Chapter 8
Eve stared at Hank Dubloon with startled, wondering eyes.
What was it that turned this tall, ruggedly handsome man into a beast?
What was it about his mental make-up which transformed him into someone who craved violence to get his kicks?
She shivered as she looked at his relaxed physiognomy and remembered the expression of savage rage which had contorted his features the night he had raped and abducted her.
She knew the sadistic passions he was capable of getting into.
And the matter-of-fact way he told the stories of his past misdeeds made her blood run cold.
She saw the lazy glint of remembered excitement in his dark eyes, and the small, twisted smile on his lips.
She knew he wasn't lying or just trying to scare her.
She knew that Viveca Sothby was a prisoner of Gorse Island and a slave to her master's sadistic needs.
She knew that Sheila Loveland had been horribly raped by Hank Dubloon and his three drinking buddies years before.
She knew that she would be subjected to sadistic acts of sex and violence as soon as the "Jungle Empress" glided into the port at Gorse Island.
And yet, Eve Sedgewick was not terribly afraid. Just curious, mostly. Curious to know more about Hank Dubloon, that brooding, handsome, Heathcliff-like brute of a man, that rich recluse who concocted bizarre and sadistic plots in order to satisfy his needs.
She wished she knew more about his past. Perhaps in his past was the key to unlocking his dark, tormented soul.
Eve Sedgewick was closer to the truth than she knew.
And as he sat resting in the deck chair, letting the cool ocean breeze riffle through his short dark hair, Hank Dubloon sank into a reverie.
His brow was knitted, and his eyes grewer darker and darker, if that were possible.
He remembered that time when he was thirteen.
He remembered that shocking, overseen event which had triggered in him a disturbing propensity for violent sexual ritual.
It had been a long time ago...
Henry "Hank" Dubloon was born to wealthy and illustrious parents. His father was Edgar Stephenson Dubloon III, a multimillionaire oil tycoon from Texas.
His mother was the lovely Violet Tessa Hayes, star of the silver screen and daughter of a wealthy member of the blue-blooded Boston Hayeses, a distant relation to two Presidents.
Violet Hayes had become a film star at the age of sixteen when she appeared in "Forbidden Dawn" a tawdry, shocking melodrama directed by Otto Preminger.
Her lovely gray eyes and long, luxuriant black hair and luscious, pouting lips had become famous overnight, gracing the covers of virtually every major magazine in the country.
Like Elizabeth Taylor, Violet Tessa Hayes grew up before her time. She was womanly and incredibly beautiful, and people forgot that she was just sixteen.
Less than a year later, she had married Edgar Dubloon, a man twice her age, and before she was eighteen had given birth to a son, Henry.
The marriage lasted for four years and than the couple were divorced.
Hank was shuttled back and forth between his parents, who were constantly at each other's throats, and he spent much of his time in expensive private boys' schools in the U.S. and abroad.
Both of his parents were married several times as he grew up, and he grew accustomed to appearing at the weddings of either his father or his mother every couple of years or so.
His parents were mysterious and glamorous, and he knew almost as little about them as did the rest of the country.
He worshipped his mother. He thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and in his room at school, he kept a large framed picture of her beautiful face above his bed.
When he was thirteen, his illusions and fantasies about his darling mother were shattered.
Violet Tessa Hayes was married to her co-star at the time, muscleman Miles Kroll, who had just become a blockbuster star for a series of Hercules pictures he filmed in Italy.
Violet and Miles had appeared in a big splashy Hollywood epic film set in Biblical times, and had become involved in a passionate love affair which made headlines in the scandal sheets and brought the movie, which was pretty dreadful, a lot of publicity, making it a big hit.
Both Violet and Miles were married to other people when the affair started, and directly after the film was completed, they ran off to the Caribbean together and announced publically that they intended to shed their present spouses and get married.
Miles' wife at the time, actress Lola Willowby, tried to commit suicide and was put away in an institution for quite a while.
The divorce proceedings were ugly and made the news again and again, full of gossipy revelations about the private lives of the glamorous actors.
Finally, however, the entanglements were shed, and Miles and Lola planned a lavish, expensive Hollywood wedding.
Of course, Hank was to be there. He liked Miles well enough, the hulking, muscle-bound brute treated the boy nicely, and he was certainly better than some of the nasty cigar-smoking assholes his mother had been married to in the past.
The wedding was like a circus. Everybody and their grandmother attended, and the media flocked outside of the church like vultures. When the flash bulbs went off, it was as though an explosion had occurred.
Of course, Violet's wedding picture made the front page all over the world the next morning.
At thirty-one, she was still ravishingly beautiful, and it was her sixth time at the altar.
Like all the other times, she gushed to the press that she had "finally found the man to make me happy, for ever and ever!!"
Miles and Violet were going to fly to Violet's villa on the Caribbean island of Treisiella for their honeymoon.
A small group of friends were accompanying them, including Hank.
Violet had a lovely villa on top of a mountain on Treisiella, overlooking the bay. Hank had always enjoyed coming to visit his mother on the island. It was an idyllic place.
This time, something happened which changed the thirteen year old boy's life forever.
The honeymoon party was to remain on the island for two weeks.
One day, everyone except for Violet and Miles was planning on a yacht excursion around the bay to the town of St. Timothy.
Hank was part of the party until the last minute, and then he decided that he didn't want to go and sneaked away from the group and back into the villa.
He would go down to the beach alone later in the day, he decided, and spend the day alone, swimming and surfing.
He didn't tell his mother and step-father that he wasn't going on the yacht excursion, so Violet and Miles thought that they were alone in the private villa.
Hank read in his room for a while, and then decided to go into the kitchen and scrounge around in the fridge for something to eat.
He padded down the hall and was passing the master bedroom when he heard some strange sounds coming from the room.
The door was ajar, and he paused beside it and glanced in.
What he saw made him freeze. He remained standing rigidly by the door, his eyes bulging, as he watched the strange scene which unfolded before him.
Violet Tessa Hayes was crouched on her knees on the floor.
Her long, silken black hair cascaded about her ivory shoulders, framing her small, oval-shaped face with her gorgeous, famous features: her long-lashed gray eyes, her pert upturned nose, her luscious crimson lips, like passion fruit.
His mother was stark naked. Her thrusting, melon-like breasts were luscious mounds of translucent, creamy flesh capped by strawberry-red, sand dollar sized nipples.
Her waistline was slender and smooth, and her hips sloped slightly.
A dark, triangular thatch of fur covered the soft, sloping mound of her delectable vagina.
Her face was flushed, and her lovely eyes glimmered with excitement as she gazed up with worshipful trepidation at her towering, muscular husband.
Miles Kroll stood in front of her, his legs planted wide apart. He was wearing nothing but a jock strap. The muscles on his big, brawny body rippled like belts of steel beneath the flesh.
His physique was truly magnificent, deeply bronzed by hours in the sun.
His hair was curly and light brown, his eyes a mocking periwinkle blue.
His eyes were flashing now, his famous handsome features twisted in a snarl as he stared down at the prostrate figure of his lovely wife.
"Lick my feet, slut!" he ordered in a voice dripping with contempt.
Violet whimpered but obediently bent down and pressed her moist, soft lips against the tips of his toes, kissing them hungrily.
Her tongue shot out and whisked over his foot, and she lovingly moved her face back and forth, kissing and tonguing the flesh until it glowed with her saliva.
She moved to the other foot, and he stared down at her silently while she cleaned off his feet with her mouth and tongue.
Slowly, Violet worked her way up his body, moving up his thickly muscled, tree trunk like legs, her tongue lasciviously tracing the line of his bulging jock strap.
She dipped her tongue into the hollow of his navel, letting it roll over the rippling washboard ruggedness of his tight, hard belly, mewling in delight as she progressed up his brawny, expansive chest.
She lapped and sucked at his bulging, cement-hard pectoral muscles, suckling each hard brown pap.
She laved his fanning lats and buried her face in his musky arm pits.
She kissed and lapped at his bulging, cantaloupe-sized biceps.
Standing on her feet, she could only reach his collar bone with her hungry, ripe mouth.
Miles stared down at her coolly while she orally serviced his big, brawny muscular body.
She looked up at him beseechingly, trembling uncontrollably. Her pubic bush was glistening with her womanly fluids.
"On your knees, bitch!" he ordered harshly. "Whip out my big fat dick and slurp on it for a while, slut."
With a whimper, Violet dropped to her knees on the bedroom floor.
Her hands ran slowly up his bulging calves and her fingers hooked into the elastic band of his jock.
Slowly, with trembling fingers, she lifted it over the mammoth hill formed by his bulging, horse-dized schlong, drawing it down and snapping it securely beneath his big, orange-sized testicles.
He was immensely well hung. His long, thick cock bulged with angry veins, and the fat reddish head oozed as a trickle of pre-come swung from the puckered piss slit.
A mane of thick dark hair surrounded the pulsating base of his cock, and his huge, scum-filled balls were wrinkly and hairy.
"Lick those fuckin' balls, slut! Lick 'em good!" Miles ordered harshly.
Violet whimpered and leaned forward, puckering her luscious lips and pressing them against the wrinkly, gnarled surface of her husband's gonads.
Her small, flickering pink tongue shot out and whisked back and forth across the surface of his testicles.
She savored the pungent, manly flavor of his sex, her nostrils quivering as she inhaled his distinctive scent.
Hungrily, she began to lap his balls as quickly as she could, dipping her tongue beneath his tightening scrotum, gently nibbling on the wrinkly sack.
Miles folded his muscular arms across his chest and glared down at her impassively.
Slowly, Violet worked her way up to his big, throbbing boner.
She brushed her lips along the fat, thick, pulsating column of flesh and gristle, leaving a trail of glistening saliva in the wake of her oral trek.
She pressed her quivering lips to his cock and kissed it moistly, her tongue shooting out occasionally and brushing back and forth across the thick joint.
She moved up to the fat, fist-like head, titillating the mushroom-shaped knob with the very tip of her tongue, which she dipped into his pouting piss slit, lapping up the translucent, sticky liquid which glittered there.
Then, she yawned open her jaws as far as she could, her eyes gleaming with salacious need, and took the thick cockhead into her mouth.
Sucking it lovingly, her lips circled around his fat thick rod and she began to slowly bob her head back and forth.
Reaching down, Miles tangled his big strong fingers in her long luxuriant black tresses and gripped the back of her head in a viselike grip.
With a grunt, he began to pump his hips lustily back and forth, sliding his big, throbbing truncheon in and out of her sucking, slurping mouth.
Violet whimpered as the enormous, equine penis rammed its way against the back of her throat, and her eyes bugged out as it forced its way slowly into her slender throat.
Hank couldn't believe his eyes! Inch after inch of his step-father's gargantuan pecker was disappearing down his mother's throat!! What was the big barbarian trying to do, choke her?? Hank had an impulse to run into the room and attack Miles.
But something made him stand riveted to the spot and gape at what was happening.
Because Violet obviously was getting into what her brutish husband was doing.
Her hands slid up the backs of his legs and her long, crimson nails dug into the compact, hard curves of his buttocks.
Her face was flushed, and her eyes were clouded as he slid the last few inches of his horsedick into her, mashing her bloated lips and nose against his wiry pubic patch.
Then, Miles drew back quickly, his cock sliding moistly out of her until only the head was encompassed by her gulping mouth.
Violet inhaled gratefully, and then tilted her head, allowing him to slam that hefty length of manmeat down her gullet once more.
Miles began to fuck her face in earnest, brutally ramming his enormous cudgel in and out of her throbbing, gulping throat.
His big wet balls whipped up moistly against her chin each time he pumped down her throat.
"Yeah, take it, you filthy cock-suckin' slut!" Miles said thickly as he humped his pelvis back and forth. "Take my big fuckin' horsedick! Suck it, bitch! Suck it good!"
He snarled like a rutting beast, his bulging torso glistening with sweat.
He was pounding into her face hard now, gripping hard to her hair and slamming her face against his crotch with all the brute strength he could muster.
Suddenly, he uttered a short, gutteral roar.
He released her hair and stepped back.
His huge, throbbing whanger squelched out of her mouth moistly, glistening with her saliva.
Panting thickly, he stroked his fist rapidly up and down the thick, pulsating column, and uttered a low, bestial roar.
His ramrod quivered and thickened, and then, he began to shoot.
His heavy, pungent cream blasted up his tubes, spraying all over his wife's upturned, flushed face.
Deliberately, Miles aimed his squirting member downward, spurting the thick, gooey stuff all over Violet's cheeks and nose and mouth and chin.
She whimpered, opening her mouth, her tongue flailing around greedily as she swiped up the rivulets of hot, masculine fluid which ran down her face and over her throat, dripping between her pendulous swinging breasts.
Miles squirted and squirted, almost an ounce of jism jetting from his balls and splashing over his wife's face and neck.
Then, he dug his fingers tightly into Violet's hair, his chest heaving mightily.
With a grunt, he hauled Violet to her feet by her hair.
She winced in pain, but looked at him with large, limpid, loving eyes, trembling in obvious excitement, her tits jiggling from side to side. Her thighs were moist and juicy.
Contemptuously, Miles shoved her forward, pushing her onto the bed.
She sprawled across the silken sheets, quivering with excitement.
Miles strode to the dresser and yanked open a drawer.
He pulled out several strands of rope and marched over to the bed.
Grabbing one of Violet's wrists, he tied it with the end of one length of rope. He mutely forced her to turn over on her belly, and then tied each of her hands to the bedposts.
He gazed down at her lithe, smooth back and firm, high, dimpled buttocks, his eyes glistening with lust.
His wet, oozing pecker was still rock-hard and jerking spasmodically in front of him.
He crossed to the dresser again and picked up a thick leather belt covered with metal studs.
He wound the end of it around his hand and strode back to the bed, standing there and staring down at his wife's vulnerable, pale ass cheeks.
He lifted the thick leather belt over his head, flexing the mighty muscles in his chest and arms as he prepared himself to strike.
The leather strap whistled through the air, and he snarled in savage, animalistic fulfillment as the belt bit deeply into his wife's quivering, creamy smooth ass cheeks, a resounding report echoing through the room.
Violet's body jerked violently as a red mark erupted on her pale white flesh, and she gasped audibly, a sob catching in her throat.
She was shivering convulsively all over.
Miles drew his arm back again and with a grunt, brought the belt down across her ass cheeks even harder than before.
This time, Violet gave a little scream, her body jerking spasmodically.
Miles grinned savagely, and began to flail her tender flesh with the belt cruelly, crisscrossing her ass with red, smarting welts.
Violet sobbed and shrieked, tossing her thick dark tresses back and forth with passionate frenzy.
But she was getting into it. She was getting into the pain. She was lifting her hips upward wantonly, as if begging him to slice that thick leather belt into her ass harder and harder.
Miles gritted his strong white teeth, breath spraying between them as he brought the last down again and again.
Hank stared with glassy-eyed horror at the bizarre whipping scene he had unwittingly become a witness to.
His head spun. He couldn't believe his eyes.