Chapter One

 

Eyes still shut, feeling contented, Sylvie Kristovski wriggled her limbs and stretched her neck. Closing her thighs, rubbing them together, she felt a little tingle ripple into her vagina.

Yawning, opening her eyelids, she looked up at the skylights, seeing the sun blazing down illuminating the big round bed upon which she was lying, the rays warming her naked body. The two leather fuck-swings were only a metre or so above her, no one yet having bothered to retract the chains to the ceiling. Recalling how she and her master had had another hard session last night she put her left hand down to her pussy, rubbing the middle finger between her greedy labia.

Eduardo Satanas was not really her master. Well, if she was truthful, she was always at a loss how to describe his relationship to her. She obeyed him in all things, but then his six thousand slaves and his eight hundred bitch-guards did her bidding. He called her his paramour; she called him anything she felt was respectful. To all others, he was His Excellency, unless he gave them permission to call him by his name. Mind, whether he was actually called Eduardo Satanas was a mute point, she knowing he was not in anyway Spanish, he probably coming from somewhere in north-western Europe.

She had only lived on the Islas de los Diablos for just under three months now, she enjoying every minute of it. There was always plenty of sex to partake in and she could practice her newfound sadistic pleasure-taking whenever she liked. Before she had come to the islands she had never dreamed of inflicting pain on others but with Eduardo's encouragement she had taken to the practice like a cat does to chasing mice.

"Oooh," she purred as her finger stroked deeper. She yawned again, stretching her neck, her head ending up hanging over the edge of the bed. Spotting the two black slaves standing near to the bathroom door, wiggling two fingers to beckon them, she yelled, "Come here, slave-studs!" Her voice husky as her mouth needed moisture.

Obediently they trotted over, there penises waggling from side to side. They were of course naked, except for their leather collar and cuffs. "Yes, mistress," they chorused as they arrived.

Stretching out her right arm, she took hold of the closest set of testicles and massaged them. They belonged to P5887, the other set were hanging from P4354. Both were her body-slaves, given to her by Eduardo, she having selected them personally. Each possessed a twenty-five centimetre circumcised fucking muscle and both fortunately knew how to use their equipment. Pulling P5887 closer, she opened her mouth, using the tip of her tongue to lick against his bulb and poke at the little opening, clearly tasting the different tangs of dried semen, piss and female cum. He went as hard as an iron bar, she sucking in the head. She gnawed down on it firmly but with no intention of doing him permanent harm, he too valuable as a fuck-animal for that.

Pushing his equipment out of her mouth with her tongue, she said, "P4354, get up here on the bed and fuck my cunt. Make me come or I'll flog you." She knew he knew she meant it, but for now she would be reluctant to lose either of them, both being good performers.

"Yes, mistress," he replied, sounding extremely pleased with himself.

"As for you, P5887, fuck my face and squirt your seed down my throat." She opened her mouth to its widest, he starting to ease his prick in. The other slave was on the bed, parting her thighs, she withdrawing her finger from her honey-pot. She felt his tongue rasp against her love-lips, sending a shiver into her body. "Oh yeah," she thought. Her libido was hard to slake, she simply loving being constantly fucked. Her previous owner, the Odessa gangster, Igor "Gregor" Gregorovski, had called her his "wanton nymphet", a title she had done her best to live up to. Since coming to the islands, she had simply got hornier.

She felt P4354 push his dick into her pussy, slithering his way until his balls touched her bum. His hands groped at her D-cup enhanced breasts, his mouth now suckling on one of her nipples. Her libido was rising; the feeling of being fucked was simply delightful.

His companion's prick was sliding over her tongue, the head now easing into the back of her throat. She lapped against his shaft, creating saliva to lubricate its passage. Stretching her head back, she gave him access into her windpipe, he continuing to carefully press in.

"Oh yeah," she tried to mumble, doubting anyone could actually understand what she was attempting to say. P4354 was drilling deep, pumping back and forth inside her love-tunnel, causing ripples of pleasure to start their journey through her craving body.

P5887 was in as far as he could go, she feeling his balls slapping gently against her nose. He eased out and pushed in again, repeating the action, setting up a continuous rhythm. Other than wiggle her tongue a little there was nothing more she could do with her mouth. Putting her right arm between his legs, she used her hand to maul his bum.

Using her other hand, she grasped the cunt-fucker's collar, holding him tightly to her breast. Locking her legs about his arse, she squeezed her thighs tight. "Wow!" she thought, "this is a fucking great way to start the day."

Her body was perspiring, so were the two animals, her right hand slithering on moist buttocks, her left raking a dampening back. The meat in her mouth seemed to stiffen, jerking, lifting her head up a little as she experience the sensation of a shot of sperm being ejaculated deep down her throat. He started to extract, she gulping in air before chomping her teeth hard against his bell-end, suckling as hard as she could to milk out the last drops of his creamy seed.

P5887 pulled out. "Aaaahhh! Yes! Yes! FUCK ME!" she hollered as P4354 humped harder and harder. Contracting her vaginal muscles, she felt him pump his cum into her womb, her body going into spasms of salacious gratification. "YEEEESSSSS!"

Nobody moved for more than a minute.

Once she had gathered her thoughts, she said, "Orgasmic start to the day." She beamed contentedly before saying, "Right, slave-studs, carry me into the bathroom. Move it!"

"Yes, mistress," both replied.

With the assistance of his colleague, P4354 got to his feet, she still impaled on his semi-rigid phallus, her arms wrapped around his neck. Stepping off the bed, he carried her into the bathroom, P5887 opening the door.

"Good morning," Eduardo said, he enthroned on one of the toilet seats.

"Morning, lover," she cooed. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, her blue eyes sparkling, her skin glowing, she could not help but say, "Hell, I look fucking gorgeous, I really do. Being on the Islas truly suits me."

"That's because you're a wanton nymphet and my infernal master adores creatures such as you."

"Put me down on the other toilet," she told her bearer. Eduardo always claimed he was under the protection of the Devil himself, and she believed him. She too was convinced that some external power source now fuelled her depravity and bestial urges. "Hell, it's so fucking wonderful being evil," she said, gaily chortling.

The slave lowered her down, she leaning towards Eduardo, they locking their mouths in a passionate kiss, his overlong tongue tickling the back of her throat. His vibrant yellow eyes gleamed as one of his hands grasped her left breast, her nipple going rock-hard. She ran her hand over his bald head. In fact, the only hair he possessed was his eyebrows and lashes plus a small triangular tuft of salt-and-pepper whiskers below his bottom lip. "Wow! He can sure French-kiss," she thought, she having had the same thought many times before.

She had to break off, her bowels were in motion and she desperately wanted to piss.

"What are you doing this afternoon?" he asked.

"Nothing particular," she responded. "Suppose it'll be whatever you want."

"I'm going cruising around the lagoon, doing a bit of inspecting, if you want to come."

"Oooh, I just love coming," she drooled salaciously, knowing full well that was not precisely what he meant.

"I know. I heard you this morning." He stood up, his twenty-eight centimetres spring to attention. She still marvelled at how he was always ready for sex, able to perform seventy-five times a day without any problem. "Get up. I want to lick you out," he instructed.

"Oh yum," she responded, wiping her arse before rising. "You two; turn me upside down!" she snapped, pointing at the slaves who had dutifully remained, standing by the doorway accessing directly onto the landing.

They picked her up and turned her upside down, moving her close to Eduardo. She rested her thighs on his shoulders, his arms enfolding her back. Her hands went round to grip his buttocks, she lowering her mouth to suck in the purple head of his pleasure-stick. She felt his tongue lap first at her clit, then her flaps, before wriggling in. The tip of his tongue could touch the cleft of his chin so it was able to probe deep, able to reach her G-spot. His cock felt like a red-hot rod of steel, it always did when he was aroused. She sucked hard, working her tongue around the corona, grinding her teeth against the taut skin a quarter of the way down his shaft.

His tongue was churning her vagina, inflaming her passions rapidly. Squeezing her thighs hard to the sides of his head, she worked her mouth up and down his penis, swallowing almost half its length. Her G-spot started throbbing, pulsing wonderfully wanton feelings into every part of her being. He did not stop his cunnilingus until she shuddered with a violent climax, she ejecting a jet of her personal juice right into the back of his mouth. She was proud to be a really powerful squirter.

Thrusting his jerking manhood, he filled her mouth with lots of his divine tasting hot jism, it having the hint of pineapple about it. Swallowing the lot, she did her utmost to extract every available drop. If there was one man on the planet who could sate her lust, it was Eduardo. She knew it and so did he, they soul mates who had fortunately come together.

Carrying her into the shower, she still sucking on his cock, he turned on the water, it swilling away their sweat. He lowered her, she bracing her hands on the floor to assist in turning herself to end up on her feet. "Thanks, lover," she said. Using her mouth, she ensured his bell-end was cleansed before she rolled forward his foreskin to cover it. "When are we going cruising?" she asked.

"As soon as we can," he replied, using his fingers to comb her long blonde hair away from her face. "Now, in fact."

"Shit. Give me fifteen minutes or so to get dressed."

"Okay. I'll be downstairs fucking a bitch-guard or two. So don't keep me waiting, otherwise I may simply end up too engrossed."

Stepping out of the shower, she headed to the door. Her two slave-studs followed as she padded along the landing towards her rooms, water dripping all over the floor. That did not matter, after all, other slaves merely existed to serve and undertake all manner of menial chores.

 

Chapter Two

 

The Somali slave-slut, P1716, was waiting in the antechamber when P5887 pushed open the door for her to enter. "Slave-slut, get my lattice! P4354, get me towels! Move your fucking selves!" she snapped, it always good to let slaves know who was in charge.

"Yes, mistress," they replied in unison, dashing either to her walk-in wardrobe or the bathroom.

P5887 opened the door into her bedroom, she stepping in. She rarely slept in it. Just twice to be precise, for she was always with Eduardo on the big round bed. She had a suite of rooms, her private domain, but then there was nothing she ever did that she wanted or needed to hide from him.

P4354 arrived with two big fluffy towels, he rubbing her hair, P5887 every other part of her body. He got to her crotch, she grasping the back of his hand, he realising she wanted him to rub hard in both of her cracks. When they had finished, she ran her left hand over her mound, checking there was no signs of stubble. She still could not fully appreciate that the roots of her pubic hair had been destroyed. Doctor Pantaloni had used the laser-eraser that Professor Klimmer had invented to eradicate the need for shaving. Her fingertips traced around the death's head branding mark that indicated she belong to Eduardo Satanas, the slaves all having a bigger version on their left buttocks, their numbers burnt into the flesh of their foreheads.

P1716 was patiently standing holding her uniform, she assisting to fit it on. It was the same as those worn by bitch-guards except theirs was in black lather, hers was in red. The body covering was made of thin straps linked by means of small chromed-rings forming a figure-hugging triangular latticework over her torso. She made certain that her nipples were comfortable within the slightly larger rings strategically placed for the purpose. The slave-slut zipped the wedge-soled thigh-boots and then fastened the broad belt so that it was slung low on her hips, the scabbard on the left containing a red-handled dagger with a small metal skull forming the pommel. Hanging on the opposite hip was a flogger, its nine three-quarter-metre-tails tipped with shot. They were ten centimetres longer than the tails on bitch-guard floggers, it meaning she could inflict a greater degree of pain. P4354 tied her hair back in a ponytail. It was still dampish but that did not matter as the equatorial humidity outside would soon make her perspire anyway. P1716 slipped the thick-linked chromed chain under the knot, making certain the five-centimetre silvery-metal death's head badge hung at her forehead.

Glancing in the long mirror, she admired the sight, taking the opportunity to ensure the crutch strap was comfortably separating both labia. Taking a prick in each hand, she mischievously jerked them several times until both were firm. "Not bad, mind you're not as big or as constantly rampant as your master. No indulging yourself whilst I'm gone, you'll probably be performing tonight."

"No, mistress." Both had impish grins upon their faces, she releasing their organs and setting off to find Eduardo.

At the bottom of the grand staircase, she turned left and headed to the Colonel's office. Still stark naked, he was there, giving Colonel Donna - a black from Aruba - her usual morning fuck. She was resting her arse on the edge of the desk, arms stretched out behind, using them to brace herself against the top.

"Hiya, Sylvie, glad to hear you're coming inspecting with us," Captain Jenni oozed in her Texan tones, she standing patiently observing the action.

"Hi, yourself," Sylvie replied, locking her mouth onto Jenni's for a passionate kiss. Her two best friends on the islands were the one she was currently kissing, she with double-D enhanced breasts and the naturally endowed Captain Adele, the most vicious bitch-guard there was. She was on Verde Island doing garrison duty.

"Eat your lunch, if you want it," Eduardo said, before letting out a couple of snorts. "We'll be on our way as soon as I've finished with the Colonel."

Sylvie broke off her action. "Later then, honey," she said softly, stroking the other's lips with her fingertips. "Better do what His Excellency commands." Turning, she saw P3484, Eduardo's buxom French body-slave, stepping over from the far side of the office carrying a platter of food. She swallowed the peeled king prawns lengthways, chomping chucks of avocado in between each crustacean. When finished, she allowed the slave-slut to lick her fingers clean before rubbing then dry in the creature's cropped hair.

"Ohhh Yeeeeesssss, Excellency!" Colonel Donna wailed as she came.

"Yeeeaaahhh!" Eduardo roared as he ejaculated. "Come on, let's get a move on," he said, showing no signs of having expended any energy.

Heading out of the office and to the front door, he and the four females climbed into the waiting red and yellow char-a-banc, the driver soon cracking the whip and reins getting the eight slave-mules into action. She flicked the tail of the whip at the animals' backs through out the trip, yelling, "Move it! Don't keep His Excellency waiting!"

"Obviously out to impress," Sylvie thought. "Who can blame her, His Excellency loves displays of cruelty and debauchery."

The driver pulled her charges to a halt when they arrived at the stone quay, the passengers alighting and walking to the far end where a sleek wooden barge was waiting alongside. It had fifteen oars down each side, each powered by a chained slave-slut. Standing on the stern deck, under the shade of a yellow silk canopy, was Sergeant Sunita with Troopers Miko and Mika; all three armed with their Zastava 85 sub-machine guns. The latter two had been Sylvie's companions when they had fought and killed slaves in the arena, it resulting in them being accepted as bitch-guard and she being installed as paramour. Clasping each in turn, they kissed affectionately.

"Cast off!" the sergeant ordered, the two troopers dashing to obey.

The barge eased on its way, leaving Diablo Island harbour and entering the sea channel known as The Narrows, into which small ocean going vessels came to deliver cargo. Turning left, they headed into the lagoon, they immediately turning right and heading southwards at a leisurely pace. Slave-slut P 3484 handed Sylvie, Donna and Jenni bottles of pineapple-bear as they leaned their backs against the stern-rail. She handed another to His Excellency who gulped down the contents before starting to prowl like a tiger, up and down the gangway.

Turning to the troopers, pointing, he said, "Get this slave-slut up to the stern deck, I want to fuck her. And, while you're at it, get that one there, from the other bank of rowers." Walking to the rear of the ship, he loudly informed everyone, "I'm as horny as hell and intend to screw and flog like crazy."

"When don't you ever," Sylvie responded impishly, knowing full well he never seemed to do much else.

The two slaves were bundle to the back of the barge, stripped of their harnesses and forced down onto all fours. His Excellency took a switch and created six red lines onto all four buttocks, each lash accompanied by howling and unanswered pleading.

Working a pair of fingers into her snatch, Sylvie sniggered as she watched with relish as he grasped the first creature by her collar, cruelly curving her spine as he mounted her, doggy style. Fucking fast and furiously, it was soon patently obvious when he spurted his seed. Moving to the next creature, he repeated the performance, he now perceptively perspiring.

"Troopers, return them to their oars, make them bend their backs rowing," he commanded. Clearly scanning, drooling like a rabid dog, he licked his lips, saying, "Lieutenant Jenni, you've some gorgeous manmade tits. It's a pity to keep them cooped up on a hot day like today, let them out."

Colonel Donna assisted her colleague out of her lattice, chucking it down to the planking. His Excellency's hands wasted no time. Grasping Jenni's large soft jugs, his mouth chewed at the flesh, he moving to lap against her chin and about her mouth before pushing his tongue deep behind her teeth. She spread her legs, he flexed his knees, rising, slotting his cock into her vagina. Wrapping her arms about his neck, his hands gripped her bottom and hoisted her feet into the air, pushing her backward until she was half-hanging over the stern-rail.

"Yes! Yes! Excellency! Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me come! Yes! Yes! Yes! Do me! Do me, please!" Jenni wailed.

He kept shafting, she coming several times before his buttocks clenched, he squirting sperm deep inside her. Grasping her thighs, he pushed her further backwards, much of her torso now dangling in the air some one-and-a-half-metres above the sea. His mouth went down to suck at her vagina, she howling another orgasm before he assisted her to get her feet firmly back onto the decking.

"Thank you, Excellency," she said, smirking.

The vessel was passing South Isle, one of the six inhabited islands in the small archipelago. His Excellency however seemed oblivious, he stalking along the gangway, picking out three more rowers who were swiftly unchained from their oars. He thrashed them, leaving six red stripes on each butt-cheek before proceeding to screw them in turn.

"It's all right for him, but I want something up me," Sylvie muttered to no one in particular, her carnal desires growing rapidly. She did not have long to wait. Jenni pulled her down to the deck and undid her crotch strap, pushing two fingers between her yearning flaps. Responding, she buried her head between her Sapphic partner's warm thighs and proceeded to graze on the gash and adjacent love-bud. Sucking hard, she used her tongue to re-explore every familiar cranny.

She felt a warm tongue working into her cunt, each stroke stoking up her internal fire. Hands prised her bum-cheeks apart, she soon feeling another tongue lapping along the length of the crack. It was hard to see who it was but she got a glimpse of brown skin, she concluding it was the statuesque Donna. Whoever it was, it did not matter, their tongue was prodding at her sphincter muscle, she knowing it would soon respond and open to let them in. Forcing her own tongue into the gapping slit before her, she savoured the flavour of the freshly pounded pussy, tasting the hint of pineapple in the samples of semen she extracted from within.

"Oh yeeesss!" Jenni shrieked, she locking her thighs about Sylvie's head.

She raised her own right leg to give easier access to her quim and Jenni's tongue went deeper, causing her lubrication to flow. The other tongue was making her colon palpitate pleasurably. "Oh hell, yes, yes, yes!" she thought, grunting as best she could, her mouth clamped to Jenni's clam.

Someone applied a cool dollop of gel to her anal ring. There was no mistaking the feel of Eduardo's hot cock as it started to push up her shit-chute. She kept her tongue working until Jenni shrieked an obvious orgasm and practically crushed her head in her vicelike thighs. Unable to hold back any longer, she withdrew her head, screeching, "Oooohhh yeeesss!" Shuddering, she ejaculated a stream of her juice all over Jenni's lower face.

Her lover-man was now right up her arse, his plunger compacting anything that blocked its way. It felt like a red-hot poker was in her rectum, salacious pleasure percolating into every cell of her brain. She watched Jenni move out of the way, Donna swiftly replacing her, they soon in a sixty-nine.

She brought Donna off, Donna doing the same to her. Somehow, His Excellency got to his feet, lifting her still impaled body with him. He might be more than thirty years her senior but he was incredibly fit and enormously strong, his muscles still well defined, he a regular user of Professor Klimmer's electro-stimulator, as she was too. She grabbed hold of the stern-rail to steady herself, Donna and Jenni appearing each side of her to lend a hand in holding her up. All the time, he simply kept fucking, pumping her arse which was now experiencing spasm after spasm.

Squeezing her colon as best she could, she shrilled, "Ffffuuuccckkk yyyeeesss, YYYEEESSS!"

"Oeeerrrrhhh! Yeeeaahhh!" he uttered as his hot semen spurted.

He extracted his cock but held onto her, dipping his head to push his tongue into anus, causing more wonderful sensations. The two bitch-guard officers, sinking to their knees, slobbered over his soiled prick,

"Sergeant, head for Verde Island," he said, as usual not even appearing to be out of breath. "And, whilst we wait to get there, let's have more pineapple-beer."