Chapter 1

As Sylvia Martin waited patiently for the phone on the coffee table to ring, she lit a cigarette-her third in the past half hour-and emitted a heavy sigh as her mind traced back over the events of earlier in the day. She felt at once a traitor and an absolute bitch ... but excited, too, in that piquant bizarre way she had learned so many weeks before to enjoy at the hands of the latest of her seemingly endless list of lovers. Indeed, even now, as she dragged deeply on her Pall Mall and awaited the return call from her sister in Connecticut, she had but to close her eyes to imagine the scene in Adrian Whipple's den that morning.

The greying, self-made millionaire seated himself in an over-stuffed chair and watched the proceedings with a glittering eye, idly playing with a lighted cigarette in his hand. A huge, bearish man with an aristocratic face, he sat upright with the bearing of a Prussian officer. A cynical smile played around his cruel lips as he watched what was going on in the center of the darkened room. A small stage, covered with soft black velvet, occupied the center of the room. Small spotlights played down on the platform and a portable backing of mirrors had been placed behind the platform. Whipple wearing only an expensive silk robe, flicked ashes from his custom-made English cigarette and announced in his impeccable British accent, "You can 'begin'."

On cue, the two burly Cubans who were his bodyguards stepped out from behind the mirrors and up onto the black platform. They were tall and muscular, both in their early thirties, and both of them completely naked. They grinned at one another and stood anxiously awaiting further instructions from the master.

Sylvia, in all her brown-haired glory, stepped out from behind the mirrors and was assisted up onto the platform by one of the grinning young men. It was obvious she had been drinking, for she swayed, almost losing her balance as she walked out onto the platform. She wore nothing but a flowing white robe and, as she stepped into the spotlight, her ample figure was silhouetted under the robe. In her late twenties, she still possessed a curvaceous figure, with large breasts, pale-pink nipples, a firm stomach, swanning hips and long full thighs that tapered down to shapely calves. Grinning broadly, the two Cubans led her to the center of the stage. Their cocks were already beginning to swell in anticipation of pleasures to come. Sylvia put one hand to her eyes, shielding them against the glare of the spotlights, and squinted out into the darkened den. "Adrian, please, couldn't we just...." Her voice trailed off as Whipple shook his enormous head in the dark, saying, "Is now, now!"

"But, Adrian-, You know my wishes and you know how I can be if I don't have my way. And besides, my precious, you know damned well you like it, don't you?"

Sylvia shuddered, a look of helplessness coming over her pretty face.

"Your enthusiasm overwhelms me, Sylvia. Very well. That will do for now. In a little while, you'll be begging for more." Whipple stubbed out his cigarette and chuckled. "You see, I know you only too well. Manuelo, Paulo, begin!" he commanded in a sharp tone.

The two Cubans were only too eager. The one called Paulo grabbed Sylvia roughly and pressed his body against her. Sylvia resisted feebly while his tongue probed into her mouth. From behind, Manuelo fondled her firm buttocks under the robe, then lewdly pressed his hardening prick against the softly yielding crevice as Paulo ground his prick into her loins in front. Sylvia squirmed and Manuelo let out a low groan, and getting a fistful of her long brown hair, he jerked her head around and back until his tongue could find her wide open mouth.

Adrian Whipple crossed his legs and laced his fingers together, settling back to watch the writhing figures on the stage as Paulo opened the front of her robe to the waist and took her two large breasts in his hands and squeezed them, fondling the nipples between his fingers and watching them grow tight and erect. His hungry mouth enveloped them and he sucked greedily while Sylvia, her head still held back, moaned into Manuelo's mouth.

Manuelo continued probing her willing mouth with his tongue as his arm slipped around her waist and forced her to lean back against him, bending her knees and forcing her to thrust out her hips in a lewd helpless manner. Paulo opened the robe the rest of the way, revealing her jutting hipbones and the Vee-shaped pubic wedge of her chestnut hair. Still sucking on the tips of her breasts, his hands forced her thighs apart and his fingers probed and caressed the fleshy parting of her vagina.

All resistance left Sylvia and mechanically she slumped forward, held up only by Manuelo, her eyes closed and a depraved smile playing about her lips as Paulo parted the lips of her vagina, revealing the pale pink interior of her cunt already beginning to glint in the spotlight with unwilling lubrication. His finger worked in and out while his thumb found her clitoris and rubbed it, like a ball bearing, watching it flag itself erect. Manuelo let go of her hair and her head fell forward, shimmering brown hair partially covering her ecstatic face as she began to slowly come to half-life and gyrate her naked hips in time to Paulo's thrusts. With Manuelo's help, her robe fell silently around her feet and she stood up naked, wanton, eyes closed, her hands groping for and finding first Paulo's, then Manuelo's prick. She gripped the now erect pricks in her hands, stroking them slowly, skinning the foreskins back with a moan, revealing their deep red mushroom heads. Behind her, Manuelo gripped her breasts and massaged them. Involuntarily, she moaned her mounting delight.

Adrian Whipple watched silently, a sadistic grin on his cruel aristocratic face. He sat forward, his elbows on the arms of the chair, not wanting to miss a thing, himself growing excited watching the writhing figures on the platform and thinking of the delights yet to come.

The two men stood closer, thrusting out their hips and grinning at each other wickedly. Sylvia opened her eyes and gazed at first one then the other prick, sinking slowly down until they were level with her face. They were so thick, so tempting, so hard! Slowly, the tip of her tongue tickled the tip of Manuelo's cock. Then turning her head, she did the same to Paulo.

Adrian Whipple began breathing harder, responding to the sexual excitement the three on the platform were feeling. He watched, leaning forward, his breath coming out in a small explosion as Sylvia slowly forced the foreskin on Paulo's prick back over the glistening head then, opening her mouth wide, her lips elastic and tight around the thick veined cock, slowly taking it into her mouth.

A shudder went through the young Cuban and he cursed softly in Spanish, his eyes closed tight. Sylvia pulled the long cock out of her mouth with a soft sucking sound and slowly, dreamily, turned her head to face Manuelo's cock which he shoved toward her with a thrust of his hips. With a low laugh, she raised it and, ducking her head, she licked his balls hungrily, then slowly, her lips spread and tight, she let his cock also slide into her mouth.

Smiling broadly at his friend, Manuelo slowly began to pump, his wet cock like some great piston bulging her cheeks as he thrust in, hollowing her cheeks as he pulled out. Then, Paulo pulled her head free and he fell to the soft velvet floor, lying on his back reaching up to grasp her head. Eagerly, the luscious brownette straddled him in a sixty-nine position, seizing his hotly swollen cock with both hands and greedily, as if she wanted to devour it, she began to suck.

Paulo, his head beneath her straddling thighs, reached up, his arms around her waist, and buried his face, his tongue licking wildly, in her hot willing cunt. At the same time, Manuelo behind her kneeled and spread the velvet softness of her ass-cheeks with his thumbs, grinning down at her exposed and vulnerable rectum, tight and puckered. Lightly, his tongue flicked over it, bringing a muffled cry from Sylvia-s eager throat, her doe-like brown eyes wild with delight. All reason left her, all sense of shame as she spread her legs wider, thrusting up her smooth, firm buttocks and wiggling them invitingly while below, Paulo gripped her harder, his mouth glued to her cunt while his tongue probed for and found her clitoris.

Behind her, Manuelo slowly sunk his tongue into her anus, deeper and deeper, spreading the tiny, puckered entrance to her bowels wider and wider. Sylvia was beside herself now, her eyes rolling in her head, her buttocks grinding lewdly as the two tongues probed her, exciting her, igniting a ball of white hot fire deep inside her. Nothing mattered, nothing in the world except to expand the ball until it became as big and as intense as the sun itself, until it became too big for her to contain and exploded, engulfing her until every nerve in her body tingled in ecstasy.

Suddenly, Paulo threw her to one side, scrambling to his knees as his boss' young mistress rolled over on her back and obscenely spread her legs. With a wild wanton groan, she drew her knees up until they crushed hard against her breasts, her hands reaching down and finding her hungering cunt, her fingers spreading her vaginal lips wide as she wriggled her buttocks lewdly up at them. "Fuck it!" she moaned. "Fuck it, fuck it, both of you!" she implored.

"WAIT!" Whipple's booming voice cut abruptly through the air like the crack of a bull whip.

Both of the men flinched, halting, crouching over Sylvia like wild animals. They looked into the dark with faces driven cruel and wild with lust. There was a pause that seemed to the ravished young brownette to last an eternity as Adrian slowly lit another cigarette, the flare of the match revealing him sitting poised in his chair, grey hair framing his thin face. His eyes were slits as he slowly exhaled. "Are you enjoying yourself, my darling Sylvia?" he intoned thickly.

"Oh God, yes, Adrian darling!" Sylvia hissed, still maintaining her slavish position.

"Do you like it?" Adrian Whipple said soothingly.

"I love it!" she gasped sluttishly. "You know I love it, Adrian. Please, please, darling ... let them fuck me, let them fuck me hard!" She was almost begging for it.

"Very well, begin," he smiled cruelly with a magnanimous gesture of his hand. With a growl, the two men fought to get on top of her, but Manuelo was quicker, crashing on top and plunging his rampaging cock home as Sylvia let out a cry against the sudden pain of entry and the two of them began pounding their loins obscenely against each other. Wild eyed Paulo was not to be denied, either; and pulling Manuelo's greasy head away, he fell across Sylvia's face, his cock finding her mouth already eager and sucking.

The two men pumped viciously, mounting in excitement when, at a signal from Manuelo, they scurried, switching positions while Sylvia sucked under them, her hips bucking and her breasts spread and jiggling like jelly with the rhythm. With a squeal of lust, Manuelo tore himself free and got to his knees. 'Time we fuck this yanqui bitch good, eh, Paulo?"

Paulo got to his knees, a mean glint in his eyes. "Si, my friend," Ire panted. "You first."

Abruptly, Manuelo seized Sylvia's writhing waist in his arms and turned her over, forcing her to kneel, her head still on the floor. Still on his knees, he positioned himself behind her and gripping her hips, help her in position as the head of his iron-hard cock pressed against her tiny, puckered anus.

Below him, the twenty-eight-year-old mistress lay helpless and relaxed, her eyes closed, her mouth open and moaning. He-would hurt her, make her feel like she was impaled on a spit, make her feel like she was going to be torn in two as he slowly, sadistically forced the head of his cock against her cringing asshole, stretching it wide, stretching it until she screamed under the pain. She remained docile, bearing the pain, knowing she would ride beyond the pain and humiliation to a pleasure unbelievable in its intensity.

Adrian Whipple had taught her well the pleasures of humiliation and depravity these past few weeks, and as much as her conscious mind railed against it, as many times as she swore never ever again no matter what the price, she always returned, her mind glazed and fascinated. She always returned because deep down an animal instinct told her she loved it, loved having people watch her humiliation and debasement, loved it with a fired passion that couldn't be satisfied or quenched except by going again and again and submitting herself to the whims of this madman, Adrian Whipple!

Meanwhile, above her, Manuelo held her head tighter, his fingers digging deeper into her soft flesh and sunk his rampant cock an inch deeper each time. Below him, Sylvia's head was forced into the black velvet, her hair half over her face, her breasts billowing out, her nipples caressed by the thick velvet with each hard downward thrust the Cuban made. With a savage lunge, Manuelo sunk his cock home to the hilt in her ravaged anal passage, feeling the resilient pink flesh clasping his hardened penis like a too-tight rubber glove. Then, grinning up at his sweating comrade, he nodded importantly.

Like a rag doll, the two of them lifted Sylvia bodily while Manuelo slowly rolled over on his back, Paulo letting the lithe brownette down on top of him. She lay, legs apart, her passion-moistened cunt wide open and throbbing. She lay with her eyes closed, her arms flung out, moaning, shivering with anticipated pleasure. Paulo got on top of her and, parting the soft resilient curls of her pubic hair with its giant, throbbing head, slowly sunk his cock home into her molten fleshy cunt.

Only a thin membrane of excited flesh seemed to separate the two ramrod cocks as Sylvia began moaning; and, unable to stop, the moaning turned slowly into animal cries of sheer pleasure as the two men began tp slowly pump into her anal and vaginal orifices at the same time.

Sylvia, helpless, spread her legs wider, wanting all she could get of both men, wanting still more than they had, wishing in a fevered excitement for more men with cocks, hard swelling pricks that would ravage her body until she came again and again, until she lost consciousness..; and awoke to find still more men eager to have her. She gyrated her hips as much as possible, as the three bucked and reared, the two men fucking her hard now as she lay sandwiched between them like a rag doll.

Adrian Whipple sat forward in his chair, his face no longer quite so excited. He was vigilant now, searching his young mistress' face for the first signs of on oncoming orgasm. His timing had to be precise, and his mind, in iron discipline, shut out his own wild excitement. His eyes narrowed as he saw the veins standing out in her neck like steel cords stretched tight and her wild sightless eyes roll back in her head, revealing the whites.

"That's enough!" he shouted. "I command you to stop!"

Instantly, Paulo rolled away from her, writhing and groaning in his own frustration. Below, Manuelo used all his great strength to throw her off, his cock coming out of her widely stretched rectum with a wetly sucking and popping sound. He, too, rolled away and covered his face with his hands to help control his agony.

A long wail escaped Sylvia's lips, almost tearing her throat. She got to her knees, wild with an unsatiated lust, making a fist and screaming out into the dark, "You selfish son-of-a-bitch! God damn you!"

Whipple clucked his tongue. "Such language. That will never do. "Come, my pretty, crawl to me!"

Sylvia remained crouched on the platform like a wild animal, breathing hard, her eyes staring at his dimly outlined figure. Involuntarily, her hands slid down to her cunt where her pubic hair was wet and matted with her own juices. Unable to resist, she began to rub her smoldering pussy, desperately trying to maintain the raging pleasure that had suddenly begun to ebb.

"Crawl, I said ... Or, do I have to resort to other means of persuasion!"

Resignedly, Sylvia obeyed, crawling on her hands and knees, blindly moving towards the voice that guided her in the darkness.

"Over here, my sweet ... Over here!"

A small table lamp was snapped on, and Sylvia looked up to see the evil form of Adrian Whipple grinning down at her. He parted his legs and indicated, pointing with one long finger, that she was to crawl between them. "My dear, your reticence no longer amuses me. Perhaps ... Perhaps you need a bit more discipline."He pressed his fingertips together in an attitude of contemplation, studying his mistress' reaction over the tips of his manicured fingernails.

"I-I'll do anything you say, Adrian," Sylvia trembled in a whimpering voice. A shudder shot through her body, momentarily dimming the passion that ran, like electric probes, through every fiber of her beautiful body. Above all, she didn't want to be disciplined ... not in the way her master had in mind!

"Anything?" Whipple smiled, his heavy eyebrows raising.

"Yes, yes ... anything!"

"Good ... Bring me another girl!

"W-What?" Sylvia gasped, her eyes widening incredulously.

"Another girl, Sylvia ... She must be attractive; she must be innocent. You will deceive her and, eventually, you will deliver her to me." He leaned close to his mistress startled face. "No chorus girl, no financially desperate little slut," he continued coolly, "but someone young and perfectly innocent ... perhaps" even a virgin."

Sylvia winced openly, her heart skipping wildly, as the full impact of her lecherous boyfriend's words permeated her consciousness. Surely Adrian could, with his wealth and resources procure such a girl far more easily than she ... so why then? It could only be a test, she quickly decided, a test to prove her unwavering devotion.

"Sylvia, my pet," the lewd millionaire pressed in a restrained, lust-thickened tone of voice, "I can't hear you!"

"I-I don't know anybody like that, Adrian," she pleaded.

"You're lying, pet," Whipple grimaced. "I'm sure you can think of someone ... perhaps someone you might enjoy watching being corrupted as much as I will enjoy corrupting her...." He let his voice trail off on a note of evil promise.

Abruptly, with an audible sigh of defeat, Sylvia queried nervously, "H-How young does she, this girl, have to be?"

"The younger the better," Whipple answered briskly.

Again, Sylvia's stomach turned an anxious flip. It would serve him right if I brought him a two-year-old! she thought venomously. Then, with a sickening thrill of realization, she knew that he probably wouldn't mind that at all!

"Sylvia, my patience is wearing thin!"

"Y-Yes ... I do know such a girl, Adrian," she admitted treacherously, the lips of her pussy flaring slightly of their own volition. "S-She's my niece."

Adrian Whipple's cock soared another inch. "How old is she?" he questioned hotly.

"Twelve."

The slit in the head of Whipple's cock parted indecently to allow a thin strand of pre-coital syrup to issue forth in a dangling silver string. "Does she have a brother?" he asked as his filthy mind turned over a multitude of incestuous possibilities.

"Yes," the startled young mistress responded, "h-he's fourteen ... Why?"

"Why, my pet? ... You should know me well enough by now to know that I am a connoisseur of debauchery in all its forms ... In other words, Sylvia, he's for you!"

The young brown-haired aunt was trembling too violently to calculate an appropriate response, but the familiar lusty filming of her eyes were a dead giveaway. "Would you like to suck me now, darling Sylvia?" Whipple offered generously. "Just to, uh, seal our agreement?" His hands parted his robe, revealing him naked, his legs parted, his hairy balls dangling lewdly beneath his bloated red penis.

Lovingly, Sylvia took the cock in her hands and fondled it, rubbing its slippery turgidity against her cheek, then peeling down the thick wealth of foreskin and kissing it and licking it, taking its bulging head in her soft wet mouth and closing her eyes in bliss, knowing what was coming.

Above her, Whipple relaxed and smirked with pleasure. There were times when he didn't wish to participate, times when it gave him more gratification simply to watch, directing, forcing a woman to acts of debasement and, more than that, forcing them to admit that they loved it. With a flick of his fingers he signalled the two Cubans back into action. They scrambled off the platform and hurried to ravish Sylvia from behind while her head bobbed rhythmically over Adrian Whipple's hot dripping penis.

The luscious brown-haired aunt spread her lovely thighs and thrust her buttocks up hungrily and willingly as Paulo sunk his shaft home, with a soft plopping sound, into her warm wet pussy. Sylvia Martin, eyes closed, relaxed and let them do whatever they wished with her. It would be a lovely long ride for her, with the two of them taking turns, fucking her mercilessly from behind until she was driven to one beautiful orgasm after another, until Adrian exploded in her mouth and the Cuban bodyguards, one after the other, came like rutting animals back there in her cunt....

Sylvia's delicious reverie was suddenly broken by the ringing of the telephone, and she sat up straight on the edge of the couch and crushed her cigarette out in the ashtray before grabbing the receiver in the midst of the second ring. "H-Hello?" she queried hopefully, her hands beginning to sweat.

"Sylvia?" came the crackling response at the distant end of the line. "It's me, Charlotte ... How're things in Miami?"

"Just fine, Sis," Sylvia answered nervously. "Uh ... how are things in Connecticut?"

"You mean about the kids coming down for that cruise to the Bahamas with you and your financee?"

"Uh, yes ... about that."

"Well, I caught Ed with it as soon as he got home from work-he was surprised to hear you called this afternoon-and-"

"And...?"

"And he says it will probably be alright-what with the kids out of school for the summer-but....Well, we don't know much about your boyfriend except he's rich."

Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief. "W-What did you want to how about him, Charlotte?"

"Oh, it's not me, Sylvie," the older sister protested, using the young aunt's childhood nickname, "If you say the guy's okay, it's good enough for me, but-"

"But...?"

"Well, you know how that damned electrician husband of mine is-has to know everything about everything-especially where the Princess is concerned."

"Well, I can't blame Ed-ior feeling that way about Jordanna," Sylvia entered tactfully. "After all, she is his only daughter."

"Dusty we're not worried about," added Charlotte. "Good Lord, that kid's as big as his dad already; wait'll you see him!"

"Uh, yes ... well, about Adrian...." She paused long enough to light another cigarette, letting the smoke out easy as she continued, "he's English, a little older than me-"

"How old?"

"Uh, well, he's fifty-seven, but he's in incredibly good condition ... Used to have a sugar plantation near Santiago, Cuba before Castro took over."

'mat's he do now, Sylvia?" Charlotte queried, her interest obviously piqued, "Well, he retired after that, Sis ... had all his money in a Bahamian bank, so he didn't lose anything but the real estate, and that was an inheritance from his Spanish grandmother." Then, unable to resist interjecting a little humor despite her nervousness, she added, "I guess mostly he just makes friends now."

"Rich, huh, Sylvia?"

"Very ... He's a millionaire twice over."

Charlotte sighed wistfully on the other end of the line. "Ed makes good money," she said, "but he's a far cry from being a millionaire ... Guess you did alright for yourself taking off for Miami last year."

Sylvia took the opportunity of the wistful pause to take another puff on her Pall Mall. Then, with all the calmness she could muster, "It's all set, then? I mean-"

"Yeah, sure ... How big's your boyfriend's boat?"

"It's a sixty-five footer."

"Good God, that ... that's a yacht!"

"Pretty close, Charlotte ... He had a bigger one, but he didn't like that much crew around when he entertained."

"Sounds fine to me, Sylvia ... We'll get back to you about the details later. "I know, when you can look for the lads and all. Right now, I've got a roast in the oven."

"Right, Charlotte ... And, thanks. It'll be a real educational experience for them."

"That's what I told Ed, but you know how electricians are ... he just grunted."

"Bye, Sis."

"Bye, Sylvia."