Stalking Juicy Breeder

The sea floor showing the Puerto Rico Trench

The Photo: The sea floor around the BVI showing the Puerto Rico Trench in violet just to the east of the Virgin Islands. The trench is 800 kilometers (497 mi) long and has a maximum depth of 8,648 meters (28,373 ft) or 5.373 miles at Milwaukee Deep, which is the deepest point in the Atlantic Ocean and the deepest point not in the Pacific Ocean.

Juicy’s stalker: The other night I was tutoring Tom on ballet-sex a position. I was surprised he wasn’t familiar with where the woman is en pointe a la seconde bent over holding on to the barre or a table or chair back while her partner enters her from behind. It was late and after Tom had taken me several times and given me a series of marvelous orgasms my adrenaline was peaks so I stayed to work off the high and try to come down slowly to prevent the depression I get after exquisite sex. I was bourréeing back and forth across the studio when I heard the sound of footsteps across the floor and without turning thinking Tom was back asked him if he was having trouble sleeping.  Suddenly I was grabbed around my neck and thrown across the room. Fortunately I have the ability to land on my feet in most cases and managed to do it again just before I hit the wall with my back partially knocking the breath out of me. The first thing the man said was to ask why I’d changed my hair color to red since blond suited me much better. I’ve never been blond and I realized he must have mistaken me for Juicy.

Fortunately he had a knife rather than a gun with which he could have kept his distance to kill me. I was in no doubt that was what he intended because he went into a rant about how I was a tease and whore and he was going to slit me” all the way from your pussy to tits”. That really got my adrenaline flowing because I’ve never taken money for sex and I wasn’t anxious to get cut either. It was only later that I wondered why I never screamed and realized he still thought of me as Juicy and she may well have taken money for sex. I’m glad I didn’t think of that immediately. I was very very angry that a man was after me with a knife in my own home and it reached the point in my rage when things seem to go into slow motion and I tend to think very clearly. It was him or me.

I’m fairly good at reading body language and realized that he was going to lunge at me so I kept circling to prevent being backed in a corner and moved out on to the balcony from which there is a long three floor drop to a tile patio overlooking the cove. I feigned a run for the door and he lunged. I was wearing suede tipped GM pointes and had excellent traction and was able to stop and he missed grabbing me with his free hand as he rushed passed. He was still running as I used the energy in my forward movement to  kick him in the knee of his forward leg supporting all his weight. His knee joint shattering made a wonderful crunching sound followed by his scream as he hit the balcony railing and pitched headfirst over it followed almost immediately by a wet sounding splat as though a melon had been dropped and a heavy thud. After I stopped my lunge I looked over the railing. His brains were all over the tile patio and his broken knee allowed his leg to fold forward with the foot twisted backward.

Tidying up: I woke Jack and Juicy and told them what happened. Juicy said the guy had been stalking her for the past eight months and she thought she had been able to disappear successfully even though she had a court order in the UK to keep him from bothering her. She was very relieved that he was no longer capable of stalking her. We took the ID out of his pockets and burnt it and she slit his belly to allow decomposing gas to vent. Then we rolled the body into a tarp and cleaned the blood and spatter off the patio with bleach. We took the body down to the zodiac in a laundry cart and out to the Wanton Lass and wrapped and locked the tarp in 30 feet of heavy chain taken from a storage locker on the pier and took the Wanton Lass out into North sound and a 50 mile run out to the Puerto Rico Trench to dispose of the body. We had good weather and got back in time for morning ballet class.

We left the stalker’s rental sloop anchored in the cove after checking on board that he had left nothing to indicate an interest in Juicy. However, we did find three passports with his photo on them as well as cash in USD and Euros. Also he was keeping a scrapbook of clippings about his exploits as a bank robber in the EU where according to the stories he had killed at least three people in a series of robberies over an interval of eighteen months. Given that level of violence I wondered again why he hadn’t come for Juicy with a pistol rather than a knife. Rental boats are abandoned more than you might think. However, the security deposit usually covers any retrieval costs.

Security – adding Facial recognition: Given this security breach I’ve added a facial recognition feature to my HD surveillance system. All the workers and guests will have their faces mapped into the image DB and when the system is on only those people the system recognizes will be allowed anywhere in the inner perimeter and the villa w/o setting off an alarm.  Given the problem with Juicy’s stalker we erased the video of his attack and his accidental fall to the patio from the hard drive and server back-up. Fortunately we deleted the footage before it uploaded the day’s events to the cloud. So now the only record is the encrypted footage that I copied to a thumb drive that has been sent to my bank at home.

Burst disc venting scene – an update: We have changed the location from where we were initially testing the burst disc rupture scene. It was in a 30 ft deep part of the cove and Jack and I hit the bottom once while being tumbled which stirred up a lot of sand that wouldn’t be good if burst-girl was trying to get the reg in her mouth while in a cloud of sand. We came near being forced into the sandy bottom twice more while the venting was tumbling us. So we moved the location to the depression at the mouth of the aquifer outflow which is about 65 – 70 ft deep. It’s quite cold (about 65°) in the fresh water at the bottom, but we will be starting the scene near the surface in salt water with a temp in the mid 70s so Tom should be able to perform w/o problems from the water temp and if they get tumbled deeper there is seaweed growth on the floor which should cushion being forced into the bottom.  We also increased the size of the man’s tank from 80 to 130 cu ft HP steel. We hadn’t run out of air, but we came close once with us both sucking off his 80 and near panic we weren’t using air conservation techniques since we were just trying to survive. If they are forced to the bottom at 70 ft in fresh water our divemaster doesn’t think the overweighting will be enough to endanger the scene as long as the man’s BC is functioning.

Pro training, first penetrative encounter with Junior

Reflexions flat spring diaphragm a pro’s 1^st choice

Summer school:  I’m continuing escort training for Cyndi and Bea while we are here on Virgin Gorda. They are actually enjoying it as they get to train their vaginal muscles with stainless steel ball bearings. They are up to wearing a 1.25 inch solid steel set each ball weighing 4.61 oz. Having a 16 and an almost 18 y/o girl able to comfortably and confidently take pointe class with more than a half pound of stainless steel tightly gripped by the muscles of their vaginas is a major confidence building accomplishment and they enjoy sunbathing with them inserted and moving the balls one at a time up and down their vaginal barrels. Working with the 1.25 in. balls is about the heaviest weight practical and they have mastered the necessary grip quicker than I did.  

Training ball maintenance: There are some housekeeping issues when training with steel balls. The acidic Ph of the vagina can begin to corrode the surface after prolonged use as can training with them in chlorinated pool water or in salt water encountered with swimming and diving in the ocean even when washed thoroughly after each use. To prevent this, a small amount of a high quality silicone intimate lube can be used to coat the balls prior to insertion.  We use DiveGel+. That serves two purposes it makes the ball harder to grip increasing the strength and stamina required to wear them and prevents the vaginal fluids or any water flooding the vagina from interacting with the polished surface of the steel ball. 

Pelvic requirements for training with steel balls: While all women can get some benefit from training with 4.6 oz steel balls while lying on our backs to get the full benefit – being able to stand, walk, dance and swim with them inserted - a woman needs a pronounced post-pubic vault in which the balls can rest against the back of the pubic bone even when the muscles in the vaginal barrel are gripping them. Otherwise the balls will drop out when the woman stands or bears down for a bowel movement and relaxes her grip. A very high percentage of women have deep post-pubic vaults, but a few don’t and some of those who want to be capable of the full range of escort services will have surgery to create a deep post-pubic vault just to be able to effectively use a diaphragm and heavy vaginal training balls.

Pro level vaginal training:  Being able to successfully manipulate vaginal balls while a diaphragm is inserted and a silicone lube is being used to protect the steel surfaces of 4.6 oz balls from the acidic environment is one of the ultimate vaginal skills demonstrating the strength, stamina and agility of a woman’s vaginal muscles. The dome of the diaphragm slippery with natural lube as well as silicone lube makes manipulating the heavy balls up and down the vaginal barrel a challenge, but with dedication it is an achievable goal.  

For Cyndi and Bea’s training they are wearing Reflexions FS latex diaphragms just as the professional girls do because (as returning readers will recall) a properly sized and correctly inserted Reflexions is extremely difficult to under-thrust, even for the most experienced swordsman and the wonderfully stretchy dome has much better heat transfer properties than does a silicone device. Personally, I think Reflexions develops a stronger seal so I usually wear Reflexions, over a Sucker, when with a man who has a very high fertility probability either from testing his semen or his paternity record with his partners.   

As I’ve mentioned before the Reflexions flat spring latex diaphragm is the style preferred by professional escorts where I live. Many of the young ones who have grown up with hormonal contraceptives are now switching to the Reflexions diaphragm, for two reasons; they are tired of hormonal side effects and there is a growing interest from their clients in having sexual encounters with women protected only by a cervical barrier. Most of the girls have tried FemCap and found it unsatisfactory either because it didn’t fit correctly or because it hurt their clients so the Professionals are returning to their grandmother’s cervical barrier, the diaphragm.

Dolphins and diaphragms: Today I am CD 20 and had my first penetrative encounter with Junior! For my encounters with him I’m wore a Sucker screwed down tight on my cervix and my standard 80 mm Reflexions FS latex D over it.  He saw me coming in the zodiac and met me on the surface over the lava tube. I anchored to the dive buoy that has a deco stop rope attached and checking my gear – My vintage beavertail jacket, an OTS Guardian FFM, a 130 cu ft HP steel tank of Nitrox and a Scuba Pro Ladyhawk BC - one last time then went over the side of the zodiac and Junior was all over me immediately I was in the water and I let him push me to the bottom.

I was lucky Junior took me to the bottom in the lava tube where it is relatively smooth and clear of sand because of the current. I was glad to have the cage over my K-valve as he pushed me along the bottom until my tank hit some lava rock where it caught. I was worried that if I was dragged along a sandy bottom sand could get stirred up and get into our moving parts or the valves on my FFM. Junior’s penis is about 2 inches in diameter and he had no problem finding where to place it to push it into me.  As I wrote above I’ve been working on strengthening my grip and since there was no foreplay involved I thought I’d get right to the purpose of our encounter and initiate the fluid transfer by contracting my muscles around his glans and got almost immediate results.  

I was so glad I was wearing the Reflexions as I could feel the soft dome stretch when he thrust into both my fornices, but particularly the anterior one where the latex squeezed his glans. He liked that enough that by the third time he came in me - he had nine other ejaculations during that 35 minute encounter - he learned to aim for my anterior fornix while my muscle contractions milked his shaft.

I think there is misinformation about the velocity of a dolphin’s ejaculate. While it’s very fast having him cum in me wasn’t harmful or even uncomfortable nor were any of the other encounters I had with Freckles several years ago.  Junior filling me with his thick bioadhesive semen feels like a sort of soft fisting (because of the quantity of his load) before it squirts out of me around the shaft of his penis in a thick cloud.  There is so much of it! Studies have shown that an adult male can produce more than 60 ml of semen per ejaculation which, if you think of a human male’s orgasm as releasing up to 5 ml of semen, is twelve times the amount of genital fluid! Then there is the fact that during a normal breeding encounter a male dolphin may ejaculate ten or more times so during our encounter I became covered in semen since the current was carrying it over my body and head where it stuck to the lens of my FFM making it difficult to see even though I’d wipe it off each time he came in me. . Fortunately dolphin semen doesn’t coagulate a few minutes after release as some animals do to prevent another male’s sperm from reaching the females egg.

Afterward: When he was finished he withdrew nuzzled me gently away from the rocks where my tank had been caught and seeing I was free swam away. At the time I had no idea that I’d been on the bottom with him for 35 minutes! I was exhausted, but elated to have had such a loving encounter with another intelligent species and be able to enjoy and tell about it afterward. I didn’t inflate my BC just finned up to the deco stop at 30 feet and clipped on for a 15 minute ‘just-in-case’ decompression stop before surfacing and climbing into the zodiac I use as a diving platform.  Unlike human semen dolphin ejaculate doesn’t liquefy 20 minutes after release so I was still Kegeling out his thick semen as I pulled the zodiac up on the beach.

 

Exploring tidal caves

Diver zipping herself into a heavy rubber drysuit

Dive Chicks: I’m rethinking why Himself, who is known for his bad temper and dislike of most people, was so accommodating in letting Anya and me visit Crag Abbey. Aside from the sex the old bull was getting with us being ‘new tail’ for him and the fact that with our escorts and Cyndi’s he has three men with military backgrounds and who are expert shots to go hunting with as well as his son, John, who at 37 is taking an advanced degree at Oxford after time in the Royal Marines. As I mentioned before I’m having a wonderful time, but in hindsight it seems to be working out almost too well, though in the U.S. Cyndi is my Ward and we were recommended to him by the Duchess, who returning readers will remember now lives permanently on Virgin Gorda.

What got me to thinking about the possibility of there being more than just gratitude for taking care of Cyndi was him asking us, or at least me, to bring my diving gear along. I didn’t give it much thought at the time, but the Abbey is on a cloud shrouded 2,600 ft crag on the range over looking the Atlantic coast so the opportunities to go diving at the Abbey – other than in the heated pool - seemed nonexistent, until a few days ago when at breakfast Himself wanted to know what dive gear I brought. The Duke said his divemaster recommended twin aluminum 80 cu/ft tanks for diving in the tidal pools and caves on the western coast where he has oceanfront property as part of the Abbey’s dependencies. Before he had never mentioned where and what the diving was to be.

I first told everyone at the breakfast table my new modified Orca Alpha 2011 wetsuit because I love wearing it and it makes my body look even sleeker than it is which, even though the body sheath is mainly 5mm neoprene, is a delight to wear. The Orca Alpha is designed for triathlon competition so it is extremely flexible and very buoyant which I find convenient because I dive a lot with twin steel 130 cu/ft tanks which are very negatively buoyant even when empty so the suit buoyancy lets me get by with minimum inflation in my BCD and increases it’s overall lift capability with my gear config. The wetsuit Anya is diving is a 5mm O’Neill. Both our suits have the optional hoods. The only problem with wearing a standard Orca is that there is no relief zipper not that I mind peeing in it, but w/o a relief zipper I can’t have sexual penetration by a man underwater so I had the crotch modified to add a relief zipper.

Cave diving in drysuits: Of course when diving the North Atlantic, even in the summer, you need more than a wetsuit if you plan to be in the water for more than a few minutes. So I was glad I’d had the foresight to also bring one of my black Avon heavy rubber drysuits along with thermal undies to wear under it because the ocean water off the Isle of Skye is very cold. I’m using an OTS Guardian FFM that has the reg on the side and an ambient breathing valve which is great for air conservation while in the water prior to diving or awaiting retrieval. I think a FFM is much safer in case of being tossed around by heavy surf or losing consciousness so I don’t expel my reg.

John is an excellent swimmer and wears a GNT drysuit. He used to dive and play in the tidal caves during the summers in his teens so he offered to take me and Anya to see the extent of them. Anya begged off, I think she wants to get Penelope alone as I’ve seen them looking longingly at each other. Returning readers know Anya is Bi and from the way I’ve seen Penelope looking at her there is certainly a strong attraction between them. So it was just John and I who went diving the tidal caves. The tides around the Isle of Skye have a range of from 9 to 15 or more feet between low and high tides so the caves are very dangerous. John says the caves have been and still are used by smugglers and swimmers even with SCUBA can be easily trapped and drowned by a rising tide. Most of the bodies that have been recovered have been wearing European dive gear and were strangers to the area.

We took a Land Rover down to a cottage – a four hour drive - near a tiny beach on one of the Duchy’s oceanfront properties and there spent the night. The next morning the caretaker had a small Zodiac on the beach for us at low tide. Before we donned our drysuits John milked me so that I was good for 5 or 6 hours w/o needing to have my breasts emptied again. After stepping into our drysuits, before we sealed ourselves into them we put on special strap-on boots over our drysuit booties. The strap-ons have soles that scrape the slime off rocks and have suction cups designed to hold the wearer’s feet securely to the smooth rocks. John said the boots were a huge improvement over the corrugated soles of drysuit booties, but even so there was no guarantee that the wearer wouldn’t slip so care was needed in placing my feet on tide-smoothed and slippery rocks in the caves. We wore no BCDs relying on managing the air in our drysuits to control our buoyancy. That was risky given that we could be thrown against the rocks by tidal surges, but John said the surfaces were smooth so being thrown against a rock wall was more likely to break bones than puncture our suits and I was up for the added risk.

The caves we were to explore were just down the coast so it took us about 20 minutes to get there after we got through the surf getting off the rocky beach. John is an expert with the Zodiac and timed our entrance through the mouth of the cave perfectly so we were swept in by a wave and the light from the entrance penetrated about 100 feet into the cave before we had to turn on the LED lanterns that we brought along. We still had small long-life waterproof LED torches in our utility belts. John tied off the Zodiac to an outcropping and we fastened ourselves into our tank harnesses and fitted our FFMs over our hoods and checked the seals. I turned on the boats location beacon and we checked our receivers to make sure we could pick it up to use as an aid to getting back to the boat. Then we eased over the side and into the icy water.

An unwelcome discovery: John wanted to show me the submerged part of the cave where as a teen he had set up a ‘secret room’ of the sort he said male teens like to do so we took the LED lanterns and swam under a rock wall that barely showed an opening at low tide and about 30 feet further along a ten foot wide tunnel and when the walls of the tunnel disappeared entered a pitch black room where we headed for the surface. I opened my ambient breathing valve (ABV) and gagged at the scent. I quickly closed the valve and purged my mask trying to get as much of the cloyingly sweet scent of decaying flesh out of it as possible. John had smelled it too so still breathing off our tanks I followed him up a series of stone ledges, rather like steps, to a part of the cave that was above high water even during spring tides and there we found a dead diver.

She didn’t seem to have been dead long although the chilled conditions in the cave must have slowed decomposition. She hadn’t been eaten by crustaceans so you could still tell from her face that the body was female. She was in what seemed to me to be an old Russian drysuit of heavy green rubber and one leg was bent at an unnatural angle so she had be injured somehow. She had taken her FFM off and her 120 cu ft tank was empty so she must have tried to breathe the air in the chamber and suffocated. She had a waterproof case with her which I was going to look at, but John stopped me not knowing what it contained. It was at that point that we ended our visit to the tidal caves. The trip back out to the Zodiac was uneventful and since it was at slack tide we had no trouble getting out of the cave and into the ocean and returned to the cottage. As soon as we got out of our dive gear John rang up a friend of his at Thames House and told him what we found and was asked to post a lookout on the cliff above the cave to see if any one else tried to enter it before they could get a forensic team on site.