Chapter One

A Very Private School

 

Robert Stern rarely left his island headquarters, a secret city tucked away inside the cone of an extinct volcano in the eastern Mediterranean. He had several excellent, rational reasons for this reluctance to travel. For one thing, his complex global business operations required constant attention, and he did not trust anyone else to handle any major issues that might arise while he was away. For another, the island, which was staffed by a veritable army of loyal, efficient employees, equipped with every imaginable recreational and sport facility including a harem of beautiful, submissive women slavishly devoted to him, contained everything he could possibly desire, giving him no reason to go elsewhere. Also, Stern had made some dangerous enemies over the years, and while he was perfectly safe in his island, he was aware that there were those who would welcome the opportunity to pay Stern back for some of the things he had done to them, which they could do only if they could catch him away from his well-nigh impregnable headquarters.

But as logical as these reasons were, none of them was the true reason for his reluctance to travel. Stern had created his own private world after the real world had mistreated him, and he had thereafter devoted his life to taking revenge on everyone who had ever injured him, particularly the females. His first love, a beautiful Main Line heiress, had broken off their engagement with him to marry another man. Subsequently (and very possibly, consequently), he had been publically humiliated by various women, who found him "creepy" and/or "weird". Stern had reacted by amassing an immense fortune, which he used to carry out his program from the comfort and safety of his island.

Today for example, he was amusing himself with two of the objects of his malice. He was seated at his desk in a high-backed leather executive chair, working on his computer. Underneath the desk, kneeling, blindfolded with strips of duct tape, wrists and elbows strictly and painfully bound behind their backs, were two nude women. Their heads were in his lap, their hair spilling over their faces as their mouths slid up and down on Stern's erect rod, which was shiny with their spit.

Stern did not appear to even notice the intimate attention he was receiving from the women, except that, from time to time, he would glance down and say, "I'm sure you can do better than that, Elinor", "I don't think you're really trying, Katherine," or something similar, then push a button on a small control panel resting on top of the desk. Each time he did, either the red-gold (Elinor Collins) or blonde hair (Katherine Pennington), would fly up, as one of the women would jerk her head away from Stern's organ to briefly shriek in pain, then, as soon as Stern lifted his finger from the button, drop back down to re-apply her soft lips and tongue to his organ with renewed purpose.

This apparently inexplicable behavior had a simple explanation. Elinor and Katherine each had identical small, sharp-toothed spring clips attached to strategic portions of their anatomies, and attached to these clips in turn, were small transceivers linked to the control panel on Stern's desk. Whenever Stern pressed a button on the panel, one of the women would be jolted by an electric shock to her nipples or clitoris. Since Stern enjoyed their suffering quite as much as he did the silken caresses of their lips on his manhood, he did not permit either of his two lovely slaves to take the head of his organ into her mouth, instead allowing them only to wrap their lips around his shaft, in order to make his twin pleasures last as long as possible before he climaxed.

After perhaps thirty minutes, he realized that he was not getting any work done, as he had reached the point where he could not think about anything other than how and with which of the two women he would finish, Stern wrapped up the session. He decided he wanted to take Katherine up her ass until he was about to come, then come while skull-fucking Elinor. He was on the verge of pulling them out from under the desk, to put this plan into action, when his outside phone rang.

This was an unusual enough event that Stern was willing to set aside his highly aroused sexual urge to answer. Only three living persons had access to this particular telephone, and if any of them used this method to contact him, it was almost certain to be something important enough to be worth answering, even if it meant interrupting his favorite activity. He could, after all, do whatever he wanted with his two lovely playmates pretty much any time.

"Hello," he said, slapping the women's faces to drive them off his lap and further back under the desk, then rolling his chair a few feet away, "Stern here. Who's this?"

"Hi Robert," answered a familiar voice. "It's Sidney. Long time, no speak." This was his fellow billionaire, Sidney Collins, husband of Elinor. Sidney had no way of knowing that his wife was at that moment, crouching naked on the floor with Stern's erection in her mouth, although it was because of Sidney that she was there. After he discovered that Elinor and his two step-daughters were plotting to kill him for his fortune, Sidney had asked Stern to kidnap and quietly dispose of all three women for him. Stern had obligingly abducted Elinor, Juliette and Gloria, then told Sidney that he had eliminated them. In fact, all three were still alive on Stern's island, transformed by him into submissive sex-toys. [The full story can be read in Swallowed by the Sea 3: Hostile Takeover. J.B.]

"At least three months, I should think," Stern agreed. Not one to waste time on small-talk when he had a raging erection demanding his attention and two beautiful slaves standing by to provide it, he got down to business. "What's the occasion, old man? I don't think it's my birthday."

"No?" Collins asked. "Then let's just call it an early Christmas. I have a visitor here at my place on Cap Ferrat, who I think you'll want to meet. I suggest you drop whatever..., or whoever you're doing, and come on over."

"Now Sidney, you know how much I dislike travel," Stern said. "Tell me why it would be worth my while to go to the inconvenience of ..."

"Of a two-hour trip in a helicopter?" Sidney finished for him. "I'm not giving out any hints. You'll just have to take your chances; either you trust me, or you don't."

Stern frowned. Sidney Collins knew how to take advantage of Stern's one weakness, his outsized curiosity. He knew he was being manipulated, but as Sidney well knew, he could not resist. "All right, all right, I'll come," he said, scowling. "But I'm going to make you pay for being so mysterious by behaving as badly as possible."

"That's the spirit, Bobby!" Sidney said, addressing Stern by a nickname he only used when he was trying to get under the other man's skin. "Just be here by eight tomorrow night, so I can introduce you to..." He stopped, then after a pause, he said, "I'll bet you thought I was going to let something slip out, didn't you?"

"Tomorrow at eight," Stern said. "I'll see you and..." he paused in mockery of Sidney. "Bet you thought I was going to say something else." He pushed the button to disconnect before the other man could speak again.

Stern frowned thoughtfully. Sidney Collins was the closest thing he had to a friend, but there was no getting around the fact that the man made him uncomfortable. There was a saying about getting into a poker game with strangers: "If you don't who the sucker is, it's you." Stern had never been the sucker, not in a poker game, not in business, not in anything. He was confident that in any situation, he was the smartest one in the room, and he had not been wrong yet. But whenever he dealt with Sidney Collins, he had a sneaking suspicion that he just might be the sucker.

He rolled his chair back, closer to the kneeling women. "Out, slut!" He commanded, roughly dragging Katherine from under the desk by her long, blonde hair. He shoved her head down to the carpet, kept her in place with a shoe on the back of her neck, snatched up a short, stiff leather crop from his desk, and struck her sharply twice across her naked bottom. "Ass up, head down, bitch!" He snapped.

Katherine obediently arched her back to raise her smooth bottom globes. She shuddered when Stern ran his finger back and forth over her love button and through her slot, wiggling her hips in passion. Stern had trained her to respond to bondage and whipping exactly this way, and she had been close to boiling over when the phone call had interrupted them.

"Where do you want it, Katherine?" Stern demanded of his ex-fiancée. "Do you want it here?" He jammed two fingers into her overflowing sex.

"Yes! Yes, Robert! Please take me now!" Katherine begged

He removed his fingers, now well coated with her lubrication, and repositioned them over the wrinkled brown star of her rear entry. "Well, I feel like fucking you here instead," he said, suddenly shoving both fingers in up to the knuckle, and making her yelp. "What do you have to say to that, Katy dear?"

She moaned in disappointment. He only rarely treated her to conventional intercourse, and she had hoped that this was going to be one of those special occasions. "Oh, Robert," the former Main Line matron sighed, "I just thought..." She paused, swallowed, then said, "Please Robert, would you take me back there?"

Stern added a third finger to the pair already stretching her little hole, to form a cone, then spread the digits as far apart as he could, drawing another groan of distress from his lovely, submissive partner. "Could you be a bit more specific, Katherine? I'm not sure what you want me to do."

Although Katherine Pennington had been Stern's obedient slave for almost two years, there were certain orders that she still found difficult to follow, and this was one of them. She had been raised in the most genteel circumstances, and had rarely heard any word stronger than "damn" while growing up, even after she was married. It was only when she had become a sex slave on Stern's island that she began to hear this kind of language and began, at Stern's insistence, to employ it herself. In short, Katherine found it easier to be sodomized than to say it.

There was another silence, until Katherine finally forced herself to say, "Robert, I beg you to... b-bugger me. Please...f-fuck me up ...my ass."

"Certainly, my dear," he replied. "Anything for my sweet Katherine." He pried her cheeks apart, until the dot of her closed sphincter displayed a tiny but visible gap, adjusted the passive woman's hips until she was at the ideal angle for entry, and pressed the broad, spongy head of his cock down on the target.

Her tough ring resisted momentarily, but enlarged by her spread open ass-cheeks and greased with her own lubrication, she could not keep the determined Stern out for very long. Suddenly, his fat knob slipped inside her, and she gave a hollow cry, as her rectum to painfully reshaped itself to accommodate the thick column of his rod.

"I assume you are enjoying it," Stern said, as he slowly forced his way deeper into her bowels. "Is it as good as you imagined it would be?" When he received no reply other than a low groan of pain, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it sharply back, so that the Katherine found herself involuntarily looking up at the ceiling.

"Answer me, slut!" Stern insisted. "Tell me how much you appreciate my indulging your whims, by ass-fucking you. Tell me how much you like it. Don't you know you are supposed to thank someone when they do something nice for you? Where are your manners, Katherine?"

"Thank you, Robert," she mumbled, her head dropping back limply when he released her. "You bugger me j-just the way...oh!...I like it. You are much too...kind to me...ah!" She inhaled sharply, when he crammed the rest of his length into the narrow place.

"It is true that I sometimes allow myself to become over-sentimental with you, Katy," he conceded, starting to work his rod in and out of her rectum with slow, long strokes. "After all, we have such a long history together. But I don't think there's really anything wrong with giving my old sweetie a special treat every now and then, do you? It's not as if I going to spoil you."

"Uh, uh...no, of course...not R-Robert," she panted. "Do...you think you are...ah!...almost finished?"

"Oh, don't worry, Katherine," he answered cheerfully, "I'm good for another ten minutes, at least. And since you are enjoying it so much, I will take my time so you will have a nice, long ride."

"Eeee!...Thank you , Robert," she repeated. After that, she did not speak again for a long time, and was silent except for an occasional soft groan.

While buried to the hilt in Katherine's bottomhole , Stern stopped to reach down between her legs to probe her sex with his fingers. As usual when he sodomized her, she was dripping wet, and when his fingertips closed around her turgid love knob, she moaned passionately, raising her hips in response. Soon, she was rolling her pelvis in response to the twirling and tugging of his fingers on her swollen love bud.

"Are you going to come for me, Katherine?" Stern asked. "Are you going to have a great, big, wet orgasm with my cock up your ass?"

Her answer, while not for the most part composed of actual words, was easy enough for him to decipher. "Ahh, ahh, ahhh! Oh Robert, ohhh, god!" She screamed, as she exploded in a great, shuddering climax. She writhed sinuously, simultaneously gripping him as her internal muscles contracted, creating a delightful sensation for Stern

Stern pulled out of Katherine, letting her drop bonelessly to the floor. "Very entertaining, old girl," he told her. "I'll have to remember to use some of the footage for the next movie." Stern had cameras and sound recorders strategically located wherever he had sex with his fuck-toys. Periodically, he would select the best scenes and splice together films, which he would show to his employees in a large movie theatre. These home movies were very popular with his staff.

He dragged Elinor out to kneel beside Katherine, slapped her face a few times, and said, "Your turn now, cunt. Open wide and say 'Ah'." When she did, he seized her hair in both hands, and rammed himself into her mouth. Elinor's throat bulged with each pass, visually demonstrating the location of his thick pole as Stern forced her head violently up and down, but she did not protest or struggle once until he popped out of her mouth, to spatter his two lovely playmates, when he came with a great cry.