The Island Of Dr Trusk Pt 03

The Island of Dr. Trusk - Part 3

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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 first two parts, 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. In Part 2, the trillionaire sociopath informed Eve that he wants her to begin bearing his children. Although this sequel will wrap up here in Part 3, I've outlined a story arc that will require more chapters to conclude. The arc leads to a conclusion that I think will satisfy everybody - but only if you readers continue to find reasons to like a piece of fiction so wildly different from my previous stories.

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The private jet departed from Montgomery-Gibbs Executive Airport, a general aviation facility owned by the city of San Diego. Dr. Leon Trusk maintained a hangar there for his corporate aircraft; it was more convenient than the city's big international airport. The artificial island he'd built in waters west of California wasn't large enough for a runway. Trusk's architects had designed an expansion that included a private airport, but it was a big job that would take years to complete.

Eve Davis gazed out the window as she gained altitude. It was the first time she'd flown in a private jet, and she was impressed with the level of luxury. For this flight, the aircraft held eight passengers. That included Eve, her boss and lover Trusk, a flight attendant, and five employees needed to complete the work Trusk hoped to accomplish in Japan.

Eve looked out the window and saw the coastline pass beneath them. The rest of the trip would consist of a long flight over the Pacific that led to their destination: Tokyo. Eve was expected to be the star of a presentation Trusk wanted to show to a group of local investors. He believed that when they learned she'd invented a drug that reversed the effects of aging, they'd do anything to support Trusk's campaign to expand into Asian markets.

"I've arranged for a tour guide to take us to some very nice places after we've finished conducting our business, dear," Trusk said. "I'm looking forward to spending quality time with the love of my life."

The love of his life. Trusk had used those words to fool many women into believing they were first in his heart. But Trusk had no heart. Eve was just one of many victims who fell for his lies. It thrilled her whenever Trusk claimed she was the only woman he'd ever loved. It thrilled Trusk to know he'd tricked a woman as brilliant as Eve.

The deception was intended to get her to do whatever he wanted. He'd used his most advanced therapies to enhance Eve's brain and body. Those improvements helped Eve perform at a higher level in the laboratory - and the bedroom. One of the reasons Trusk recruited Eve was that his headhunters identified her as a promising scientist who happened to be extraordinarily sexy. Trusk saw her as excellent breeding stock who could give him genetically superior children.

Eve looked forward to letting Trusk impregnate her.

"I want to spend a lot of time in the bedroom," Eve said, squeezing Trusk's muscular arm and putting her head on his shoulder. He patted her head and chuckled. "If things go well, you'll have a baby in your belly by the time we fly home, darling," he replied.

"That sounds wonderful," said Eve.

Becoming a mother had been her most important goal since before she met Trusk. She'd married her husband Phillip because she believed he'd make an excellent father. But then she'd been lured into the harem of sexy, accomplished women who'd agreed to have babies with Trusk, the world's richest man. Everyone knew Trusk was a genius, and Eve felt she'd won the genetic lottery when he "asked" her to bear his children.

Of course, much of her enthusiasm for this plan was based on the fact that Trusk had used drugs to make her feel an overpowering attraction to him. Trusk didn't care that her loyalty was chemically inducted. All he required was women who'd do whatever he wanted. He'd trained Eve meticulously, and now her devotion had no limits.

"I asked a seamstress to raise the hem of your skirt by a few inches," Trusk said.

"Why? What was wrong with it?" she asked. Eve was scheduled to do a presentation for Trusk's partners in Japan, and Trusk had hired a London-based designer to create an impressive suit for her. When Eve tried it on, she felt the suit was perfect in every way.

"The skirt is fine. The suit is fine. It's elegant. Professional. But you'll have more impact in a shorter skirt. Dear, you need to remember that the Japanese men in the audience aren't nearly as tall as you. I want you to intimidate them. When you're on stage, they are going to be overwhelmed with your beauty. A shorter skirt will emphasize how long and shapely your legs are - especially while you're wearing high heels. The fact that you are such a physically imposing specimen will work to your advantage. You're going to impress the hell out of them, baby."

"If you say so," Eve said.

"I know so," Trusk replied. "Besides, I have a personal reason for showing you off like this. Eve, I admit that this is vanity on my part, but I can never express how glad I am to have you in my life. While we're making the presentation in Japan, I intend to let everyone know that I am crazy about you. I want them all to know that our relationship is not just professional - that it is romantic. I am proud to have a woman as magnificent as you in my life.

"My male ego is fully aware of the fact that the men you encounter are going to be jealous of me. They are going to see how smart and sexy you are, and it is going to make every damn one of them wish they wore my shoes. I hope you don't mind, dear."

"I don't mind at all, Leon," Eve said. "I'm glad you feel that way." She had no way of knowing that the whole speech was sociopathic bullshit. It happened to be very effective bullshit, giving Eve one more reason to be loyal to her predatory boss.

As the flight continued, Trusk asked Eve thoughtful questions about her work, her life, and her devoted husband Phillip. He didn't care about what she had to say on any of those topics; it was difficult for him to act as though he was paying attention. Trusk knew that women loved it when men listened attentively to whatever they had to say, so he always spent a few minutes pretending to be interested in her words.

After he sensed he'd listened long enough, Trusk shifted to the topic he cared about.

"Darling, are you a member of the Mile High Club?" he asked.

"I don't know what that is," she replied.

"From the early days of aviation, there's been a tradition of people having sex while flying. You wouldn't believe how many folks have had sex while standing up inside one of those tiny bathrooms in commercial airliners. Sir Richard Branson claims that when he was young, years before he became rich and famous, he met a beautiful woman on a commercial flight and they had sex in the toilet.

"People who do this earn the right to claim membership in the Mile High Club. Today's a good day for you to join, Eve. I've got a little office cubicle in the front of the plane. It's small, but there's plenty of room to have sex. Will you join me?" As he spoke, Trusk ran the tip of his finger over Eve's lips.

Eve didn't want to do it. She knew that if she and Trusk entered that little cubicle together, everyone in the jet would know they did it to have sex. It was degrading, making her feel like a slut. But she loved Trusk, and could not deny him.

"Of course, Leon," she said. "I'll do anything you want."

"Thank you, darling," he replied. It made him feel gleeful. Trusk knew that taking Eve into his private cubicle was like announcing to everyone on board that he intended to have sex with her. The fact that it was degrading was the thing he liked most. Nothing pleased Trusk more than forcing his women to humiliate themselves for him.

He took Eve's hand and led her to the cubicle. It was intended to serve as an office, with a single chair and a fold-down desktop. It felt crowded after he closed the door behind them.

"I think this would be a good time for one of your 'gourmet blowjobs.' Would you do that for me, dear?"

"Whatever you want, Leon," Eve said, getting down on her knees so she could unbuckle Trusk's belt and unzip his pants. She was very proud of her prowess as a cocksucker, and she welcomed opportunities to demonstrate her skills. When she lowered Trusk's pants, she was pleased to see that he was already partially erect. The anticipation of receiving what Eve called her special 'gourmet blowjob' sent a rush of blood to his groin. He put his hand on the back of her head as she wrapped her fingers around his cock and sucked the head between her lips.

Trusk leaned back and enjoyed watching Eve act like a common whore. She'd never do anything like this for her loving husband Phillip. Only Trusk could order her to debase herself this way. Eve felt humiliated when she realized that everyone on the jet knew she was on her knees sucking her boss's dick.

But the humiliation also aroused her. In the months since they became intimate, Trusk had worked methodically to push the beautiful, refined Eve to do increasingly degrading things - and to enjoy doing them.

He'd drugged Eve with a compound that made her unable to resist him, and over time Trusk had trained her to enjoy subjugation. He watched as her head bobbed up and down, up and down. As the seconds passed, Eve began enjoying herself more and more, and she got increasingly enthusiastic about sucking Trusk's cock. Seeing Eve savoring her task made Trusk ask himself how he could push her even farther past her previous limits.

As he looked at the ocean through the window, Trusk got an idea. "Baby, you look so beautiful. So sexy," he said. "I'm going to take a picture of you with the window in the background. If you ever want to prove you are part of the Mile High Club, you can use the picture."

Eve would never consider showing anyone a photo of her having sex. Before she met Trusk, she'd never taken a nude selfie or allowed a man to take a picture of her naked. But Trusk changed all that, and now he had a big collection of pictures of Eve that ranged from tasteful erotica to hard-core porn. "Look at the camera and give me a smile," Trusk said, aiming his smartphone at Eve. It wasn't easy to smile while her mouth was full of dick, but she did her best, and Trusk was pleased with the result.

Sensing that Eve had earned a reward, Trusk closed his eyes and thought about what he hoped to accomplish soon. He'd scheduled this trip to coincide with the most fertile period in Eve's monthly cycle. She was due to ovulate in a day or two, and Trusk wanted to plant his seed while she was fertile. He'd impregnated many beautiful, accomplished women, but none of them were sexier or smarter than Eve. Trusk was on a campaign to give birth to hundreds of babies who would grow up to become a master race. He imagined that the children he would produce with Eve would be destined for greatness.

That's what he thought about as he enjoyed her splendid cocksucking skills. He felt her effortlessly swallow the big head of his cock, a feat that few women could manage. Her tongue ran up and down the underside, and she used one hand to massage his big balls. Trusk felt the climax building inside him.

"I'm going to cum, baby," he said, putting his hand on the back of her head and shoving his cock deeper. There was no danger of Eve pulling away, but Trusk enjoyed how it felt to press farther down her throat as he came. It let Eve know that she had to do exactly what he wanted. She'd learned that lesson well, but he never got tired of reminding her.

She began sucking a little harder when she felt his cock begin throbbing. Eve swallowed the first blast of his seed, and the second, and the third. Suck and swallow. Suck and swallow. Suck and swallow. Her belly was full by the time Trusk finished shooting his cum down her throat.

"Oh, baby... that feels

soooooo

good!" he said. Eve thought his exclamation of pleasure was probably loud enough for the people outside to hear. It felt humiliating and thrilling at the same time. Although she didn't like advertising the fact that she was willing to act like a slut for her boss, she got a thrill from knowing that anyone who heard Trusk's voice would realize that she'd done a first-class job making him cum.

She kept sucking until she'd swallowed the last drop. Trusk began getting soft, so she let his limp cock slip from her lips.

"Thank you, baby," he said.

"You're welcome, Leon. I hope you liked that," Eve said.

"I loved every second of it, but I think that's the last blowjob you're going to give me for a while. When are you supposed to ovulate?" Trusk said.

"Any time now," Eve said. She consulted her smartwatch, checking the fitness app that tracked her monthly cycle. "It should happen tomorrow. We'll see."

"From now on, we want to make sure that I do a good job filling your pussy with cum," he said. "Every morning. Every afternoon. Every evening. We want to make damn sure we don't miss this fertile period."

"I don't think there's a chance of that, Leon," Eve said. "There isn't a man on Earth who likes sex more than you. I'm sure you'll spend lots of time pounding away on top of me this week. I just hope you don't put me in a wheelchair."

When they got back to their seats, Eve ordered a soft drink. She wanted to get rid of the taste in her mouth. It seemed as though the flight attendant smirked when she served the beverage, but Eve barely cared. The bitch was probably jealous. Fuck her.

"We've got a long flight ahead of us," Trusk said. "Maybe we should review your presentation one more time." Eve got her laptop and showed Trusk each slide she'd prepared for the investors in Tokyo. She'd memorized her script, which described the way Eve had created a new pharmaceutical that reversed the effects of aging.

"Magnificent," Trusk said when Eve finished. "That's perfect, love. When they see that, every man in the audience will be willing to do whatever I ask. They will realize that this is the most revolutionary drug in the history of medicine, and that you are the most important figure since Louis Pasteur."

"I'm not sure about that, Leon," Eve said. "But thank you. You flatter me," Eve said.

Trusk felt satisfied. Eve had done a great job draining his balls, she'd posed for a pornographic photo, and she'd shown him a presentation that would help expand his empire. He wasn't interested in more idle chat with her, so he excused himself by saying he needed to meet with his secretary, Vera, to get an update on business issues.

As Trusk's assistant, Vera executed many of Trusk's most important directives. She knew more than anyone about the inner workings of Trusk Enterprises - including the unsavory and unethical dealings that made it imperative for Trusk to maintain his headquarters on an artificial island he'd built so he'd be independent of the legal and regulatory agencies that existed everywhere else.

But Vera played another important role. One of her job duties was to have daily sex with her boss. Although Trusk planned to have sex with Eve multiple times each day, he saw no reason to restrict himself to one woman for an entire week. Vera knew they'd have regular "business meetings" in the privacy of her hotel suite. She packed an assortment of sexy lingerie she knew her boss would enjoy.

"Good morning, Vera," Trusk said as he settled into the seat next to her. "Is there anything to report?"

"Not as yet, sir," Vera said in the upper-class English accent Trusk loved so much. Hearing her speak was almost as arousing as looking at the tall blond's athletic body. "The department heads know you'll be out of pocket this week. I've instructed them to send brief daily updates describing significant developments while you're gone. I'll put copies in your email account."

"Don't bother, Vera. You can decide whether I need to get involved. If somebody needs a decision, you can make it for them. I trust your judgment."

"Very good, sir," Vera said, pleased to hear Trusk express confidence in her. The boss had gradually given his assistant more responsibility over the years. With her aristocratic background and degrees from Oxford and Harvard, she was overqualified for secretarial work. But Trusk had promised to let her have as much responsibility as any of his executives, and he'd delivered.

When she accepted the job, Vera hadn't known that one of her duties would be to have sex with Trusk anytime he wanted. It had been a shock the first time he bent her over his desk and fucked her. But she'd enjoyed the experience, and now the daily rogering was her favorite part of the job.

Trusk ran the tip of one finger up and down her leg. "Have you ever been to Japan, Vera?" he asked.

"Never, sir. I've read that the snowy slopes of Mount Fuji are very beautiful. I look forward to seeing them for myself," she said.

"There's not much of a chance of that, I'm afraid," Trusk said. "There used to be snow on the mountain this time of year, but it's become less frequent. I read that this has been an unusually hot, dry season in Japan. The farmers are complaining." Trusk ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. Vera enjoyed the way it felt, but she worried that someone might see what he was doing. When men acted like this, they were seen as virile; that was especially true of a man as powerful as Trusk. But women who engaged in this kind of behavior were slut shamed.

"Are you starting something you can't finish, sir?"

Vera whispered as his finger edged higher. Trusk laughed.

"Not at all, dear,"

he said softly, shoving his hand all the way to her panties. Vera was alarmed; if one of the other passengers walked to the front of the cabin, they'd see what Trusk was doing.

He pulled her panties to the side and began running one fingertip up and down the length of her slit. Vera wasn't surprised when she realized that her pussy was already wet. Trusk always affected her this way. She loved having sex with him, but she didn't want to be caught.

"Sir... please..."

she said. Even Vera didn't know if she meant "please stop" or "please don't stop." It didn't matter. Trusk had no intention of stopping before Vera climaxed. He realized that he was inducting two women into the Mile High Club during the same flight. The idea would have made his cock hard if Eve hadn't just given him a particularly nice blowjob.

He massaged Vera's clit with one finger, making her climax. She bit her lower lip as she struggled to avoid making any noise. It was a small orgasm, but it made Trusk feel gleeful. He slowly withdrew his hand and smoothed Vera's skirt.

"Are we finished, or do you need more?"

Trusk asked quietly.

"That will be sufficient, sir,"

Vera replied as she tried to catch her breath.

Trusk shoved his fingers between her lips, forcing her to suck them clean. Vera knew she'd need to visit the restroom to tidy up as soon as she could without arousing undue suspicion. Although she didn't enjoy it when her boss forced her to have sex at times when they might be caught, she liked Trusk's boldness.

Vera wasn't the only woman who believed Trusk was the sexiest man in the world. She liked that he never conformed to the rules of behavior that applied to all other men. It didn't bother her that he had sex with different women every day; as his assistant, Vera scheduled the women and reminded them when it was time to report to his bedroom.