King I Fantasy Island

Chapter 1

Fantasy Island

This novel contains graphic scenes of sex, some involving minors, rape and forced sex. It is purely a fantasy, not a depiction of real people or events. It is intended as a satire of politics and our modern culture, both funny and stimulating,

The conceit of this novel is that vile pornographers and dirty liberals have higher moral standards than any religious or right-wing nut who pretends to hold the moral high ground in today's world. We've had our wide-stanced Craigs, fun-loving payoff-paying Ensigns and our mountain-hiking Sanfords. Don't bother me with complaints that what goes on in this novel is any less moral than what passes for morality in today's Republican Party.

By Hauteone

Yes, I guess you could say I have a great life, but I’m gifted.

I have a great head for business and women tell me I have and give great head. I got a great start early in life when some of the top directors named me the stud of the year and I parlayed my earnings into my own movie production company and then a string of top notch strip clubs located throughout the United States and Canada. As you will discover, my story is much more complex than you might think and

I hire great people, too. Mostly very attractive, smart women who work as movie directors and club managers in my company. You’d know the name of the company if I told you. You’ve probably watched my movies or been to my clubs. So I make a lot of money in what some people call the sex business, and still star in some of the movies my company produces. We make some of the dirtiest, hard core pictures you’ll see. Having women directors does that for you. Women have far dirtier and more creative minds than men and my problem is reining them in so we don’t incur criminal sanctions. I have great relations with my directors, too, which is why I was a little puzzled when I saw Gloria Danali, former porn princess turned director, scowling at me from above today.

“What’s the matter, Glory, you look like you are having a bad day,” I said.

“I am Brad,” she hissed. “You’ve got that little teen bitch on your lap and you’re fucking her in the ass and tomorrow in Laguna, we’re filming a scene in which the two of you are just getting acquainted. Even you are not a good enough actor to pull off a fresh sex scene if you’ve already stuck your dick in every hole in her body. I knew I should have asked Pete to do this role.”

We were on a flight to Laguna with 25 other young women who had roles in Glory’s movie on my private jet and during four days of shooting there, the script called for me to dip my wick in most all their holes. I didn’t realize that Mandy, the tight little blond pumping back on me while I sat in my chair behind my desk, was off limits. I could see the other girls laughing and looking toward the back of the plane where Glory towering above with us hands on hips was lecturing me.

“I couldn’t help it, Glory.” I said. “She came back here and started blowing me. What was I supposed to do?”

“She just thinks she’ll get a bigger role if she fucks the big boss, silly,” Gloria said.

Until now, Mandy had been pretty much ignoring everything going on around her. She was just pistoning up and down on my exposed cock with eyes closed and a look of unadulterated pleasure on her pretty, pretty young face. Mandy’s birth certificate said she was 18 but you’d be hard pressed to prove it from her looks and body. She looked just over 12.

“Look, Miss Denali, why don’t you just leave us alone,” Mandy said. “You’re just jealous he doesn’t have that big dick of his up your ass.”

“You know Glory, there was a time you’d have been the first girl back here,” I scolded her. “Now that you have gotten to be a big time ‘director’ you’ve become a big time fuss budget.”

“Well, Mr. Cocksure, budget is the operative word,” Gloria said. “May I remind you that this is a multi-million dollar production and most of the burden of production is on me. So naturally, I am nervous about how things turn out. “

“Glory, look, I notice you called me by my stage name so I know you know how I got that name,” I said. “Now the only thing you have to worry about is that I have the iron to pump all these lovely asses when the cameras role starting tomorrow. I promise, I won’t have a problem.”

I looked forward toward the feloniously young smiling faces staring back at me from their seats near the front of the plane. No, getting wood would not be a problem. Gloria had recruited all of these lovely young women fresh out of high school and promised them a lot of money for the adventure of a lifetime. These were not hard core veterans but rookie nookies who were motivated by money and sex. Oh, and the chance to be a star. But for many women just getting into porn, sex is a big motivating factor. If that surprises you, it surprised me in my early days in the business.

I couldn’t believe such lovely women could be persuaded to do such nasty things on camera. You just have to look at their eyes when they are inhaling your cock or you are ramming it deep up their backdoor to know how much they love what they do. Some get addicted to drugs and from there on, money does become the primary motivator. But in the early days, they appreciate the money and enjoy the sex and as Glory had proven to me, the nastier the better even though they might not believe themselves how nasty they could get.

“Okay Brad, but I brought along some male enhancer just in case,” Gloria said. “When we get to the hotel tonight, I want you and Miss Marshall here to get to bed early and get to the beach early tomorrow. And you both better be ready to fuck like bunnies.”

The script for Gloria’s movie was called, Island Teen Anal Angels, and called for my character to play a sea captain who stumbles on an isolated island in the Pacific where a large group of underage teens have been ship wrecked. The girls have been stewing in their juices during their isolation and have turned into the biggest group of female perverts on the planet. When they see the sea captain, they use him to act out every deviant thought. I knew what Gloria had written and I could barely believe she’d get the girls to perform their scenes as written. She called the movie her take on Lord of the Flies, but from a female sexual perspective.

I had been wrong many times before and Gloria was a master at coaching girls through the toughest sex scenes on screen. That’s why she’d won so many awards from the adult industry. Who could forget that airtight performance from porn super slut Jandra Wyoming a few years back? Jandra even had cocks poking her in her ears and nose.

The shoot was scheduled to last a week, an eternity for a porn movie. During that time, I’d be required to sample all these teen holes, some several times. Even I was a little concerned about exhaustion by week’s end. But I knew I’d be rigid as a nine-iron on the first day of the shoot, especially since this little minx bumping and grinding on my tool was in my first scene.

Mandy pushed out several final guttural moans from her diaphragm before collapsing sweaty and out of breath in my lap. I felt my cock pump viscous white fluid up inside her still twitching anal cavity. She sighed and smiled, her legs trembling and her ass and thighs moist.

“Mr. Cocksure, that was wonderful…just wonderful,” she cried. “When I used to watch you in my dad’s porn movies, I used to dream that one day…but it was far, far better than I imagined.”

The cabin erupted in a burst of applause intermingled with nervous twitters. I smiled sheepishly and made a gesture of a bow to our audience. I was always amazed by how many girls got exposed to porn first at home from their brothers’ and fathers’ porn collections and even dreamed of being porn stars themselves these days. Not bothered by feminist agendas, they even enjoyed truly rough sex that their mothers would have found oppressive of women. That was great because Gloria’s script called for a lot of really rough sex and some of these girls looked virginal.

We landed three hours later on the South Pacific island of Laguna. It was a tropical paradise and I owned it which is why we decided to film there so often. I even owned what we called an “adult” casino resort there which drew high rollers with, shall we say, highly specialized sexual proclivities from across the globe. There was a small but attractive mix of olive skinned islanders and a large supply of compliant women to entertain the guests. Girls from my clubs frequently flew down on weekends to earn some extra cash, but the full-time permanent staff was just as attractive only perhaps more highly motivated to please.

The movie crew had flown down a couple of days in advance to prep the sites where we would be shooting. This was a bigger crew than you’ll find on most porn shoots. There were at least three make up girls, four light guys, three cameramen and a couple of sound guys and gofers. Gloria had spared no expense, but I was confident Gloria’s movie would earn our money back if we did it right. In addition to the general DVD release, Gloria always created a version for her specialized audience of moneyed perverts for their private collections. They paid extra for movies that might get them arrested if police agencies knew they even owned such movies. In Gloria’s movies, the girls were always a little younger—or looked to be—than they should be and the sex was always rougher and wilder. She enjoyed breaking taboos and the international community enjoyed paying extra to share her visions.

I took Gloria’s advice and after a quick bite at the downstairs four-star restaurant I resolved to get to bed early. Later in my room, I pulled the curtains closed, took a slow, relaxing shower and put on my pajamas. I assumed Glory had warned the girls to stay away from me tonight and they all had spread out to enjoy the beaches, swimming pools and clubs at the resort. I was wrong. Laying in bed watching the satellite TV news, I heard a light tapping on my hotel door. Five girls in bikinis greeted me when I answered the knock. Three I recognized from the plane earlier in the day. Two others were obviously very young local island girls, nonetheless equally as lovely.

Leader of the group was a striking short haired blonde girl with piercing blue eyes and a golden tan whom I knew as Devin. She was the prototypical athletically built California girl, probably not yet 20 who had a carnality in her eyes that could make a man pop without him ever touching her.

“Greetings,” she said. “I hear you have a great sauna in your room and we wanted to see if we could use it.”

“You know, there are saunas all over this resort,” I said.

“Yes,” she said pushing past me. “But they are not your sauna.”

The other girls followed in a wave. The first behind Devin was slim, long-haired brunette named Friday. A short but solidly built girl who reminded me of an Olympic gymnast was in her wake. She called herself Piglet. The two island girls were next. One had streaks of blonde in her naturally jet black hair but like her freckled friend she looked to be just over 13. Both wore big smiles and flashed brilliant white teeth as most of the local girls did.

“This is Liana and Lisa,” Devin said. “We met them on the beach and they wanted to come along.”

“Okay, well the sauna is at the back end of the suite,” I told her, pointing the way. “I’m tired and I’m going to bed. Just don’t make a lot of noise.”

“You’re not coming along?” Piglet protested.

“You know what Gloria would do if she found you in my room tonight? No, go enjoy the sauna but I don’t want to be anywhere near any of you.”

“Come on Brad,” Friday said. “You fucked Mandy right in front of us on the plane today. You know you’re going to fuck all of us before the week is over . Can’t you spare a little sperm tonight?”

“Whatever I believe, Gloria would tell you I have no sperm to spare this week except what I expend on camera. Now you girls go on. Use the sauna, but don’t bother me tonight.”

They shuffled off toward the bathroom obviously disappointed but Devin had a sly smile on that carnal face of hers. I watched their nearly bare asses disappear into the bathroom and sighed. I hoped Gloria knew what I was giving up for her damn movie.

An hour passed. The girls were quiet in the bathroom, but now I felt the call of nature. I tapped on the bathroom door and asked if they were decent so I could come in.

“Come on in,” Piglet said.

I walked in and saw all of them sitting in the sauna completely naked. In fact, Lisa and Liana had their asses raised high in the air out of the water and Friday and Devin had their wet tongues swirling around the tight rosebuds of the island girls.

“We figured you would break down if we stayed in here long enough,” Piglet grinned.

“Look, I just have to take a piss and I’ll let you get back to your …activities.”

I raised the toilet lid but before I could let loose a stream of piss, I felt Devin standing behind me holding my dick with both hands. She told me she make sure I hit the toilet because her brothers at home never did.

“I think I can pee on my own,” I said, but her soft pumping actions with her wet hands soon convinced me I couldn’t hit the broad side of barn with the iron rod she molded. Instead, I hit the wall behind the toilet.

“Yeh, Brad, you are a great shot,” she laughed hysterically.

The other girls were laughing, too. Piglet told me I could pee in the sauna water for all she cared. Friday told me I could pee down her throat but doubted I could hit it with a hard on.

Devin led me toward the sauna by tugging on my still hard prick. She slipped my pajama pants down to the floor and unbuttoned my shirt. Soon, I was sitting in the large sauna with Liana and Lisa’s asses in my face.

“Enjoying the view,” Piglet said, planting a wet warm kiss on my mouth, her arms locked around my neck.

“You’re no Piglet,” I told her. “Surely, your parents didn’t saddle you with that moniker.”

“No, of course, not, Mr. Cocksure,” she said. “It’s my porn name. I thought it was unusual and I could use the line, ‘she’s a Piglet for cock.”

Devin leaned into me from the other side and gave me a long, deep kiss.

“Wouldn’t you like to stick your tongue and then maybe your cock up Liana and Lisa’s sweet brown asses?” she asked me.

She had a point and so did I. How old are these girls, I asked her.

“Don’t know,” Devin said. “They don’t appear to speak clear English. But when we told them we were going to fuck the big island boss, they practically begged to come along. Apparently you are quite the hero among these island girls. “

I looked at those tiny, beautiful butts swaying provocatively inches from my face. Christ, I thought, I am going to prison and then to hell. I pushed my nose and face deep into Liana’s ass and slobbered and drooled where the girls had made a neat moist slick patch. Then I pulled Lisa’s ass to me and inhaled her sweet smelling anus like it was the most precious flower. These island girls adorned every crevice of their bodies with the most exotic perfumes imaginable.

Of course, I didn’t stop there. In fact, I didn’t stop until I’d tasted and then pounded every fuckable hole in the sauna. Later we dried off and retired to my king size bed where activities began anew. If Gloria had known she would have yelled at me and the girls, but I’ve always been unable to resist an attractive girl’s ass.

When I awoke in the morning, the girls were sprawled around the bed with white flaky crust in a leaking pattern near their pussies and asses. All but Friday had cum caked around their lips but then she’d made good on her promise to let me piss down her throat after slapping her roughly around her face. Even Lisa and Liana liked their sex with lots of slapping and choking. I let the girls sleep and jumped out of bed to head for the beach. I was late and Gloria would be mad but I had a lot fucking to do today. I knew she'd be ready to send me to Timbuktu is she ever discovered what I'd done.

Luckily the crew was late in setting up or Gloria would have directed even more of her thoughts about my reprobate behavior my way. I didn’t tell her about my night of debauchery but she could kind of tell from the look in my eyes I had not taken her advice fully. After the lecture, she settled down to explain the scene to me.

“Okay, you are a sea captain who got lost and have anchored near this island to seek signs of life.” Gloria said. “You are coming up the beach and see Mandy here peeing in the sand. She’s left camp to get firewood and is part of a group of middle school girls who’ve been shipwrecked for a couple of months on this island and have ‘gone native’.”

“They have to be middle school girls?” I said. “Why not college girls?”

“You’ve seen this cast,” she said. “I picked them because they look like they haven’t had their first periods yet. Nobody would believe they’re even high school age yet and some of the European girls I’ve had flown in separately and the local girls we’ll shoot aren’t legal yet. I have age forms and releases from the American girls we flew in yesterday, but we need some nasty non-legal talent for the five-disc special market version. Our customers in that market like their trim just old enough to have put aside their dollies.”

“Aren’t you afraid we’ll get in trouble dabbling in that business?”

“Like you’ve ever turned down peach fuzz pussy,” Gloria laughed. “Look, I know what I’m doing. We pay off the people who might try to stop us and they enjoy what we do, too. Plus, our rich patrons just save the special editions for their private collections and never show it to a general audience that might be offended. It’s a win-win for everyone, even the younger girls. Hell, I was fucking when I was eleven and most of these young girls go on to a richer life than they ever imagined.”

“I know Glory,” I said. “I’m not complaining. I was just reviewing the script yesterday and I just don’t see how you are going to get these younger girls to perform some of what you’ve written.”

“Oh grow up,” Gloria said. “You get to treat these little whores like shit for seven days and fuck the shit out of them. You know you love it.”

And God I did. Most people in my position would have retired from working in front of the camera a long time ago. But I loved acting out the little fantasies Glory and the other writer-directors in my stable created for me. I got to do what many men imagine but would never or could never act out. Glory explained that once I see Mandy’s character peeing in the sand, I sort of go ape shit and rape the shit out of her. Unknown to me, several other girls marooned on the island are watching from the tree line.

Glory encouraged me to slap Mandy hard and choke her roughly before throwing her violently to the sand. Mandy would still have piss dribbling down her thighs.

“You haven’t had sex for weeks and suddenly see this young naked girl pissing and just sort of lose it,” Gloria explained to me.

The camera would catch me approaching Mandy from behind and grabbing her by the throat. I then turned her around and slapped her hard across the face twice. Mandy stopped me.

“Brad, you hit like a girl,” she said. “Really slap me hard. Punch me hard in the stomach. Buckle me over. And when you choke me, cut off my wind pipe. It’ll make my orgasms more intense.”

“Gee, so much for romance,” I said.

The next take was far more brutal. I left bruises on Mandy’s cheeks and a purple handprint around her throat. I didn’t stop to be polite when I started fucking her either. I went right up her ass with as much force as I could produce. Mandy loved it. “Oh my God, my God,” she cried, “That is just so fucking unbelievable…”

Cutting off her air really produced an intensity that drove Mandy into a frenzy. I responded to her actions with an intensity that seemed to come from places in my soul that I rarely dared to visit.

“Take my cock up that ass bitch” I cried. “I am going to fill you so full of cum you will be swimming in it.”

For a second I was afraid I might be doing permanent damage to her gaping asshole as I sawed into it with no lubrication, but she was still screaming for me to fuck her harder. I redoubled my efforts and rewarded her with a spurting mass of cream that she turned around to take on her face. My God, my orgasm was intense, but I had more to offer.

“Take this, too!” I screamed and let loose a stream of piss that puddled in her mouth and came streaming out her nose like from gargoyles on a Roman fountain. Her hair was slick with cum and piss, too.

“Cut!” Glory screamed, but I just kept draining my bladder in poor Mandy’s mouth. My experience with Friday and the other girls the previous night and turned me into something of a piss freak.

“I’m sorry Mandy,” I said. “And I’m sorry Glory. I just couldn’t help myself.”

Mandy was still sputtering and coughing up my piss, but when she recovered, she was smiling.

“Oh no, Mr. Cocksure, that was great,” she said. “Unexpected…but great.”

“Brad that was great even though I didn’t write it,” Gloria said. “Great spontaneity. I might just have to edit so the last part of that scene for the American market, but I thought it was inspired. You know, however, now you have to do that in some of the rest of your scenes.”

Emerging from the tree line, I saw seven other girls who as part of the script were supposedly watching secretly as I raped Mandy’s character. Most looked like high school freshman at best but they had this look of total awe and fear on their faces as they studied me and Mandy.

“Mandy, are you okay,” a girl who had been introduced to me as Cheryl said.

Mandy was still sputtering up piss but laughing.

“I am fine…great,” she said. “That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. And I didn’t mind him pissing in my mouth. That was so dirty, I came three more times. But while he had his dick in my ass, he pulled in some sand in my asshole and that hurt like a motherfucker at the end.”

“Yeh, you’re bleeding back there,” Chase, a tall willowy blonde with pneumatic tits pointed out.

“He has a super big dick and the sand was more tree bark than Charmin,” Mandy laughed. “My ass might be out of commission for a day or two but then I want to try again.”

I noticed the camera, sound and light crew members were standing around, mouths agape, and the make up girls were shaking their heads like they’d just witnessed a train wreck.

“All I know is if he try to stick that battering ram of his up my booty, he better be prepared to lose it ‘cause I’ll cut the son of a bitch off,” Raquel, a statuesque, black girl was telling the others.

“With all that sand on your dick,” Glory said to me, “are you ready for more fucking?”

I winced and headed back into the bushes to the campfire set that had been prepared for us. Rarely are movies shot in logical sequence, but Gloria’s shooting schedule and desire to maintain character motivation made her try to shoot scenes in logical sequence whenever possible. The campfire set was just a few yards into the bushes and off the beach and it made sense to move onto to the next scene and record events exactly has they occurred in Gloria’s script. She was loath to shoot non-sex transition scenes, so the part where the other girls clubbed me over the head and dragged me back to camp for the other girls to view would never be recorded or shown.

In the next scene, I was to wake up tied to a pole surrounded by the other shipwrecked girls who were inspecting my now flaccid cock. I was a little surprised that so many girls showed up for the inspection. Glory wasn’t kidding when she said she’d hired additional on-screen talent. In addition to the girls from the plane yesterday, there were another 15 extremely young dazzling recruits from Europe, another 10 from somewhere in South America and 15 or so from the nearby native villages. I estimated I was surrounded by nearly 70 of the youngest, loveliest girls I’d ever seen. I started adding up the number of holes I’d have to fill before our shoot was completed and I wondered if my dick was up to the strain.

All of the girls were naked which was another of Glory’s porn fantasies. Only in porn, as they say. I mean why would 70 shipwrecked girls wander around the island naked. Wasn’t anyone looking for them? Wouldn’t middle school girls have chaperones? Why would they suddenly go into a sexual frenzy? According to Glory it was because they see me rape one of the youngest and most virginal among them and deprived of sex, they suddenly revert to their animalistic primitive forms. I doubted Glory knew much about female psychology, but she sure understood male fantasies.

The sight of so many female asses and tits is a little intimidating. Now captured and bruised as they tugged at my weiner, I was supposed to act fearful and regretful according to the script. That was not so difficult but it was hard to obey Glory’s other command to remain limp where it counted. You let 70 young girls pass your wheezer from hand to hand and hand to mouth and try to control Mr. Happy. Better yet, try watching while the drool and slobber all over your knob.

“Stupid man,” Claire, one of the leaders of the girls says as she sees my tool begin to grow. “My mom has always said men are sex addicts. Tonight you will be punished for your transgressions.”

“Cut,” Gloria screamed.

“Hey, wait, you girls can’t leave me like this,” I said as they began to pull away. “Finish what you started.”

Several girls looked at Gloria to see if it was okay to help me out. She nodded negatively.

“Save your semen, Cocksure,” she called turning away. “ I want you to cum like a motherfucker tonight and you’ll need every precious drop you can pump out.”

“Man, I think I’d rather be married,” I complained.

“No you wouldn’t Cocksure,” she said. “No wife would give you permission to stick that beautiful boner of your s up the asses of 70 girls between the ages of 12 and 19.”

“Yeh, I guess you’re right.”

I can’t remember ever winning an argument with Gloria.

We’d be filming most of the night. The next scenes took place in around the campfire or in the thatch hut built for the movie. Here’s where Gloria’s deviant mind took things to a whole new level. Still, it was porn and the girls’ idea of ‘punishment’ was to let me fuck the shit out of them. I was led out of the cabin with my hands tied behind me by two nude girls wielding spears. It seemed that the crowd of girls was even bigger than I remembered, but that was because the crowd had been swelled by the girls I’d left at the hotel that morning, Devin, Friday, Piglet, Liana and Lisa, plus perhaps 10 more young locals who made the Chinese gymnasts look old by comparison.

Claire, a tall voluptuous Russian, was the girl who was assigned the role as leader of the middle schoolers. She walked toward me, threw off the robe she was wearing, dropped to her knees and vigorously began to fellate me. Just as abruptly, she stopped and rose to her feet.

“You have been accused of the vile crime of rape,” she spat at me. “Now you shall reap your reward. The girls and I have discussed the appropriate punishment and we all agree that you should be forced to rape and rape and rape until the very thought of rape is an anathema to you as it should be to all men. Your very dick shall rot and turn to stone.”

The crowd of girls parted and I saw 10 slim young girls suspended by chains by their wrists. Their feet were separated by spreader bars and ankle bracelets and dangled inches from the ground. Some girls were so young, they barely had tits. All wore a frightened and pained expression on their faces.

“Man or beast,” said Claire. “You are to assault these young girls’ rectums with the same disdain you assaulted the girl on the beach.”

I was poked and prodded by the girls with spears to approach one of the suspended girls.

“No, I will not rape again,” I cried out.

I know. I know. This dialogue was corny as hell. Why would girls punish me by making me fuck them? This was porn logic. It was Gloria logic. Her audiences were not worried about subtleties of dialogue or plot. Let the fucking commence was her motto and that’s why her audiences, public and private, loved her.

“Fuck them in the ass, man beast,” said Claire. “Or you die where you stand.”

My hands were cut free so I could manhandle my victims, but the spears were pressed tightly against my back. I stepped forward with a loud roar that scared the girls in the camp. With my now free hands, I grasped the slim hips of the girl in front of me and drove into her with a violence I did not know I processed. The girl shuddered and cried out in pain. I did not even know her name but I felt I possessed her fragile soul. Again and again, I dove into her, feeling a popping noise every time I withdrew fully from her anus. Pop. Pop. Pop.

The girl gritted her teeth and tears streamed down her face. Pop. Pop. Pop. My hands enclosed her throat . My God, she was so tight this little girl child. She was Polynesian with dark hair. If she stood four-foot three I’d be amazed. Pop. Pop. Pop. I could feel her gasp in pain.

Now I was an animal. I moved down the line of girls one at a time, fucking each slim body with the same wild authority. Slapping and choking as I went. Pulling their hair like I wanted to rip off their heads. Some were blonde. Some brunette. None taller than five foot. All were spinners and on their glistening metal chains they spun mercilessly, one after the other.

“No, No, Mister, please stop,” I heard one of the girls cry.

“Cocksure, you are a thing of wonder, “ Gloria called out from somewhere behind me.

When it was over, the girls hung limply in their chains. Some cried. Some passed out from fear, exhaustion, ecstasy….pain. Didn’t know or care.

“I will rape and rape and rape for time immemorial,” I cried out. “Just as man always has, always will. It is our way.”

It was a line in Gloria’s script I still think is funny as hell but I delivered it with passion and I could see in her glistening eyes that that the auteur was proud. I collapsed in a pile of exhaustion and sweat. Gloria sauntered over to me after calling for filming to cease.

“That was something Pete could never do,” Gloria said. “I am glad I got the master for my film but I sure wish you’d fuck me like that again, boss.”

“It is not an easy thing to do,” I said.

“Yes, I know, but clean yourself up because you have to it all over again in an hour with the older girls for the public release.” Gloria said. “And I want the same intensity.”

So began filming of Gloria’s epic. With each scene, the stakes got higher and the sex more outlandish. There were more girls to fuck with greater depravity every scene. According to Gloria’s script, when the leader of the shipwrecked nymphs discovers my punishments were not breaking me as planned, she dreams up ever more elaborate sexual spectacles to bend me to her will. Secretly, she and the girls are getting off on their staged rape scenes and truly, the girls I was ‘raping’ seemed to truly enjoy their scenes with me and admired my stamina. It was all to culminate in a final day of shooting in a massive orgy of carnality that would eventually lead to the ‘rape’ of the middle school maiden leader. Gloria wouldn’t even tell me what she had in mind.

On the evening before filming of that final scene, I was joined in the sauna by Devin, Friday, Piglet, Claire, Liana, Lisa, and two other girls, Chase and Pepper. Frankly, I was dead. Six days of constant sex left me battered and bruised and I was beginning to see that when Gloria thought up her scripts, she really meant for my sexual escapades to become a punishment for me and the girls. We were all sinners and deserved punishment in her mind and maybe that was her message.

“You are all welcome to sit in here with me, but first one of you makes a move to touch my cock has to leave,” I said.

“Don’t worry,” Friday said. “After you wore out my ass in that scene today while I was tied spread eagle to a boulder with my butt up in the air, well let’s just say I gave at the office today.”

“I wonder what Miss Gloria has in mind tomorrow,” a weary Devin said, the constant look of carnality somewhat dimmed.

“I hear Claire gets to fuck Brad while hogtied and falling into an erupting volcano,” Piglet said.

The look on Claire’s face was precious. She half believed Piglet was right, She’d seen enough this week to know Gloria didn’t play around and neither did I. Although we’d been in nearly every scene together, she was the only girl in the cast I hadn’t anally abused at least once. We’d become good friends but this was her first night as a guest in the sauna. A tall imperial looking Russian, she had the high cheek bones that commanded respect and the fragility of porcelain doll.

“Well, an erupting volcano is certainly a metaphor for what’s been going on this week,” she said.

In her home country, the studious Claire was a well-known fashion super model. I kind of hated to break the barrier of separation that we’d maintained all week because it might screw up a great friendship. I believed that when we got back the States, Claire could be groomed into a manager for one of my clubs. Though young, you could sense a depth there that not all girls shared.

For Friday, Devlin and Piglet, it was round 15 or 20 and the four of us and we were beginning to feel like an old married quartet. Liana and Lisa still did not understand much English but they knew when told to bend over and take it up the ass what was expected. They grabbed their ankles and held on for dear life, broad, brilliant smiles creasing their too perfect faces. Chase and Pepper were new recruits to our sauna group. They’d joined us only the last two nights and I could tell they were disappointed festivities they’d come to expect hadn’t started yet and did not seem to be in the offing.

“Come on guys, let’s perk up,” Pepper said. “We were looking forward to more fun tonight.”

“Pepper,” Devin said, “how many scenes have you two been in?”

“Three,” Pepper said.

“Two,” Chase confessed.

“Well the rest of us have been in nearly every damn scene on this crazy movie,” Devin replied. “Claire hasn’t taken it up the butt like the rest of us, but she’s been in nearly every scene. We’re just sort of tired tonight. We’ll perk up by tomorrow and close out the final cast party with an orgy that would make the Romans proud.”

“That is unless Gloria gets us all fucked to death tomorrow,” Friday said.

“I never thought I could get too much cock,” Piglet sighed.

“I never thought one man could give me too much cock,” Devin said, cuddling up affectionately next to me. I twirled the locks of brilliant hair in my fingers.

“Never too much cock,” Liana said with a grin.

“Just too much butt fucking,” Lisa added.

“Yes, Gloria has to be the biggest anal freak,” Friday said. “Does she ever get it in her pussy?”

“I’ve known Gloria a long time,” I said, “and I think her pussy has grown shut so she thinks girls only get it in the poop chute.”

“She knows her audience of male pervs,” Devin said.

“Well, this is one girl who could take a good fuck missionary style in the pussy right now but Mr. Cocksure here has just torn my ass up,” Piglet offered.

“I don’t think anyone has died this week,” Devin said, “but a few girls had to go to the hospital.”

“Well those poor young girls Gloria brought in for her ‘private’ shoot just don’t have bungholes capable of handling a cock my size,” I said.

“I didn’t see you taking any pity on them,” Piglet said. “You fucked that slim little blonde who looked to be maybe 12 half to death.”

“Hey, this is what we do or rather Gloria does,” I said. “She recruits the girls and tells them what to expect. They go into it knowingly, willingly. Moreover, their parents know and see a chance for their daughters to get broken in right.”

“Or just broken,” Claire said.

“Et tu, Claire?”

“No Brad, don’t get me wrong, this has been an exciting, sexually-charged week for me and I admire you and Gloria for your integrity,” Claire said. “You have a product and you put everything you can into it artistically. I don’t want to be a moral judge. I am just saying that I hate to see girls so young exploited for men’s kinky tastes.”

“You’d be surprised the following Gloria has among kinky women,” I said.

“Well maybe it’s a case of poor girls exploited for the entertainment of wealthy patrons,” Piglet said.

“Okay, I’ll grant you that,” I said. “Gloria does recruit some poor villagers but most all of them go on to far better lives than they’d live if they stayed in those villages. Many go on to marry wealth patrons who see them in the movies. For many, it’s a ticket to the big time.”

“Well, this poor girl is glad for that ticket,” Devin said. “Two years ago, I was homeless on the streets of LA. I went to one of Mr. Cocksure’s clubs and started stripping. In a few months, I made enough to buy a home for me and two roommates. This week I made more money than I could make in a year stripping and if the only penalty is a sore bunghole, well, Mr. Cocksure, slip me your rod. I’ll stuff it up there somehow.”

“Amen,” Piglet said.

After all the philosophizing, there was an awkward pause. We looked up to see Pepper and Chase staring at us sadly.

“What???” we said in unison.

“We just want to know if there’s going to be any fucking here tonight,” Chase said.

“That does it,” I said. “Get your asses out of this sauna.”

“No, wait, we’re sorry,” Pepper lamented. “We didn’t mean anything. Watching you guys hump all day and all this sex talk makes us horny.”

“Brad, come on,” Claire said. “Be nice. They didn’t mean anything.”

“Yeah, Brad, they are both terribly cute and probably have the only fully functional bungholes in this sauna,” Devin said.

“I know,” I said. “That’s why I want them out of here and in there on the bed, face down, bungholes skyward.”

“We go also,” Liana cried out grabbing Lisa’s hand to pull her to her feet.

All four girls splashed eagerly out of the sauna, not even bothering to towel off.

“Oh Christ, now I’ll have a wet spot in the bed before I even start fucking them,” I said.

“Mr. Cocksure,” Piglet said. “You have the sexual stamina of a Greek God.”

“Thanks, Piglet,” I said over my shoulder. “But you really should change your porn name.”

The four remaining girls sat quietly in the sauna for a moment looking at one another. It was Claire who broke the silence.

“Well I guess it wouldn’t hurt to go in there and watch,” she said.

The final day of shooting dawned a cool and overcast, not what you expect on lush topical island but you get such days occasionally when the winds stir from the south and pull weather from the Antarctic. Glory was ecstatic.

“Look at those big black clouds up there,” she shouted. “What a metaphor for the darkness of man’s soul. I swear that this production is blessed by God.”

She’d gotten two resort busses to transport the cast and crew to a large mountain at the center of the island. It was a dormant volcano and some of were beginning to wonder if Devin’s prediction were true.

“You know, Glory, there’s not going to be any molten lava up there,” I told her.

“I know, boss.” she replied. “Special effects. Beautiful, beautiful special effects. Not as beautiful or special as that remarkable cock of yours but just as volcanic.”

Now that shooting was almost over and she’d viewed the scenes already filmed, she was loosening up a bit and I suspected that her tight ass would be so loose by the cast party tonight, she’d want to fill it with my dick. When she started calling me boss, I knew something was up.

When we got to the top of the mountain, I noticed that Glory’s crew had constructed what looked like a full size replica of Stonehenge with devils head’s on every column and a large altar at the center of the circle.

“Glory, when would a bunch of naked middle school girls get time to build an elaborate replica of what appears to be a fucked up Stonehenge on top of a dead volcano?”

“Isn’t it beautiful,” she said. “I actually had McTavish, the manager of our Scotland club, travel to Stonehenge and get dimensions and take pictures. It’s not actually built to scale but it beats the model in the Spinal Tap movie.”

“Okay, but to get back to my original question…”

“Brad, you are so fucking literal. Not the girls, see. It was built by the native islanders who once inhabited this island.”

“Oh yeah, the native island Druids who once inhabited this island in the middle of the South Pacific.”

“Boss, please go fuck yourself,” she said.

Behind me I heard Claire’s voice.

“Man do I look and feel ridiculous.”

I turned around to see her standing in a leather and latex fetish outfit that emphasized her terrific ass and breasts. She was already beautiful, but this made her look positively like a walking wet dream. Her spiked red high heels made her even taller and her latex red mask that covered the top of her head and her eyes and emphasized her bright, red full lips.

“You look great,” I told her. “And I am happy at least one of you middle school girls remembered to bring her fetish gear along to the shipwreck. Where’s your whip?”

“Oh stop it Brad. You don’t have a huge butt plug up your ass.”

She turned around to show me a fist-size red dildo with black tassels protruding from the end.

“You wore that on the bus all the way up the mountain?”

“Gloria made me. She said it would loosen me up for you.”

“Well, take it out. There is no reason to be uncomfortable until we start shooting.”

She tugged it out with a loud pop, leaving her bunghole in a volcanic gape.

“Man oh man, Mr. Cocksure, you are one lucky dude to be sticking your cock up that booty,” Piglet said as she passed by. Racquel the makeup girl was right behind her.

“I jus’ wanna know when they is going to be some pussy fuckin’ in this here movie,” she said.

“Racquel, the name of the movie is Island Teen Anal Angels,” Devin said. Somehow she’d found a way to stuff my cock up her ass again the previous night and told me now she was open enough to let the bus driver drive a truck up there.

“Oh, I hear that but I swear you people act like somebody taped and dry walled your pussies all closed. If you going to make me happy, give me a dick up in my pussy.”

“I will remember that Racquel,” I laughed

“You stay way from me with that jackhammer, Mr. Surecock. I swear you got the soul of a Mandingo warrior.”

I noticed Glory was arranging girls on tables that had been set up around the central altar. About 40 girls had their heads draped backward over the altar-side edges of the tables and she was motioning Devin, Piglet and Chase to take their place.”

“Mr. Surecock, I hope you wiped all the shit off your dick from all of the booty fucking you been doin’,” Racquel said. “Looks like you gonna be doing a lot of mouth fucking today.”

Gloria was explaining my motivation.

“Okay Brad , when you are lead into camp today, the leader of the girls is waiting on the altar. She wants your cock in her ass just as it has been in every girls’ ass in this camp. Now—failing to break you—you are worthy of her bodacious ass. But before you get it, you have to gag fuck everyone of these sluts on the tables. And I mean gag fuck. I want you to choke them with your hands and dick. I want you to cum repeatedly down their throats and piss down their throats until they puke. When you have gagged fucked them all, I want to drag your piss and puke covered dripping cock over to Claire and stuff it down her throat. Then flip her over and fuck her ass like you never fucked before. I mean, I want you to pile drive her face into the vomit and piss covered dirt. Pull her hair and piss on her like she’s the lowest whore on earth.”

I looked sheepishly at the astonished Claire.

“Well, it beats being pitched into an erupting volcano,” I said.

“Maybe, but try to do it romantically,” she joked.

“Claire, you still have that butt plug up your ass?” Gloria asked.

“Miss Gloria, it was so uncomfortable.”

“Honey, suit yourself,” Gloria said. “I was trying to make it easier on you. If you have remained true to your promise to remain an anal virgin this week, that plug would have saved you a lot of anal tearing when Mr. Cocksure here rams that club of his up your virgin ass. I have feeing its gonna feel like someone spit razors up there, but if you are brave enough to go cold turkey, so be it. Okay, let’s start shooting.”

Two girls in thongs and carrying spears led me to the tables where 60 girls’ heads dangled, their mouths agape. I looked straight down and the first girl in line was Piglet. She winked at me.

“Treat me rough, Mr. Cocksure,” she said. “Make me a porn superslut.”

“Only if you change your name,” I grinned.

When Gloria called “action” I didn’t wait for Piglet to catch her breath. I rammed my hard dick down her throat and began skull fucking like she was a rag doll. My hands enclosed her throat and I jammed even my testicles in her mouth. What Piglet said or tried to was totally unintelligible. I rubbed my asshole all over her face and felt her tongue probing for dirt. When I pulled away, she was a mess. Her mascara was smeared all over her slobber-covered face.

“Piss on me,” she pleaded.

I tried to comply, but it’s difficult to hit an open target with a rock hard dick even when a wiggling tongue is trying to snag the droplets from the air. Almost immediately, I moved on to the next girl, a smallish exotic-looking brunette. Piss was still dribbling off my dick into her eyes and hair. At first she tried to duck but I grabbed her small head and forced my ass over her face.

“What makes you so special, bitch?” I said.

I slid my asshole over her lips and tongue repeatedly. I heard her gagging but didn’t stop. Her gag reflex forced chunks of vomit up and out the sides of my ass cheeks and all over her face and hair. Through all the mess, I poked my dick into what appeared to be her gaping, still erupting mouth. Puke was coming out her mouth and nose and dripping in long strings toward the dirt. I skull fucked with a frenzy that threw vomit and piss all over the faces of the girls around her. She was still gagging and coughing when I moved on to the next girl. It was Devin. Her face was covered in mess but that carnal smile was still evident. As much as I cared for her, I didn’t hesitate.

“Have some puke, whore,” I said. Devin gulped as I jammed my dripping dick down her throat. I pumped and pumped while Devin’s bronze body tossed from side to side frantically. At last, I came in ropes down her throat spilling out the sides of those thick, full lips.

“Feel bad, whores,” I said. “Let me wash off the mess.”

Arcs of piss streamed viscously from my engorged cock and splashed over the faces of the girls on the table, even the ones I’d not yet face fucked. Jesus fucking Christ, it felt good to release such a stream after coming so hard.

“Cut,” Gloria screamed. “Don’t’ any of you bitches dare clean up anything. Stay just the way you are while we finish this scene and that means until all 60 of you have gotten the same treatment. I want to film everyone of you getting face fucked and gagging on Mr. Cocksure’s dick. Okay, Brad, will you be ready to go in a couple of minutes?”

“Give me a minute,” I said.

I started to drink a bottled water but Gloria stopped me.

“What are you doing?” she said.

“I’m thirsty,” I said. “I’ve cum and pissed my bladder empty and I am sweatier than hell.”

“I told you I don’t want you drinking water,” she said. “Here, drink this stuff.”

It was a disgusting concoction of liquids I could not identify.

“What is this shit?”

“It’s my special mixture,” Gloria said. “Water makes your pee too clear. This will make your piss look and smell nastier than hell. The gag reflex on the girls will be genuine. The look on camera will be terrific.”

“Glory, you are one sick puppy,” I said, taking a swig. It didn’t taste bad but I knew that by the time it hit my bladder is would smell worse than onions and garlic together and turn a nasty shade of yellow.

I can’t remember how many times I came, how many girls threw up, how many throats I pissed down, or even how many hours passed until Glory was satisfied every teen bitch had been fully mouth fucked. The girls were not allowed to go pee or to clean themselves up in any way so their piss intermingled with mine and the concoction of human waste on the ground. It was dark when we finished and the whole Stonehenge set was beginning to reek by the time we were ready to shoot the final climatic scene. At every break (meaning every time I came), Glory made me drink big gulps of her concoction and it was a foul brew that I deposited down the girls’ throats and spilled out their noses. No wonder they threw up so much. I was amazed they put up with it.

During one of the breaks, a somber Piglet approached me.

“Mr. Cocksure I wish you would have made me puke my guts out all over your cock. How am I going to get a reputation as a do-anything anal whore?

I looked at her face with ribbon of cum still waving from her chin and cheeks.

“Somehow, Piglet, I think that will be the least of your problems,” I said.

When the time came to fuck the shit out of Claire, I was tired but ready.

“Remember, Brad, you hate this bitch for what she’s put you through this week.”

Claire had gone without the butt plug today so it promised to be a painful experience for her. She was just 18 and perhaps built a little studier than most of the other female cast members, but something told me when she pulled that butt plug out and she gaped so prominently, her bung was as tight has an oil drum’s. She stood haughtily on the altar at the center of the set and recited the line Glory had written for her.

“Okay man beast, you have proven you can rape dozens of young girls without breaking,” she said. “I doubt you will be able to penetrate my virgin asshole, however.”

With that she knelt on the dirty ground and began to inhale my dick. Stings of slobber and other fluids were still dangling from the sides. This time instead of letting her control the action, I grabbed the nape of her neck and impaled her head on my dick. She choked and tried to pull away but she was pinned against my belly, my entire shaft buried in her gullet. She struggled but it only drove deeper down the shaft. I took my cock out after many violet jerks and began to rub her nose into my ass.

My dick was so hard, it was difficult, but I was able to summon several vile streams of piss the hit her in the back of her throat and spilled on the ground. Then, unceremoniously, I flipped her began pile driving her ass.

“Oh my godooodohmygod, it hurts, it burns sooooo baaad, but don’t stop, Brad.” Clair said. “You are so dirty, so fucking nasty, I want you to fill my ass with your cum.”

These were not lines Gloria had written. These were coming from that cloaked part of herself most women never get a chance to explore. In the movie, my name was not Brad, but I figured Gloria could fix that in post production.

“All week long,” she screamed, “I have watched you fuck all these other whores’ asses and treat them like the dirty sluts they are, but now, you are mine and I want you to treat me the same brutal, thuggish way you treated them.”

Behind me I heard the other girls gathering around us to watch. Most were still covered in the fluids that had been expended during the day, but they seemed positively mesmerized. I bent Claire’s arms behind her and drove her face into the muck and mud, pounding on her from behind again and again. After several minutes, I heard Racquel behind me:

“Ohhhh shit! That butt-fuckin’ bastard is going to kill that poor girl.”

“Racquel, I just don’t know where he gets the stamina and the sperm for this much screwing,” Devin said.

“That boy done be eating Wheaties as well as pussy,” Racquel responded.

I was, for the most part, lost in a frenzy of my own making and determined to finish this scene with a climax that would be memorable. When I was ready, I pulled out of Clair and turned her around again. This time, I let fly great arcs of gelatinous cream that quite literally drove her head backward. When I was finished, the imperial-looking Claire was a mess, her face covered in mud and frothy white cream that seemed to bubble from out of her nose. Her thighs were wet, from her own ejaculate or piss or mine, I did not know. Her beautiful hair was caked with unrecognizable crumbs and wet with piss.

When Gloria yelled “cut”, the crew and cast erupted in a thunderous applause.

Garrick the cameraman was particularly effusive.

“Man, nobody can do it like you can,” he shouted above the din. “I used to be jealous ‘cause you get so much trim, but my man, you are the man. I wouldn’t even begin to try what you’ve done this week.”

“It’s a wrap,” Gloria shouted. “Everyone get cleaned up and get ready to come to the wrap party tonight down at the resort. Sucking dicks and taking it up the butt there is entirely optional.”

I looked down at Claire to see she was collapsed on the ground, crying, her body shuddering.

“Are you okay, baby?” I said to her.

“Yes, just a minute…” she said in a quavering voice. “That was just the most intense orgasm I’ve ever…ever..ever had. I believe I saw the face of God. And I just wanted to enjoy the moment….for a few more seconds.”

I turned to Racquel.

“How did I do?” I asked her, wiping sweat from my forehead.

“Mr. Surecock, you pretty damn good but I still want to know if you can fuck a pussy as good as you pound a butt.”

“As long as I eat my egg whites for breakfast every morning,” I said. “Wheaties doesn’thave enough protein. I need egg whites.”

“Leave it to you to play the race card,” she laughed.

Gloria looked up at the ominous clouds that had formed above the volcano and served as a somber backdrop for her decadent epic’s final scene and yet yielded no rain to delay the shoot.

“Thank you God,” she shouted to the heavens.

“You know, Gloria has invited some of her top ‘private’ customers to view rushes from the video tonight,” I said to the stunning ornaments on either arm beside me. “She’s invited billionaires from North and South America, Asia, and Europe. You could do your careers a world of good mingling with the crowd. May even find a rich husband. You don’t have to hang with me.”

“Brad, we’ll dance with guy who brought us if you don’t mind,” the radiant Claire said. She was wearing a stylish thigh-high turquoise grown that made her long creamy legs even more delicious.” Devin, the California golden girl wore a sparking almost not there white gown that would make her the subject of many wet dreams tonight.

“Yeah, the guy who nearly ass-fucked us to death this week,” Devin laughed.

Mandy and Piglet follow close behind wearing matching green cocktail dresses and fetish heels that made them seem taller than they were.

“Ugh, Ugh, Ugh,” Piglet said.

“What’s your problem Piglet?”

“I was just noticing Mr. Cocksure how tall you are and how fine your ass looks,” Piglet said. “I’d like to take my tongue and clean your ass tonight.”

Mandy said, “Make that two of us. But really, I never asked how tall you are, Brad. How tall are you?”

“This tuxedo and the shoes I’m wearing make me look taller,” I said. “But if you must know, I’m 6’7” in my stocking feet.”

“All that and the cock is in proportion,” said Racquel from somewhere behind us.

We walked into the ball room of the resort to see an odd mixture of people. Old and young couples of various nationalities intermingled with cast members and crew and Gloria in a skin tight leather dress and spiked heels that looked like they could be used for murder wandered among the crowd greeting guests and giving orders to the catering crew. I’ll remind you that most of the girls Gloria had recruited from prep and high schools across the globe and from island villages were porn wannabes, not hardened anal queens.

Few had the fetish gear and thongs that a true porn slut might wear. So most dressed like they were just out for their junior high spring dance, complete with pig tails and braces in some cases. Gloria, however, had spared no expense for the catering crew. They were male and female dressed in the skimpiest spandex outfits in neon colors. At the center of the room, island entertainers, nude and in leather, gyrated to the punk band on stage buzzing at deafening decibels in the background. Most of the dancers were in some form of restraint, mostly glittering silver chains, but also rope and leather straps. Colored lights danced across the ballroom to catch an occasional girl taking a hard thrashing from a cock or two, Gloria’s orgy had already begun.

When one of the spotlights caught me and my entourage entering the room, we were suddenly deluged with a thunderous applause. Raw video from the week’s shoot was playing on HD televisions scattered around the room so our performances were already well known. Liana and Lisa rushed up the stairs to greet us with big almost thermonuclear smiles.

“Tonight Mr. Cocksure if you fuck us, you got to fuck our pussies,” Liana said.

“Amen to that,” Racquel said almost silently to herself.

‘I guess Gloria will be making that booty call tonight, right Brad, so maybe the rest of us should make ourselves scarce,” Claire said sadly.

“No, I can’t think of anyone I’d rather spend my last night here with than you guys,” I said. “Gloria will be too busy tonight to worry about me. No, my biggest window of danger is tomorrow on the flight back. But tonight, gather around and protect me because I don’t want to hurt her feelings needlessly.”

The girls swarmed around me like I was the President and they were the Secret Service. I still had to do a little meet and greet. After all, I was the CEO of the company and people expected to meet me. Behind me at one of the stops on our whirlwind tour of the ballroom, I heard an attractive Asian women, perhaps, 29, address a question to Mandy.

“I just saw the scene on the video over there where Mr. Cocksure rapes you on the beach. What was that like? I mean, it looked positively brutal and yet compelling at the same time.”

“It was like he was a can opener and he was opening my can,” Mandy said.

A prominent politician had a question for Devin after studying her in her flimsy white sheath of a dress. Most of these wealthy porn patrons were Republican party members whom she'd met from her activities campaigning in behalf of national politicians, including several Senators who would later be involved in sex scandals that would ruin their careers.

“Miss Sanderson,” said the Senator addressing Devin directly, “You have such a clean, wholesome all-American girl looks. It’s hard to believe you do such nasty stuff on screen.”

“So what you are saying is that you don’t think wholesome American girls can take it up the ass like Euro-trash whores?” Devin answered. “We take it harder and longer and we don’t just moan and pout. We yell, ‘Come on baby. More dick! Faster!”

Piglet was in a pensive, philosophical mood.

“I have been thinking about changing my stage name,” I heard her tell a balding middle-age oil company executive and GOP contributor. “I wasn’t aware pigs had such an important role cleaning pipelines in the oil industry but you know, there are some parallels in my line of work and I do remember shouting ‘go devil’ once when Mr. Cocksure was pumping my ass.”

“Where are the tied up young boys?” I heard a flummoxed Friday tell a conservative American Catholic bishop with two ‘nuns’ in fetish gear on either arm. “I don’t know. Have you tried the men’s rooms?”

“No, I don’t think I would be interested in that but I’m flattered you would ask,” Claire told a group of Columbia military leaders. Then she grabbed my arm and asked if we could leave. “They just asked if I have ever had electric clamps attached to my genitals,” she whispered in my ear. “Can we just get out of here?”

We made a graceful exit. By the time we left the room, the girls were huddled around me for protection like baby ducks around their mother. I enjoyed the feeling. It’s rare that I’m the least frightening lecherous creep in the room.

Later, we, as Devin said, “frolicked” in the sauna, then piled in a heap on the bed. I took Liana’s advice and entered mostly from the front door that night, rather than the back. Friday and Chase complained they’d been short changed on the back door entrances so they were an exception and Clair wanted a repeat of her Stonehenge anal rape that night so we re-staged the whole event for the benefit of the other girls.

I believe most of the other girls were grateful I gave their backdoors the night off. And one was especially happy.

“Mr. Cocksure, I knew you was just as good in the front hole as the back,” a satisfied, smiling Racquel said. “I am just so happy I gave you a chance to prove it.”

“