Author's Note- First I want to thank demonbarber14 for being my beta reader, you've been extremely helpful my dear friend and always a pleasure :).
Warning-Now for anyone reading this I will warn you that its very graphic and maybe offensive if you are the sensitive type. So if you feel offended or just feel disgusted then I suggest you turn away now. If you are a fan of the works of Marquise de Sade then kudos to ya because this is going to be based off the novel then the movie Salo. If you're going to be following this I will only have to say is...hold on to your seat!
Julie was a 24 year old woman with a curvy figure, hazel eyes and hair the color of chocolate. On this lovely Sunday she wore in a modest white dress with shoes to match and one would have thought she was a proper or religious type but her outward appearance was only a guise. This lovely lady knocking on the door in Beverly Hills was a dominatrix, she would have ended up a whore if it wasn't for Curvel. He had said to her, "If you want to get into the business of sex be a dominatrix; you make more money that way and you'll live longer. The only time you will be paid for sex is when one of us calls for your service." Taking that advice to heart she had ended up more prosperous, financially as well as sexually, than the common prostitute. This is an example of what her career demands and the perfect timing to get a glimpse of our four villains.
It was exactly nine o clock when Julie knocked on the door of the fine house when a 'woman' answered the door. "Has everything been prepared, Durcet?" asked Julie, the 'woman' gave a scowled at the name. "Remember I'm Doris, Julie not Durcet. If I was a man I would have beaten you for that mistake you fat pig." Julie was about to apologize then thought better to hold her tongue then followed Durcet into the kitchen. This first villain sitting himself down with an empty bowl and glass had been a sickly child, raised by a mother who wanted a girl. With his fair face, long lashes, and pouty lips, he would have been a perfect girl if it weren't for his penis, which hardly functioned at all. Until he was twenty-five, he had always sick from whatever his mother injected into him. To this day he doesn't really know why she made him purposely sick but he does know why his mother would dress him up as a girl. He loathes that sex yet he can't escape the thought he might really be a woman and even thought about a sex change, but that would make him the drastic inferior to his friends, even to Duke Blangis.
Julie got on top of the table in front of Durcet. "What did you eat this morning?" he asked.
"I had pancakes, eggs, bacon and a side of hash browns with coffee to drink."
"Are you ready to give me what I want?"
Without answer Julie went to her knees in front of the empty bowl, then leans over the dish. This was the part she hated, but it had to be done. She rammed both her fingers down her throat. It took her two agonizing minutes to finally expel the contents of her stomach into the bowl. The brave girl had to hold back tears after the deed was done, but that was not all; she needed to give her urine in the glass. After she was done 'preparing breakfast' she needed to get under the table and give the good stockbroker a blowjob (he was four inches and was flaccid the whole session). Once the villainous stockbroker weakly gave up his seed she was sent away with $1000 in cash plus a $50 bonus. This day was just getting started.
Her next stop was the Bishop, who was also her uncle. She drove out of LA to a quiet suburb with a few churches. She stopped at a Catholic church were her uncle was waiting in the basement. Before we proceed let's get a good look at the Bishop. He was a handsome man that would look the part of James Bond if he wanted to abandon the cloth but didn't want to get into the acting business like his dear brother. Unlike Mr. Bond he would rather be surrounded by gorgeous young male bodies than those bothersome females which also brings us to why he was a priest. This atheist playing the man of God was in the church for one thing only. We will know what that is soon enough.
Julie went down to the basement and met her uncle. He was sitting in a lawn chair, stroking himself, and watching a boy of twelve eat out of a bowl while completely naked. We can only guess that whatever was in that bowl was not very pleasant to eat, but the boy was so thin he would have been more than glad to eat shit. As part of the act, Julie took the whip hanging next to the Virgin and cracks it. "Uncle!" she exclaims in mock horror, "Why are you committing sin in the House of God? You should be punished for your actions!"
"Oh my sweet Julie, your right!" says the Bishop in mock guilt, falling to the ground on his knees with his member saluting her. His cock was a smaller and cruder version of her father's. "I must be punished, I must confess my sins! Earlier I fucked this boy in the ass and made him eat bread full of glass. I deserve your punishment, my lovely niece, I deserve it all!" After his confession Julie went ahead to whipping his torso and back, while he continued to please himself, but that wasn't all. She had to straddle herself unto a crucified Jesus and be fucked in the ass by her uncle. Julie was paid $5000 plus $200 for the anal.
At three in the afternoon, she had a meeting with her father, Duke Blangis. Unlike his brother he was in the acting business and has been since he was a child. He was a tall, muscular man of fifty five, just as handsome as his brother and equally evil, but with a slight difference. Even though he loved men, he much preferred woman. It didn't matter if they were old or young, if his prick is up at the sight of a woman he would be more then glad to put it to use. There was another difference from his brother; one had been keeping a secret for a couple of years. He had a feeling for his daughter that would have been considered a sin in his small circle, though he couldn't put a name to it. This feeling he had was completely new and very strong whenever he saw his daughter, stronger then when he saw his brother. He was not the only one with this strange feeling but we will get to that later.
Julie came to the gorgeous house of Blangis. Before she could even ring the bell, her father greeted her, which was a first. He had a smile that would charm the clothes off of you, but the sex would not be a pleasant experience. "Julie, Julie, my sweet little Julie," he said, hugging her as if he hadn't seen her in years. Once they were inside it was all serious business. She knew what was going to happen next.
In the living room were two boxes full of Christmas ornaments in every color. The job was to break every single one on the floor enough to form a small road. During her job, her cell phone alerted her to a text; judging from the ringtone it was from Curvel. Out of all her father's friends, she liked Curvel, even loved Curvel. While her father was hardly in her life and her mother died young Curvel was the closest thing to a father she knew.
Once all the glass was broken she stripped till she was completely nude then went on her hands and knees. She saw her father on the other side shirtless; the lustful look he gave had always frightened her. "Come here," he said, gesturing her to come. Slowly she crawled on the glass, the colorful shards digging into her skin. It was painful, but she refused to cry; her stubbornness refused to give her father that satisfaction. She finally reached her father; looking up at him he seemed frighteningly tall.
"Unzip," he said with authority. Slowly Julie unzipped her father revealing all 12 inches of him. The Duke's hands squeezed her soft breasts, "A benefit for you being a little chubby," he said, squeezing her so hard she almost scream, before he squeezed her breasts around his thick cock. This went on for thirty minutes until he exploded in her face. She was left with $6,000 and a $500 bonus but not before he gave her a passionate kiss and a good fingering.
Feeling more than happy to get out of her father's presence, she replied to the message. This was their conversation:
Curvel: Hey Julie, I'm going to be in LA this evening. Are you busy?
Julie: No, I'm free. Is this business or pleasure?
Curvel: When it comes to you it's always both sweetheart. Now before you come I want you to buy 'Fifty Shades' and 'Twilight'.
Julie: Why do you want that shit?
Curvel: It's part of the 'business', you'll find out. I'm eager to see you! Bye honey!
Julie put the phone back in her purse with a smile. She didn't know how Curvel felt about her; anyone can say sweet words and not feel a thing, so she kept that feeling to herself. She spent the rest of the day putting on her finest attire, preparing for her 'best client'. From head to toe she was dazzling. She had on a violet evening dress with diamonds around her neck and hanging elegantly on her ears, along with the finishing touches of lip stick, mascara, eyeshadow, and eye liner. After she was all dolled up for the night, Julie observed herself for a moment, admiring what she saw. No matter what those Hollywood fakes say about her weight and style she was real beauty.
Once the lights when up and the sun went down Julie was ready for the night. Knowing were her 'client' would be, she went to one of the newest hotels, The Bastille. Not only was it the newest, it was the finest. With its ivory and ebony marble, everyone who was any one went there for a good time. When Julie walked into the lobby with books she bought from a bargain book store (she was not going to waste all her money on shit). As she suspected, eyes were upon her whether in disgust or admiration she didn't care, she was not dressed this well just to get attention.
"I'm here for the President of the United States," said Julie, the woman at the front desk looked up and smiled nervously. The girl was a blonde with green eyes; she was so thin the body could have broken in half by the breeze. "Are you Julie?" asked the girl, her voice matching her nervousness. Julie nodded and was lead up to the Presidential suite. Julie knocked on the door, which was opened by a woman with hair so blonde it was white. "Come in," said the woman cheerfully leading Julie into the room were she met another woman this time a redhead and of course the President himself.
Unlike his three friends whom Julie had seen that day, President Curvel didn't lie about his age. He was approaching seventy, his hair was white and his skin had begun to wrinkle with age, but he was far from frail. He was 7 feet tall, thin and had a smile deserving his nickname when he fought in the Vietnam War, 'Crazy Death'.
"Ah, just in time, Julie. We were just having a discussion about the books these ladies were planning to publish," he said. Unlike his deathly appearance, his voice was charming, charming enough to convince you to jump off a bridge (sometimes he liked to brag that he actually convinced a junkie to jump off the Golden Gate Bridge once upon a time). If he could assist suicide then he sure as hell convince the American people to vote for him, including these two women.
Curvel got up from the chair and walked up to Julie, "You have it?" Julie was 5 foot 3 inches, which meant she had to look up at him. She handed the bag to him and his grin broadened.
"Good, I want you to go to the bedroom to get my things," he whispered, then went back to the two girls. The bedroom Julie was instructed to go was all in marble white. The bed in the middle had black see through curtains with the covers in blue and purple designs. In the middle of the bed was a red gym bag; even though it looked ordinary, its contents certainly weren't. Julie opened the bag to find a strap-on dildo, a bag full of shit (with one whiff, Julie could tell that it was actually Baby Ruth bars that had been melted down), and red and blue silk ribbons. Last but not least at the bottom of the bag was a gun with a silencer.
In the other room she heard one of the girls protest, even plead. "Please, don't do this. Why are you doing this to us?"
"Shut up! Now get on your knees the both of you!" Julie went to the previous room, bag in hand, to find the two women stripped of their clothes. The cheeriness they had earlier was completely replaced by despair. Twilight was in front of the redhead, Fifty Shades of Grey in front of the blonde. Curvel put his hand on the redhead,
"This girl is a fan of Twilight and a Mormon like the author. Also, she's a virgin. Tie her with the blue." Julie took out the two blue ribbons, one bound the hands and the other blinded her. As she was in the process of tying, Curvel introduced the blonde. "This girl is a fan of Fifty Shades, she hopes to be like the writer and her own writing shows. She's also a virgin." After the redhead was tied she did the same to the blonde with the red ribbons.
Once they were bound and blinded, Julie stripped and attached the harness with dildo to her hips. Curvel caressed the fake penis as he kissed her. "Now, let's bring on the shit," he said, Julie laid the Baby Ruth bars on each book, then Curvel ordered the girls to bend over and eat. Even though they might be candy bars it looked like the girls were actually eating shit. "Isn't this fitting, sweetheart? Look at how eager they consume shit! Would you eat that shit, darling?" Julie shook her head and went behind the red while Curvel was behind the blonde. The blonde paused as she heard Curvel unzip his pants and felt him hold her hips, "please…no," she whimpered, knowing full well what his intentions were.
Ignoring her plea, he plucked the cherry of the blonde while Julie plucked the red. Julie couldn't feel anything, but she was getting wet down there. It wasn't just the double rape that was getting her hot; it was the thought of what Curvel was going to do to her after the business was done. Unlike Durcet, the Bishop, and her father Curvel knew how to pleasure her as well as himself.
"What are you thinking about, Julie? I can tell by the look in your eye it involves me, doesn't it?" Julie nodded; she had been raised as a skilled liar, yet she did not have any reason lie to Curvel. Even if she did lie, he would catch any little fib, no matter what. Yes, he knew her very well with only one exception. "Are you still a virgin?" he asked with a smile. Deep down, he hoped she still was despite being used in other places. When Julie nodded yes he threw the blonde to the side and went over to the red bag pulling out the gun.
"One for God," said Curvel, shooting the redhead in the head, killing her instantly. Even though the girl was dead, Julie kept violating the corpse, hesitant to stop until Curvel said so. A second later he shot the blonde in the forehead, "and one for the Devil." Julie witness the body twitch for a few seconds then it was still.
"You can stop now, Julie," he said, pulling the body away from her, before kissing her as if his very life depended on it. Freeing her from the harness, he carried her to his bed. She pleasured herself as she watched Curvel strip down, until he was entirely nude. He didn't have a body of a God but he wasn't terrible to look at, in fact he was a real beauty himself. Curvel sucked the juice from her finger then proceeded to manipulate her clitoris himself. One of the many things she liked about him.
"Oh god, fuck me Travis," she said, she was the only one that called him by his first name, at least in private. Curvel positioned himself on top of her, teasing her entrance. At this point he made his confession about his feelings for her. "Before I do, I'll tell you a secret that you must keep safe at all times and you must tell me the truth in return."
"I'll keep it safe, I promise," she said stroking his cock. Curvel was in between arousal and nervousness. This feeling had been going on since she was a child and has been growing as she grew up. Finally he confessed his secret, "I love you."