Chapter 9
Miles continued to whip Violet's ass till his whole, massive body was drenched in sweat and her sweet, tender ass cheeks were blazing with smarting red welts.
She was moaning and sobbing in delirious ecstasy, her lovely, curvaceous body twitching and trembling beneath this abuse.
Then, Miles tossed the belt across the room carelessly, standing there panting hard as he surveyed his handiwork with glittering eyes.
He strode back to the dresser and rummaged around in the drawer. He returned to the foot of the bed carrying something else.
Miles climbed onto the bed and placed what he was carrying on the crumpled silken sheets beside him.
A bottle of cologne and a long, rectangular box fell from his hands to the bed. He opened the box, and slowly lifted out a gargantuan dildo.
It was a long, incredibly thick black slab of rubber with ridges and contusions in the side. It was so thick he couldn't fit his hand around it all the way.
It was absolutely immense. Then, Miles picked up the bottle of cologne and took off the stopper.
Grinning evilly, he poured a liberal portion into the palm of his hand.
Leaning forward, he smartly slapped his hand across her aching, lacerated buttocks, splashing the aromatic liquid over them.
Violet gave a little shriek, her body jerking, as he struck her tender flesh, and then she sobbed aloud, squirming wildly as the cologne touched her tingling bruised flesh, making it smart violently.
Her whipped buns gleamed in the light which cascaded through the Venetian blinds, striping the bed with bars of honeyed light.
Miles poured some more cologne into his hand and smeared it over the long thick dildo so that it shone and sparkled.
He slowly tilted the long rubber appendage downward, tracing it from the small of Violet's trembling back down to the juncture where her deep crack began.
Violet moaned and shuddered as the heavy rubber phallus plowed in between her luscious ass cheeks and scraped downward.
Miles' eyes were glittering with excitement and he licked his lips nervously.
He dug his thumb into one of her butt cheeks and peeled it back, revealing the soft pink puckered anal orifice.
Prodding it with the fat, thick, cologne-imbued tip of the black dildo, he pressed the rubber glans against the aperture hard.
Then, he gripped the end of the hefty rubber phallus in both of his big, ham-like fists, holding onto it tightly.
His face was flushed with strange, libidinous excitement, and his lips were twisted in a snarl.
He flexed the muscles in his powerful arms and began to shove forward relentlessly.
Violet squirmed, whimpering in trepidation and excitement.
Suddenly, she jerked back her head and screamed shrilly as her spincter muscle was stretched and stretched and stretched by the massive rubber obstacle.
Slowly, the fat, thick rubber dildo forced its way inside of her agonized colon, the cologne with which it was imbued stinging her tender rectal membranes cruelly.
Miles twisted his hands back and forth, turning the huge stopper inside of her aching, agonized guts as he plowed it deeper and deeper inside of her.
Violet was sobbing and gasping, her body jerking violently as inch after inch of the thick rubber rod jammed deeper and deeper into her guts.
Miles grunted in satisfaction as he mashed as much of the artificial pecker inside of her as he could without letting go of the end.
He drew back, letting half of it slide moistly out of his wife, and then thrust it all the way in again.
Violet moaned and sobbed and shuddered, but was obviously getting really turned on by this anal intrusion.
She lifted her hips and pressed back wantonly against the hefty black dildo as he began to rhythmically slam it back and forth, back and forth.
"You like that, don't you, slut?" Miles growled thickly as he pumped the big black dildo in and out of her quivering guts. "You like that fat rubber prick slammed up inside of you, huh?"
"AWWWW, Y-YEEEES! YEEEEES!" Violet sobbed almost incoherently, tossing her black tresses back and forth in a frenzy of delight.
Her body was bucking and churning and undulating in wanton excitement.
Miles was getting more and more excited as he thrust the black phallus into her harder and harder, faster and faster.
His pecker quivered in front of him. It was hard as a rock, still glistneing with his wife's saliva and with his own seminal fluids.
He dropped one hand and fisted his massive truncheon, beating off his meatiness as he rammed the thick dildo up the comely lady's asshole.
He ground the black dildo deeply inside of Violet's guts and held it there.
Miles shifted his weight forward with a bestial grunting sound, guiding his large thick rod downward.
Violet was moaning and gasping in pleasure.
She lifted her hips, spreading her legs, revealing the sopping, puckered lips of her juicy, dripping cunt as Miles grunted in satisfaction, maneuvering the thick, pulpy knob of his bulging prick against the maw to her bower of bliss.
He gripped hold of her waist and slammed his hips forward hard.
About half of the huge, thick, vein-latticed lance forced its way inside of her tight, sucking hole.
Violet uttered a shrill scream of feminine pleasure as she was impaled by her hulking husband's horse-sized honker.
Miles roared in delight, swivelling his hips lewdly, enjoying the sensation of having his big, throbbing ramrod ensconced by her satiny, clinging, furnace hot sheath.
He pumped forward harder, driving the rest of his mighty mauler up inside of her tight, sucking cunt.
He began to churn back and forth lustily, fucking his wife hard.
His thrusts jerked her body forward rhythmically, and moist squelching sounds emerged from the juncture where their loins meshed.
"Yeah, take my big fuckin' cock up your hot, sluttish pussy, bitch! I'm gonna fuck you till I shoot my juice out your ears, cunt!" Miles grunted obscenely.
He was humping into her fast and hard. His sweaty, muscular thighs smacked up against her tender, quivering buns.
The thick, black rubber phallus was deeply imbedded in her twitching, sucking ass hole, and Violet was shrilly squealing and gasping and whimpering in delirious delight as both of her hungry, twitching orifices were crammed to the limit with hard, hot thickness.
As he pumped his hefty rod in and out. in and out, of her tight, hot snatch, Miles gripped hold of the black rubber phallus once more and began to slide it back and forth vigorously, slamming it up into her guts.
He grunted as he felt the heavy black dildo through the thin membrane of flesh which separated the two tunnels in Violet's sexy, quivering body.
Violet sobbed in ecstasy as she felt the double friction of her husband's huge, horse-sized ramrod and the over-sized black dildo sliding in and out of her tender tunnels.
Her head was spinning. Her body was on fire. The ropes around her wrists were digging cruelly into her flesh. Her husband's hand was clenching painfully to her waist. Her cunt and asshole were distended incredibly by the thickness of the huge tools which crammed up inside of her relentlessly.
She simply couldn't stand it much longer! It was too excruciatingly wonderful! She was bucking back against Miles' body in a frenzy of lust, rotating her hips, impaling herself again and again on the two thick appendages which pierced her innards.
"FUCK ME!- FUCK MEEEEEE!" she shrieked. "I - I'M GONNA CUM! OOOOOH! OOOOOHM OOOOOOH!!! Y-YEEEES! I -I'M CUMMING!!! AIEEEEEEEE!"
She threw back her long black tresses, her lovely face contorted with animalistic pleasure as delirious passion exploded through her veins. Rockets went off behind her eyes, and every nerve ending in her body seemed to be electrically stimulated as she began to come and come and come.
Her pussy and ass twitched and milked around the rods which pierced them vigorously, and Miles moaned in pleasure as he felt her hot slick juices swirl around his plunging pecker.
"Yeah, you filthy slut, you like your holes stuffed up with hot, thick cock! Yeah! Take this thick meatiness, bitch! Take it!"
He released the dildo, leaving it imbedded deeply inside of her, and grabbed her waist hard in both hands.
He began to slam his hips brutally back and forth, drawing back until all but the bulbous knob of his hefty erection were outside of her body.
Then, he grunted as he pounded forward with all his might, driving his long, thick truncheon all the way up to the balls inside of her once more.
He was fucking into her in a frenzy of animalistic passion now, making her body jerk vigorously back and forth, her big, pendulous breasts swinging beneath her.
Violet gave little breathless gasps as her husband rammed his brutal, muscle-bound body against her again and again.
His cock moistly squelched in and out, in and out of her aching, spasming pussy.
His eyes blazed. His mouth panted. His body perspired. His muscles flexed.
Hell, he was really getting into it.
He was brutally fucking his trussed up, violated wife, and she was loving it, and he was loving it...
What he didn't know was that his stepson, Hank, was watching everything through the door.
And what Hank saw was changing his perception of sexuality forever.
"GET READY, YOU COCK-SUCKIN' SLUT!" Miles roared mightily, the tendons in his neck constricting as he hammered brutally in and out of Violet's body. "GET FUCKIN' READY FOR MY THICK, STEAMY LOAD!!" The bed was creaking and groaning under the force of Miles vigorous thrusts.
Miles pounded his wife's pussy into a buttery pulp, his breath spraying from between his clenched teeth.
He threw back his head and roared lustily as he reached a culmination.
"YEAH! TAKE IT, BITCH! TAKE YOUR HUSBAND'S HOT SPUNK! I'M GONNA SHOOT MY WAD!! YEAH!! AAARRRRRGH!!"
His huge boner sluiced violently in and out of her sopping, sucking vortex. It swelled as his balls erupted gloriously.
His hot, thick semen erupted from his tubes and hosed mightily deep into her quivering womb.
Gush after thick, sticky gush of creamy semen spurted deep into Violet's succulent tunnel, blasting into her womb, filling her to the brim with his masculine juices.
Grunting and moaning, Miles churned to a stop, shuddering as he held himself deeply inside of her, his cock slowly shrinking as the last drops of his fluid spurted from his gonads.
Then, he sat back on his haunches panting lustily, a dumb grin on his sweaty, famous physiognomy.
Hank's head was spinning. His knees were wobbly. And what's more, he had a raging hard-on.
He couldn't believe what he had just seen.
He couldn't believe that his precious mother would allow herself to be treated so brutally, so violently, in such a humiliating fashion!
His beautiful, angelic, glamorous mother!!
Violet Tessa Hayes, whose dazzling smile could melt him to the core!!
Allowing herself to be brutally mistreated by that big, over-muscled oaf!!
Hank's breast teemed with mingled, conflicting emotions.
He felt furious and enraged that Miles would treat his mother in that fashion. But he was angrier with his mother than with Miles.
Angry that she had betrayed the image of motherhood which he had previously envisioned.
Angry that she had shown herself to be nothing more than a cheap, cock-hungry slut.
Angry at himself, too, because he had a blazing hard-on. Because he was incredibly, violently, turned on by the disturbing spectacle he had just seen.
He forced himself to turn around and staggered back to his own room.
Lying in his bed, he whipped out his cock and jerked off in a frenzy of mindless excitement.
In his swimming mind, he saw his mother's face, contorted with mingled pain and pleasure.
He grinned savagely. He wanted to hurt her. He wanted to make his own mother writhe and scream and groan.
He wanted to make those cool, famous eyes glisten with respect and fear and shock.
He wanted to feel her body jerk and twitch as he rammed his own cock into her cunt and ass...
These incestuous fantasies rushed through his lust-en fevered brain as he stroked his meat, and he had a violent, mind-boggling orgasm.
When his senses cleared, he felt an overwhelming rush of shame and guilt.
He tried to forget the whole incident.
He went down to the beach and swam and surfed with some friends and tried to keep busy.
But Hank Dubloon was never able to look at his beautiful, famous mother again without remembering graphically the sadistic sex scene he had voyeuristically seen between her and Miles Kroll.
He soon was sent back to school, and his sadistic fantasies pursued him. They soon began to extend to virtually every woman and girl he was attracted to.
He was so guilty about his incestuous feelings about the raven-haired beauty who happened to be his mother, that he forced himself to turn his sensual attentions to women who were quite different to her.
He found himself aggressively pursuing blondes instead of brunettes.
He found that the sexual lust he felt for these women was augmented by a violent emotion akin to anger.
He liked to feel their tender, quivering flesh mashed cruelly between his powerful fingers. He liked to bruise their skin and make them scream in pain.
He liked to see their eyes flicker with pain and respect and humiliation...
He worked his body vigorously as he grew into adolescence and young manhood. He became a pretty formidable athlete.
Girls flocked to him, but most of them soon realized that getting into bed with Hank Dubloon was more than they had bargained for.
Violet Tessa Hayes and Miles Kroll had a stormy marriage which lasted five years, and then they were divorced.
His mother married three more times, and her last three husbands were all big brutish men whom Hank was sure abused her in a similar fashion to that in which Miles did.
Finally, at the age of forty-two, the incredibly famous, still beautiful film star took an overdose of sleeping pills one night and died. In death, she became even more famous, a legend in her own time.
Miles was strangely unmoved by his mother's demise. He was almost relieved by it. He was a young man at the time and her only child.
He inherited all of her immense accumulated wealth.
He used the money to buy a private island off the coast of Treisiella, where his mother's villa was located.
He had never returned to that villa after that traumatic experience, and when he inherited his mother's estate, he sold the villa almost immediately.
He had become something of a recluse.
Now, at the age of thirty-three, he had never married, though he had been linked romantically with a dozen of the loveliest ladies in the world.
Some of his "steadies" had abruptly broken off relationships with him, and there were rumors that the romances were ended because of his brutality in bed.
But Hank was pretty careful to keep his proclivity to sadism secret.
He constructed the enormous castle on Gorse Island, creating an isolated, wholly private arena for his bizarre fantasy life, and most of the disturbing, violent fantasies he had ever had were brought to life in the dark dungeons of that neo-Medieval structure.
As he sat in the deck chair, brooding over these thoughts, he cast a side long glance at his latest captive.
Eve Sedgewick was an incredibly exciting woman. She was not only the most beautiful woman he had ever met, she had an edge that turned him on, a stubbornness. Perhaps, finally, he had met his match - a woman who could get into the violent, sadistic urges which consumed him, without becoming a sycophantic, sniveling slave.
He felt a lurch of licentious excitement in his belly.
He couldn't wait until they got to the island. Couldn't wait to find out if his expectations of Eve Sedgewick were too great.
Eve was aware of the scrutiny her "host" was giving her, and it thrilled her, though she pretended to be staring over the waves at the nebulous horizon.
Her heart was pounding hard. Her head was spinning. Just the proximity of this restless, vigorous, handsome brute made her blood catch fire. His strength and savage masculinity were like an aroma which made her head whirl with sensual excitement.
Unwittingly, her pussy was beginning to tingle and itch with excitement.
To her surprise and vexation, she found that she, too, was longing for the time when the "Jungle Empress" sailed into port at Gorse Island, and she would find out what it would be like to be a guest on Hank Dubloon's exclusive island...