Chapter 1
The man who tumbled naked from the super-sized bed was named Lew Bugger. He was a man with his own brand of lust for life. Action was the name of his game, a lot of different kinds of action. Young girls were his meat, but they aroused him best when he had to take them by force.
Rape was another aspect of Lew's game. He liked the sound of piercing screams, the vigor of writhing muscles in his powerful hands, and the feel of soft buttocks against his loins. He liked the tightness of a female ass-hole sheathing his huge cock.
He was up now, scratching himself, then heading for a chilling shower. Lew Bugger had fucked a lot of girls in their asses, and not all of them had hated him for it. By no means. Most of them came back for seconds. He'd ass-raped a lot of teenaged cuties in his time, but always he'd gotten away with it. That's why his intimates called him the Bugger Man.
The twenty-two-year-old stud surveyed his naked reflection in the full-length mirror. He was fresh from the shower now and drops of water still glistened on the blonde curls that ran from his massive chest to his huge cock.
Lew stood six feet five and weighed 240 pounds. He'd seen a few bigger men than he, but they weren't able to brag about their cocks the way he could. Not many had Lew's sausage between their legs. He proudly thrust his long cock forward, automatically gripping and massaging the massive tool.
It responded immediately, and began to grow, until its thickness was all that he could manage to surround with his hand. Lew turned this way and that, admiring his sleek, virile form.
"Not a bit of flab, you big stud," he laughed. For a moment, thoughts of his orgy with Jake's girls filled his mind. Just thinking about the acts he had witnessed and taken part in with Betty and Carla caused his dick to rise. As he gazed in the mirror, he spread his legs, working his fist with more vigor.
He could feel the familiar tingling in his balls, and he knew orgasm was near. His broken nose twitched in the mirror. His lips slackened. Saliva trickled from the corners of his grinning mouth as steady jets of cream spewed against the mirror. For several moments, he rested his shoulders against the wall. Then, chuckling, he turned and stepped back into the shower.
As the cold spray doused his chest, Lew's chuckle turned into laughter, loud and deep. He was happy. He was young and rich and with a side-kick like Jake, who needed more. He was free to fuck any girl in the world he wanted. What more could any man, endowed like himself want? Stepping once more from the shower he dried himself briskly and tossed the towel to the floor.
The maid would take care of it later. Then, content with life, he sauntered from his bath, across the luxurious thick carpet and dropped lazily onto his unique, circular bed. It had really been quite a night, considering the little extra, he'd just treated himself to in the bathroom. And the soft firmness of the mattress beneath him felt good.
He rested a moment, then pressed a button on the small panel at the head of his bed. Instantly, the soft voice came through the intercom. "Yes, Mr. Bugger," the girl cooed.
"You the new chick?" he asked harshly.
"Yes sir."
"Then you've been informed of your duties. I'm going out at noon. I'll expect you to wake me in time. Without waiting for the affirmative reply which he knew was being spoken, he shifted about until he was completely comfortable and was asleep in minutes. Lew Bugger slept soundly, confident of the loyalty and obedience of his staff.
Each of them had been trained by Jake before being accepted into his house. And afterwards, they were all so content, they wouldn't dream of wanting to leave. Of course, they didn't realize that it was all part of his plan.
They all believed they were on his staff because they enjoyed their work and the excellent salary. Mike was the only employee who hadn't been trained. He didn't have to be. He was Lew's devoted friend and servant. Several years before, Lew had bailed him out of jail. Besides, he was more or less second in charge of the-Bugger house and thoroughly enjoyed his status.
Mike wouldn't trade his position for any amount of money. Everything he could possibly desire in life was available to him, and his for the taking. As Lew slept on, he dreamed vividly. Betty and Carla were two gals that he and Jake had broken in, and they awaited his every visit with eagerness. Their breaking-in session was the dream he dreamed most often. The two girls were dykes.
Lew and Jake had been sitting in a bar just looking for someone to practice on in their new territory. And, when the dyke lovers had drunkenly left the bar, they followed them out. Because they were drunk, the two lesbians lowered themselves to converse with the men, explaining that they were only passing time.
They didn't dig men. In their relaxed state it took only moments for Jake to work his magic on them. And within half an hour, he had driven them to Lew's big estate. Lew chuckled in his sleep, as he pictured the two dykes naked, one's ass-hole sheathing his huge cock while the other was held over his face.
In only seconds he found both screaming victims to be virgins. Lew ate Carta's cunt madly, while he ass-fucked Betty with vim and vigor.
Then, he had his dog Savage work his dong into Betty's ass. Jake became so excited that he threw Carla on her belly and fucked her ass in about fifty thrusts, erupting violently. When both men had finished, they forced the girls into sixty-nine positions, placing dildoes in their hands.
When the unsuspecting dykes came to, they were sucking each other's cunts and fucking each other's asses with dildoes. It was several weeks before either girl became aware that they were anything besides lovers to each other. They had become ass-hole-slaves to Lew Bugger.
The dream seemed to be fading, and a familiar tingling started in his groin. It was the greatest feeling in the world to him. Somehow, even in his sleep, he knew his cock was growing by means other than his own desires. Lew's door had opened silently, and a dainty hand had flicked a switch on the wall just inside the door.
Slowly, the light over his bed began to shine with a soft glow. The naked young girl crossed the otherwise darkened room, and removed the covers from Lew's relaxed, spread-eagled body. She knelt carefully between his spread legs, admiring the beautiful perfection of his body, and completely disinterested in his broken-nosed face. Her only thought was to do what she felt was his greatest desire. She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, then bent forward.
In a vacuuming vortex, somewhat like an upside down whirlpool, Lew rose to the surface from his deep sleep. And, as he slowly opened his eyes, he gazed upward at the delightful reflection awaiting him in his overhead mirror. For several seconds, his glance rested on the cloud of black hair that caressingly covered his entire groin and lower belly.
Then it traveled slowly up the gracefully arched back of the young beauty to rest on the twin, rosy globes that were swinging back and forth. It told Lew as no words could that she was enjoying her task. The throbbing in his bloated, seeping knob thrilled him.
But after glancing quickly at the clock, he knew he had to slow her down for another minute. "Not so fast, Sue," he murmured softly, sinking his fingers into her cloud of bouncing hair. Gripping tightly, he set a gentle pace, while her little fists gripped his massive staff below her eager mouth. "That's it, baby. Fuck it with your hands, slowly. Just suck easy on the head. Your mouth feels glorious," he whispered huskily, encouraging the kneeling girl, as he acknowledged the tall form silently entering the room to approach her from behind. "Right on time, Mike," he thought, as he watched the huge hands tenderly caress the pale, up-thrust buttocks.
Sue seemed confused. She didn't think this new feeling was part of what she was wanting to do. However, when Lew held her head in place she figured it must be all right. "You're doing just fine, baby," he said, when the girl had first tried to raise her head.
His grip tightened a little. "I just don't like to come alone, so we're going to come together, honey. And old Mike here, is just going to help you along a bit. Just relax, baby, and keep sucking," he instructed. His eyes returned to the mirror. In fascination he watched Mike's hands spread the quivering cheeks apart, exposing the puckered ass-hole to their eyes. It was a beautiful sight; one that never failed to excite Lew.
His cock jumped, as he watched Mike's thick meat being slowly fed into the anus. He knew exactly when the cock had fully penetrated the rectum because he felt her moan against his bloated tender knob.
"Let's go, Mike," he said, holding the girl's head. He thrust steadily with his hips, matching Mike thrust for thrust. Gradually, both men attained a frantic pace. Wisely, the girl kept her clenched fists in place on Lew's cock. She would have been in serious trouble otherwise. She would never have survived having his huge cock rape the depths of her throat. And that's exactly what would have happened, because Lew was fast losing his self-control.
The only thought in his mind was to fill her belly with cream. "Now, Mike now!" he cried, holding the girl's face in his fierce grip.
He could feel her convulsing throat muscles milking, attempting to swallow the deluge that was jetting against her tonsils. It was as the glassiness finally left Lew's eyes, that he began to see clearly once more. And with great tenderness, he caressed the girl's head, watching as Mike released his iron grip from around her hips and thighs.
Then, at a motion from him, Mike lifted the girl into his arms and carried her toward the door. "She's been excellent, Mike. Give her anything she wants. She deserves it."
Lew spoke to his servant's back, and Mike nodded in agreement as he carried her into the hall.
"Mr. Bugger says you've been a good girl," Mike said. "Now I give you a nice bath, and then, after he go out we eat a little bit in the kitchen. You and old Mike will get along just fine," he added, as he entered the bathroom off her bedroom. It contained a sunken tub. All the bathrooms in Lew's house contained sunken marble tubs. Within minutes, it was filled and the two servants were splashing gaily, thoroughly enjoying each other.
In his room, Lew chuckled. He knew just what was going on. It was a privilege he allowed Mike, for he was a true friend and faithful servant. And as he stepped into his own shower again, he figured that tonight ought to be a real good one, what with the delightful way it had already started.
As he dressed, he ate sparingly from the tray that had been placed in his room. Because of Lew's sex life, noon was midnight and midnight was noon. The arrangement suited everyone. At twelve, Lew left the house dressed casually, but tastefully and expensively.
He could afford the very best, and therefore, enjoyed the very best, including a new car every six months. Unhurriedly, he aimed his latest Rolls down the highway toward Jake's. There was a new girl for him to break in tonight, and although he was looking forward to it, he was in no hurry.
He knew that Jake always had everything under control and ready for whenever he arrived. As he nosed his car into his own parking shelter, he began to whistle a tune. Then he approached his private entrance, and inserted his key. If Lew had known what was to happen at his own home shortly, he might have turned around and returned.
However, since he did not know he proceeded in to what was a certainty. Lew was halfway up the spiral staircase, when he met Jake coming down. "Everything all set?" he asked, expecting the same old answer.
"Not exactly. I've given the girl a physical, but she's strong-willed, and fighting me. I'll get her under, but we may have to spend a little more time with her, if she's to be ready for the weekend." Jake went up the stairs with Lew. Together, they entered a small room, one wall of which was one-way mirror, the kind you can see through. They stood for a moment looking into the bedroom, noting the young girl sitting stiffly on the side of her bed. "You'd better stay in here and just watch, until I get her into the right frame of mind. When I motion to you, come ahead in," Jake said, and he left his friend to enter the room and approach the girl.
"You're not in bed yet, young lady," Jake said.
"I still don't understand what's wrong with me, or why I'm here, or what I need treatment for," the girl cried.
"You just leave everything to me. Don't you remember when your Daddy brought you here this afternoon? He said you were run down and emotionally upset. You need a rest and proper building up. Well, my dear, that's my job, to see that you get the proper rest and care. Now, if you won't relax and let me do my job, how are we going to get you up and feeling fit?"
The young, dark-haired girl sat stiffly, clad in a nightgown and tightly clutched bathrobe. She still balked at the idea of getting into bed, and perhaps having to take a sedative, if that's what he had in mind.
The girl hardly knew her father. She had just arrived to spend a few weeks with him while her mother flew to Vegas to get the divorce made final. She hadn't seen him in years.
She felt well, and didn't think that her nerves were upset especially. But her father seemed to think that she wasn't looking up to par, and Jake seemed to agree. She didn't like being here, but thought that maybe they were right, and she just didn't recognize the condition she was in. She supposed she'd have to give into their wishes and take her treatment, whatever it was. Jake was some kind of faith healer.
"How old are you?" the seemingly nice man asked, while twiddling what looked like a good-luck charm.
"I'm eighteen," she answered, wondering why he was moving it in and out of his fingers that way. Her name was Wendy.