.
After a couple of minutes of brutal body work, Deborah had Willow spaghetti-legged. She reached back and unleashed all her pent-up rage as she hurled one final punch which exploded on the point of Willow's jaw. The impact bounced her off the wall and Willow's legs locked as she tumbled facefirst forward, her demolished body landing, and bouncing, on the bed.
A second later, Carol's almost lifeless body recoiled from Rosey's final KO punch and toppled over to land sprawled across Willow's! Rosey turned and gave Deborah an exuberant high-five, then they took the time to arrange the loser's bodies into the same 69 position in which they'd spent much of the previous evening, using the belts from the robes, their bikini's and some of Paula's bras to bind them securely so they couldn't escape.
Deborah and Rosey returned to the living area, champagne in hand to find Paula moaning as she gyrated rhythmically on top of Daryn's prostrate body, her womanhood completely covering Daryn nose and mouth. Paula grunted, closed her eyes slowly as her moans became more rapid. Then, with a scream, she climaxed, leaving Daryn's face drenched with her juice and gasping for air.
Once Paula caught her breath, she accepted a glass of champagne from Rosey, then took a seat on the sofa next to Daryn's limp, gasping body. As she and her friends enjoyed a glass of the bubbly, Paula extended her legs and played with Daryn's nipples between her toes as the happy victors' chatted and made lunch plans.
"After lunch, we must come back and do this again," Paula gushed, stroking her thick, matted pussy as her toes plucked and pulled on Daryn's erect nipples. "I haven't felt this good in weeks and there's still two more who haven't satisfied me yet."
"Sounds good to me," Deborah said, winking
at Rosey. "From all I've heard about Daryn and Willow, I
can't wait to see if they're half as good as the water cooler
gossips say they are."
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