The Island Of Dr Trusk Pt 02

The Island of Dr. Trusk - Pt 2

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This is a sequel to "The Island of Dr. Trusk." It will be impossible to understand this story if you don't read the original, which describes the sinister Dr. Leon Trusk and his hapless victims Eve and Phillip Davis.

As I've explained before, I had misgivings about posting a story featuring such an evil, predatory character. I only decided to create this sequel after receiving encouragement from you readers.

I hope you enjoy seeing what Trusk does next. Here in Part 2, the trillionaire sociopath informs Eve that he wants her to begin bearing his children. Although this part of the sequel will wrap up in Part 3, I've outlined a story arc that will require a few more chapters. The arc leads to a conclusion that I think will satisfy everybody - but only if you readers continue to find reasons to read a piece of fiction so wildly different from my previous stories. As always, I will be guided by your votes.

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Leon Trusk is an accomplished liar. He's had lots of practice. It helps that he is a classic sociopath, being so unconcerned about other people that he's almost able to believe his own lies. Almost. Trusk acknowledges that he has psychiatric issues most doctors consider toxic and unhealthy, but he prizes the most pathological parts of his evil personality. Ruthlessness helped him become the richest man in the world. It explains why he is able to freely enjoy his life, unconcerned about all the damage he does to other people.

"Vera, would you come here, please?" Trusk asked. Vera Clarke is his administrative assistant. It's a job she's done exceptionally well for more than three years. Trusk hired her because she's smart, organized, dedicated - and extraordinarily sexy. He loves listening to her upper-class English accent, and he enjoys looking at her tall, regal profile as she walks around the office in high heels. He told Vera when he hired her that he expected her to wear the highest heels she could manage, and he was pleased to discover that she was comfortable in towering stilettos.

"Can I help you, sir?" Vera said when she entered the office. It was the middle of the day, and Vera thought she knew why he summoned her. She suspected he wanted the same thing he demanded every day.

"Come over here and bend over the desk," Trusk said, rising from his chair and unbuckling his belt. After Vera assumed the position, Trusk lifted her skirt above her waist and lowered her panties to the floor so she could step out of them. She felt him run his hands over her bare flesh. He'd praised her lovely bottom many times, and it pleased Vera to think about how much he enjoyed touching her back there. The sensation made her shiver with excitement and anticipation. This was the highlight of her day.

Sometimes Trusk asked Vera to accompany him to his bedroom, where he took the extra time to strip her naked and enjoy a leisurely session of sex in bed. But they didn't have time for that luxury because it was an unusually busy day. Vera needed to attend to Trusk's needs in a faster, more efficient manner.

She didn't mind. Vera thought there was something very special about the way her boss had sex when he was in a hurry. He moved with such assured confidence that it aroused Vera, who knew he'd make sure she climaxed at least once before they finished. He knew an endless number of ways to give her orgasms powerful enough to rattle the windows. She never knew how he would do it, but she was never disappointed.

All she knew was that the session would end with her full of his cum. Sometimes it would be in her pussy. Sometimes in her belly. On occasion, she'd limp away with cum dripping from her ass. It was like that old saying about opening a box of chocolates. When Vera had sex with Trusk, she never knew what she was going to get.

It started in a straightforward way. She felt Trusk's fingers running up and down the cleft of her ass, probing gently at her most private parts. "I love how quickly you become excited," Trusk said. "It's thrilling to see you ready for me so soon. You are a lot of woman, Vera," he said.

"I'm so glad you think so, sir," she replied in her sexy accent. Soon, Trusk's cock became hard and he began running the head up and down Vera's slit. It wasn't long until they were both wet enough to nudge the tip inside her passage. As always, Trusk's cock was a shock at first because he was so big. But he knew that Vera's tight pussy would eventually stretch enough to accept him. All it took was time and patience.

There was some discomfort at first, but it was the kind of pain that Vera enjoyed. She liked the way it felt when Trusk's oversized organ began to plumb her depths. He pushed in a bit deeper with every stroke, triggering fresh little twinges of sweet torment. For a long time, Vera had believed that having daily sex with Trusk would eventually stretch her pussy enough to accept him immediately without trouble. But they'd been together for years, and although the problem was diminished, Vera now realized it would never disappear completely.

He went deeper, and deeper, and Vera's arousal soared. She remembered how it all began. Trusk recruited Vera while she was finishing her master's degree in business administration from Harvard; she'd earned her undergraduate degree from Oxford. She'd expected to become a corporate executive someday, but the opportunity to be the administrative assistant to the richest man in the world was a more tempting offer. He'd pledged to let her make many of the daily decisions required to run Trusk Enterprises, and he'd kept that promise. It had evolved into a job that was even more satisfying than she'd hoped.

But it started out in an unexpected manner. On her first day, Trusk grabbed her from behind, bent her over his desk, and forced himself on her. What she learned that day was that one of her work duties was to have sex with the boss. She was shocked and hurt by the violation, which left her in tears.

But it also left her confused. Trusk made Vera climax three times that first day. One of those orgasms was the strongest of her life. No man had ever given her so much pleasure, and she was baffled by her reaction to the non-consensual sex. It happened again on the second day, and on the third. By then Vera decided that she liked being taken without her permission. Trusk was a tall, muscular man with a cock larger than anything she'd seen - larger, even, than the best-endowed porn actors. Trusk's scientists had developed treatments for enhancing male muscularity and enlarging the penis, and he'd taken full advantage of that work.

By the end of the first week, Vera decided that her daily orgasms with Trusk represented her favorite parts of the job. She realized that she was being paid to have sex; technically, that meant she was a whore. But she decided she'd rather be Trusk's whore than another man's wife.

As Trusk pounded deeper into her pussy, Vera gradually lost the ability to think about such things. Trusk's cock had pushed in so far that the head was slamming into her cervix. Although it hurt, the pain was so delicious that Vera felt herself beginning to climax.

She hadn't enjoyed pain before Trusk hired her, but in their time together he'd trained her to savor the sweet agony that came from being ravaged by such an oversized organ. She knew she'd ache for hours afterward, but she didn't care. The sting she felt when she sat down later that afternoon would remind her of how much she enjoyed being rogered by her virile boss.

Vera felt herself being lifted into the air and spun around until she was on her back. From this angle, she could look up and see the sly grin on Trusk's face as he placed her feet over his shoulders. The pounding resumed while he gripped her hips and went in even deeper. She heard moans escape from her lips as the onslaught continued.

She climaxed again. It was stronger this time, but she knew an even more powerful orgasm would happen soon.

Trusk pushed a thumb between her lips, literally fucking her mouth. Trusk's hands were so large that his thumb was almost as big as a normal man's cock. That's what Vera was thinking about as she sucked on that thumb, enjoying the idea that he was giving her a kind of double penetration.

This went on long enough for Vera's arousal to grow so strong that she knew another climax was imminent. Trusk used his free hand to massage her wet, throbbing clit. The orgasm that followed was stronger than the first two combined. She called out as the waves of pleasure spread from her throbbing pussy to every other part of her body. She cried out again, and again, and again, wallowing in the sensations that transported her to an ecstatic realm of lust.

Soon she felt his cock throbbing as he filled her with blast after blast of seed. She wished that she could become pregnant from his gift, but as a condition of employment she agreed to remain on birth control. Trusk hadn't told her yet, but he'd decided to let her have children with him eventually. It wouldn't happen soon. He needed her to devote her full attention to the job for several more years. But someday he'd let Vera entrust some of her duties to an assistant so she could devote adequate time to motherhood.

As their orgasms faded away, Trusk bent down and gave Vera a passionate kiss. Although she loved how the kiss felt, she knew it was a mistake to make too much of it. Vera was in a unique position. She was the only person in the world who knew the full extent of Trusk's relationships with women.

It was well known that he had many girlfriends, and that a large number of them had his children, but the details were a closely-guarded secret. Vera knew everything because she scheduled Trusk's romantic interludes. She knew, for example, that he had spent last night with a woman named Mimi Scott, who'd recently been promoted to the job of director of human relations. As often happened, Mimi looked worn out that morning as she staggered from Trusk's bedroom and made her way home to her husband Conrad. Vera knew that Trusk would spend tonight with Eve Davis, a molecular biologist working on a particularly important project involving Trusk's ongoing efforts to develop a therapy that reversed aging.

Tomorrow he'd spend the night with a woman named Rita Pohl, who had the job title of customer service representative but who had some mysterious secret duties that Vera didn't know anything about. Trusk's calendar listed a different woman every night, and he had daily sex with Vera.

When Vera started her new job, she thought it was odd that Trusk had sex so often. Most men would be satisfied to have sex with one woman every morning and a second every night; midday sex with his secretary seemed excessive.

But Trusk was not like a normal man. Vera was certain he was the most virile male who'd ever lived. She knew he'd undergone therapies that made him bigger, stronger, smarter, and more dynamic. The treatments left him with a bigger cock, larger balls, more testosterone, and a stronger sex drive. It was a challenge to satisfy the needs of a man like Trusk, and Vera felt honored to receive his attentions so often.

"Thank you, Vera. That was wonderful. I hope you know how precious you are to me," Trusk said, patting her bottom as he backed away from the desk. His large cock slipped wetly from inside her pussy. He stuffed it back in his boxers, then zipped up his pants.

"You're welcome, sir. I enjoyed every second of that," Vera said. She walked to her private bathroom so she could tidy up. After she finished fixing her hair and makeup, Vera returned to the office and got back to work.

"Dr. Davis has confirmed her dinner appointment with you tonight," she said. "You said earlier that you intend to give her a ring this evening. Would you like to see what's available?"

For Vera, the phrase "dinner appointment" was a little euphemism that meant Eve Davis would spend the night with Trusk, having sex through the hours of the evening and following morning. She also knew that Eve was due to receive a little speech he gave to his women when he informed them of his decision to allow them to get pregnant. The ritual included presenting them with a ring that symbolized his fondness for them.

Eve didn't know it yet, but Trusk was about to give her the news she'd waited months to hear. Vera expected that Eve would be very happy - and very sexually satisfied - when she limped home tomorrow.

"This is a good time to handle that, Vera," Trusk said. "Please, show me the rings."

Vera went to a room where a large, fireproof safe was concealed behind a wall panel. She returned to Trusk's office with a tray that contained 23 of the finest pieces of jewelry in the world. Each one-of-a-kind ring had been commissioned from places like Tiffiny, Cartier, Bvlgari, and Dior.

"These are all magnificent, sir," Vera said. She placed the tray on the desk so he could examine the rings. Each one represented the pinnacle of artistry. When the richest men in the world wanted rings for the women in their lives, they commissioned jewelry from the same artisans who'd created the masterpieces displayed on Trusk's desk.

"What do you think would look good on Eve?" he asked. Vera had exquisite taste. Trusk imagined that it was due to her upper-class English upbringing. Vera was a very smart, talented woman. When Trusk hired her, he'd never imagined that he'd want to have children with her one day. He needed a secretary, and he knew Vera was qualified. But as he'd gotten to know her, he'd realized that Vera's sharp mind and athletic body made her an excellent candidate for breeding.

"I'd recommend the ring with the blue diamond," Vera said. "It would coordinate with her beautiful blue eyes. The silver setting and the small white diamonds surrounding the large stone would be a good match for her lovely complexion. Any woman would be thrilled to be gifted with such a fine ring."

"Very well. That's what I'll give her," Trusk said, picking up the little box and setting it aside. Most of the women who'd received rings from Trusk had extraordinary accomplishments on their resumes. Famous artists. Virtuoso musicians. Accomplished executives. Respected engineers. That's why he'd decided they had the potential to bear superior children worthy of the Trusk name.

Only Vera knew the full extent of his campaign to have as many children as possible. She did the paperwork required to take care of his large and growing family.

Globally, it was known that Trusk had fathered many children with many women, but the exact number was a mystery. Vera was the only person other than Trusk who knew that he had sired 43 boys, 47 girls, and that 14 women expected to give birth sometime in the next nine months. Currently, 56 of the mothers lived on the Isle of Circe, and they met regularly to have sex with Trusk so they could bear even more children.

Another 17 women lived off the island, and many of them made regular pilgrimages to Circe so their children could spend time with their father - and Trusk could impregnate them again. Vera knew the inner workings of the Trusk Family Foundation, which managed the task of financially supporting all those women and children. A portion of the foundation's assets were invested in funds that would eventually be used to pay the tuition to send all those children to the finest universities in the world.

There was just one thing Vera didn't know. Part of the reason so many women were so enthusiastic about being intimate with a man who had so many women was a secret. Vera assumed that what attracted women to Trusk was that he was the richest man in the world, he was very sexy, and he had a personal magnetism that was irresistible. All that was true, but what few people knew was that when Trusk wanted a woman, he arranged to secretly drug her with a compound that enhanced her sex drive, boosted her fertility, and gave her an overpowering urge to have sex with just one man - Trusk.

When these drugged women got close enough to Trusk to inhale his pheromones, all they wanted to do was let him take them to bed and ravage them for hours. In their drug-altered state, they invariably experienced the most powerful, satisfying orgasms of their lives. Afterward, they yearned to return to his bed again and again and again. More than anything else, they longed for him to impregnate them.

He'd drugged Vera, who'd been given the compound a week before starting to work for him. That was the reason she didn't object too strongly when Trusk forced himself on her during her first day on the job. It explained why she was so happy that her daily job duties included letting him bend her over his desk and drain his balls.

Trusk didn't just use women. He made them WANT to be used.

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Eve Davis looked nervous as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. "Is this dress alright?" she asked her husband Phillip.

He came up behind her, wrapped one arm around her waist, and hugged his wife. "You look more beautiful every day," he said. "Everything about that outfit flatters you."

It was true. The dress showed off Eve's long, shapely legs. It put her bare shoulders on display, and presented a generous amount of cleavage. It hugged her curves in a way that made it obvious that Eve had a spectacular body.

She'd always been beautiful. When she was in college, Eve earned money for tuition by working part-time as a model. She competed in beauty contests that gave scholarship money to the winners. That was years ago, but Eve was even more appealing now because of therapies she'd received since she started working for Trusk Enterprises.

The pharmaceutical giant allowed top employees like Eve to undergo treatments that boosted their minds and bodies. She'd always been tall - standing 5 feet 11 inches barefoot on the day she became an employee. Now she was 6 feet 2 inches, there was more muscle on her shapely frame, and very little fat. She looked a bit like a bodybuilder, even though she never lifted weights.

The most dramatic change was probably to her breasts. She'd worn a D-cup before her treatments caused more erectile tissue to grow. Now she wore an E-cup, and her boobs were so firm they looked as though they belonged on Mount Rushmore. All that erectile tissue became engorged with blood when Eve was aroused, making her swollen boobs especially firm and sensitive.

A hidden transformation happened between her ears. Her IQ was measured at an impressive 150 when she was in school, but recent treatments added 20 points to that total. She noticed a big difference when she worked in the lab, instantly seeing solutions to problems she'd labored over since she was a grad student. She'd been transformed from a good scientist to a great one. She'd likely accomplish things worthy of a Nobel Prize someday.

She was aware of those changes, but she didn't realize that the reason she felt such overpowering loyalty to her boss, Dr. Leon Trusk, was that he'd given her a drug that left her with so much sexual desire for him that she would do anything to keep being welcome in his bed. She planned to spend that night having sex with Trusk, which added a surreal element to the fact that Eve was asking her husband Phillip if she looked good for her "date."

Phillip had been drugged too, of course. Trusk had transformed Phillip into a pathetic cuck who approved of his loving wife Eve having sex with her virile boss. The fact that neither one of them thought there was anything odd about the arrangement was a testament to the effectiveness of Trusk's sinister methods.

"Have you eaten anything recently?" Phillip asked.