Santo Diablo
Copyright© 2025 by FantasyLover
Chapter 4
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 4 - I'm reposting a story that I pulled from SOL and then edited to meet the slightly more stringent guidelines from late March of this year. I also changed the story's name slightly. Yes, I know Santo Diablo is Western Hemisphere Spanish, and Portuguese is the official language in Brazil. Tough tookies. Story of a spy who gets out of the business. He retires to Rio planning to use what he has learned to create the life he's always dreamed of. adventure, action, intrigue, and espionage.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Rape Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction BDSM Harem
Shortly after lunch, we got a call from Isabella da Silva. Tearfully, she explained that her husband had just had a heart attack and died, and she was lost, not exactly sure how to deal with their finances. Ten minutes later, Corrina and I were there to comfort her. Isabella apologized to Corrina, explaining that she wasn’t making a play for me, but she just trusted me and needed someone to help her. She was more worried than upset about her husband dying because she just found out that he had been cheating on her with three mistresses in town. Of course, we already knew that.
By the time Corrina and I left an hour later, Isabella had found something to do with her life. She would have Juan, our contractor, build a large addition to her villa to house the new girls. The nuns would be welcome to use most of the existing villa as a school if they decided to, and she would see to it that the girls learned how to comport themselves properly in high society. Corrina and I would buy the villa from her and pay for the construction so that she didn’t have to worry about financial matters. Everything would be taken care of for her.
Monique, Suzette, and Ashley were waiting expectantly when we got back to the house. While I escorted them into the study, Corrina went to help the girls get ready for work tonight. We toasted their new life and a minute later, Suzette and Ashley were out cold. I carried them out to the studio and gave Ashley enough of the knockout drug to keep her out for an extra hour.
Carlita and her crew had everything set up for the shoot. Monique stripped her friends, and we placed them side by side on the big bed in the bedroom. When Suzette came around, I allowed her a couple of minutes to gather her bearings and realize that something was wrong. She tried to struggle, but a different drug was affecting her coordination.
“Welcome to your new life as a porn star,” I gloated. She tried to struggle harder, only managing to writhe a little on the bed.
“You and your friends harassed somebody I care about. Like I explained to Monique last night, at least she was honest about what she was. You three were no better than she was, yet you made her life miserable. For that, you will all pay.” The five guys who would perform the gangbang entered the room and Suzette continued her attempts to regain enough coordination to fight. The cameras rolled while four guys held Suzette down unnecessarily and the fifth fucked her while she writhed, struggled, threatened, and begged. Once he came in her, she quit struggling and they took her three at a time.
Each time one of them came in Suzette, Monique licked out her pussy.
When the guys had each used her, I put her back to sleep and let the guys recuperate. Once they were ready for round two, it was Ashley’s turn.
After the camera captured enough footage of semen leaking from Ashley’s ravaged cunt, I woke Suzette and had the three girls start on each other with the guys joining in whenever they felt like it.
Four hours later, once the guys were down for the count and the girls had received new mental programming, my three new porn stars chatted excitedly about tomorrow’s shoot. They decided that they should get home and get plenty of sleep, so they looked their best tomorrow afternoon. They would continue their last year of college during the week as if nothing had changed but would be porn stars on weekends.
“If I hadn’t seen it, I wouldn’t have believed it,” Carlita commented after they left.
“You didn’t do anything like that to me, did you?” she asked cautiously.
“Carlita, the fact that you even thought of it should tell you I didn’t. Did you see how unconcerned Monique was while I drugged her friends? Ask yourself this: If you had to choose between marrying the man of your dreams, or working for me, which would you choose?” She started to answer, but I stopped her. “I hope you would choose marrying the man of your dreams, but the fact that you could even consider making the choice should also let you know I haven’t messed with you. Those girls could never consider doing anything but what I’ve programmed them to do or what I tell them to do,” I explained.
She practically dragged me to the master bedroom in the villa, hoping for the same treatment her friends were probably going to be getting soon from their boyfriends. I’d just pumped a load of cum into her when the phone rang. Mario was worried. A black car with two of Alfonso’s henchmen had been parked across the street for half an hour, watching. I told him to have Vincente stay in the upstairs office, lights out, watching for trouble through the curtains. I wanted Lino to check that the back door was still locked, and then block it with something heavy and sit at the top of the stairs using a mirror to watch both the stairs and the back door for trouble.
I was dressed and on my way down the hill in five minutes, remembering to slow down at the curve where Mr. Forssler had his accident. I made the drive to the brothel in fifteen minutes, parked a block away, and walked the last part. When I was set up, I called and told Vincente to have all the girls stay on the west side of the front door until further notice, no matter what. It took two minutes to pass on my message and for the girls to comply. Several seconds later, the sound of two car windows shattering simultaneously could barely be heard above the normal hubbub. Everyone looked around for a few seconds before returning to what they were doing. I called back and asked Vincente to drive the car used by Alfonso’s goons to the back door, then broke my sniper rifle down and packed it up, being sure to pick up the spent casing and take it with me. The girls were excited to see me when I parked out front. I nonchalantly scraped the single flattened, bloody round off the cinder block front wall and pocketed it, too. I was pretty proud of that shot, two goons through the head with one semi-quiet sniper shot.
Cherry volunteered to be part of the payment for Pablo the mortician again, but wanted a second girl, too. He had specifically requested that Cherry return and had asked her to choose a second girl the next time we did business together. I gave her the cash for Pablo, and enough for a cab back in the morning, and thanked her.
Lino and Mario filled me in on Alfonso’s operation before I headed out to deal with Alfonso. There were several potential helpers to choose from there. None of Alfonso’s girls looked terribly happy, and several sported bruises on their faces. I settled on the one that kept casting nervous, surreptitious glances towards the guy at the door. She smiled and said all the right things as I approached, but her body language told a different story.
Like Cherry, she was naked even before I had the door closed. I pulled her naked body to me and pressed her against the wall, putting a finger on her lips. “Don’t talk, just nod,” I whispered, letting her see my gun, at least one of them. “I’m Mike. I own Rodolfo’s place now,” I whispered.
“Can anyone see or hear us in here?” I asked. Wide-eyed, she shook her head. “I have no intentions of harming you, just Alfonso and his goons,” I whispered. She nodded her understanding, and I could see the relief in her eyes.
Her name was Mercedes. Alfonso’s office was on the third floor, and he had at least six guards upstairs with him, possibly as many as eight. Like Cherry, she chose to be tied up instead of drugged. The interior layout of this building was a little different, but the upstairs door guard slid slowly down the wall to the floor anyway, leaving a bright red streak on the wall behind him. Looking beneath the door, my mirror showed four guys playing poker and two armed guards at the opposite end of the room. The armed guards looked casually at the door when it opened, as did the player facing the door. The two guards slumped quietly to the floor as I hollered, “Freeze.” Fortunately, for all four players, their hands were where I could see them, and they kept them that way.
One by one, I had them slowly stand and divest themselves of their weapons. Next, I had the tallest one use cable ties and tie each of the others to their chair. After checking his handiwork, I did the honors for him, making sure all four were securely gagged. I called Mercedes’ room and got an answer. She had worked quickly at getting untied. Like Rodolfo’s, I had her replace the guy at the front door so he could help with her unruly trick. He quickly joined the other four in a chair, and I began my drug routine.
Two hours later, I had five more male employees ready to do my bidding. I was still unsure what Alfonso’s final disposition would be, but for now, I let him live and spent quite a while questioning them about anything I could think of that I might need to know.
Evidently, Alfonso and three other owners were concerned. They knew that someone had taken over Rodolfo’s business, but had no idea who it was. They worried that he might try the same with their places. Alfonso would now keep me apprised of any problems, and tomorrow afternoon, would lure the other three owners to his place so that I could convert them, too. I left them with the usual instructions about how to treat the girls. He had several girls who used drugs, and was instructed to get them into a treatment facility tomorrow. I’d have Mario hire and send over replacements. My final instructions were where to take the three bodies.
Poor Cherry would have her work cut out for her tonight, but she seemed to enjoy the first night she spent with Pablo and when I called her, she almost seemed eager to visit him again tonight. I walked out with the door attendant, Luis.
Obviously, Mercedes had informed the girls about what was happening, and they were eager to get details. I talked with them briefly before dragging myself home to bed. The sun would be up in an hour or so, but that didn’t stop me from spending part of that time with Corrina. She was genuinely happy that I’d taken over Alfonso’s business, too, and with Carlita and Marta helping, showed me just how happy she was.
SUNDAY Nov. 11
Soft, warm lips on my cock, hushed giggles, and the smell of cooked meat woke me Sunday morning ... uh ... afternoon. The clock read 12:24 and it was probably correct since the sun streaming into the bedroom was quite bright.
“Wake up sleepyhead,” Olivia giggled. I turned my one open eye to her, and then panned the bed, finding Mariana, Tina, and Maria. My cock was currently ensconced in Maria’s mouth.
“Corrina said to wake you up by 12:30 so you had time to shower and eat before the film crew gets set up,” Mariana explained.
“Where’s Corrina?” I asked.
“She and several of the girls went to church and should be back soon,” she replied.
I quickly ate the brunch they had provided, cheeseburger and fruit, before climbing into the shower. I realized that I was still hungry, probably because I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch yesterday. My little angels anticipated this, and had another cheeseburger ready for me when I got out of the shower. I made a call to Doctor Lederman and asked him to also check the girls at Alfonso’s and get any that were on drugs into rehab at my expense. Then I called Sabina, letting her know she had thirty more customers.
I called Mario and asked him if he knew why Alfonzo only had thirty girls working for him even though his place was big enough for many more. Evidently, there had been an agreement that Alfonso and Rodolfo had worked out to keep the peace between them. I told Mario to go ahead and hire thirty more girls to send there. They could easily use an additional twenty, and if ten were using drugs like Alfonso thought, they’d need replacements. My final call was to Alfonso. I told him there would be thirty new girls arriving as soon as we could hire them, as well as a doctor to check the girls out today and then once a week.
I asked Alfonso to keep his eyes open for a few more goons. I wanted three more at Rodolfo’s, and four more at his place, and it would probably be a good idea to have a few extras. I would meet with all the new hires at the same time to give them the treatment. Alfonso let me know that he had scheduled a clandestine meeting tonight at his place at 6:00 with the three other owners he was involved with.
After that, the girls practically dragged me down to the studio for each of them to be taped losing their cherry. It was a dirty job, but somebody had to do it. Olivia and Maria looked enough alike that they could pass for sisters, so the informal plot was that the three girls had knocked on my door looking for jobs as household staff. I gave all three jobs, intent on giving them my household staff.
While the cameras rolled, I took them into what would be their room, and gave them the clothes I expected them to wear when working. Naturally, the short dresses did little to hide their teenage female charms, and they were not allowed to wear underwear. I insisted on helping each of them change into their new uniforms, casually letting my hands slip and fondle points of interest on each girl. Of course, this made all three girls extremely horny and receptive to my further advances and the uniforms they had just put on quickly ended up back off with the girls naked on their new bed.
Being the oldest, Olivia lost her virginity first, crying briefly at the momentary pain, a pain that was quickly forgotten in the throes of ecstasy and climax. Her sisters, Maria, and Tina, received quick lessons in cock sucking and muff munching, and quickly cleaned both of us. Popping Olivia’s cherry hadn’t been anywhere as difficult as Luisa’s. Her hips had widened, and she’d matured enough that she was damn tight, but I eventually managed to get all the way in.
After that, I turned my attention to her “youngest sister,” giving her basically the same treatment. I did have to give her a few minutes for the pain to subside after popping her cherry. Evidently, hers hurt pretty bad. I chided myself for not weakening it the way I had Luisa’s.
This time Tina and Olivia did the clean-up. When they finished, I pushed Tina back on the bed. After the obligatory cherry shot, I went down on her, eventually replacing my tongue with a finger. Like I had with Luisa, I scratched my fingernail across her maidenhead while she was screaming and writhing in ecstasy. It worked, and her cherry popping was much less uncomfortable than Maria’s. Her pussy welcomed my cock and I managed to bury it all the way inside, pumping wildly to keep up with the energetic pace she was setting. Maria and Olivia each chewed on one of Tina’s nipples while I jack hammered her and when I sprayed her insides with my jizz, she came the fourth time, passing out halfway through her orgasmic scream.
The video they got was outstanding. When we watched it later, you could see my cock pulsing as my spend jetted into her body. After the requisite close-ups of my wilting, pink ringed cock were done, Olivia cleaned me with her mouth while Maria cuddled Tina protectively until she woke up. By then, the camera had recorded the huge puddle of cum that had leaked out of her pussy.
We took a quick shower and I spread a special salve on the raw insides of their pussies before we dressed and headed for the house. The video crew ate an early dinner with me since they were expecting our three older porn stars soon.
After my quick, early dinner, I kissed Corrina goodbye, explaining that the three owners would be at Alfonso’s in an hour or so. She also introduced me to three new faces: Vega, Catalina, and Maricel, ages sixteen, fifteen, and fourteen respectively. Only Catalina was a virgin. I welcomed them, surprised when each of them insisted on kissing me.
The trip to town was quick. I called ahead and Alfonso opened the back door so I could sneak inside. I gave Alfonso and his four goons each a ring with two doses of the drug in it and instructed them how to use it if necessary. Several of the girls came in while we were waiting, including one who immediately caught my eye. Alfonso assured me that she was twenty, but she could easily have passed for much younger. Her name was Brigitte, and she was a pale-skinned beauty. She might have stretched to 5’ 3” but I doubt it. Her slender frame showed only the smallest of swellings for breasts and very slim hips. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun she could have covered with her petite hand. I was amazed, then, when she loosened it, and her baby-fine hair cascaded down to the middle of her back. She had a driver’s license and quickly accepted my offer to work from the estate, passing herself off as a young teenager. She could also help Corrina keep track of the girls and could help drive.
Vasco, Ricardo, and Wolf arrived promptly at 6:00, each with one bodyguard. Ricardo brought out a case of ice cold Skol, the favorite beer of Brazilians. The first bottle was quaffed during the chitchat and then Alfonso stood up to talk. Once all eyes were on him, his four men and I made short work of the six visitors using Tasers. We assumed that each of them was armed, and I didn’t want a gunfight breaking out in the seconds before they succumbed to the drug. Two hours later, my six new followers headed back for their places. I would visit each one this evening and indoctrinate their hired muscle, more thoroughly question each of the owners, and make any necessary changes to their current operation. With the four owners still in place to provide a buffer around me, I felt that Rodolfo’s place would be safe now, especially since the four new guys would all have the same policies towards the girls that I did.
Wolf was the first one I visited. He had a huge place with seventy-five girls working for him right near the beach. Many of his girls worked directly on the beach every night, competing against the free-lancers. What I liked about Wolf was that, unlike the other owners, he had been investing his profit in real estate and fully owned three buildings besides his brothel. The other owners had banked a large sum of money in case they had to run, but had spent the rest on gaudy, tasteless crap they thought would make them look wealthy.
One of the buildings Wolf owned had been a classy hotel decades ago, but had fallen into disrepair and was now basically a flophouse for the indigent, junkies, and cheap free-lance hookers. He bought it, hoping to turn it into a termas the way I now hoped to. Tomorrow, I would wire him slightly more than he paid for the building, and he would sign the deed over to me. I wouldn’t file it though, leaving him as the owner of record for now. Tomorrow, he and I would walk through it with Juan, come up with a plan, and then hire an architect.
I walked through the building when I left Wolf’s place. It was a dozen stories high with a storage/maintenance room on each floor. Even amid the filth, clutter, and the occasional unconscious form, the marble pillars and floor showed promise. I liked it ... a lot. Plans were still forming in my head when I got to Ricardo’s place for a repeat performance. Ricardo had forty-five girls, eight goons, and lots of cash in the bank. Vasco’s place was last. He only had thirty girls with four guys for muscle. I got home two hours before dawn, an hour earlier than last night. Inside of twenty-four hours, my business had grown from forty girls to almost three hundred girls. I was sure Sabina and Dr. Lederman were going to need help. Vasco had four girls who were fourteen and fifteen, so I took them back to the villa with me. I told him to call Mario in the morning to get any necessary replacements.
Corrina and Carlita were flabbergasted when I told them everything. I agreed to take Corrina with me tomorrow when I looked at the hotel, although she knew immediately where it was. I also decided that I needed another consulting session with the chief of police, and then possibly with the mayor and the chief prosecuting attorney for the city to see if they could live with my idea, and if they wanted to make it look like it was their idea.
MONDAY Nov. 12
They tried to be quiet, but construction crews aren’t known for their stealth. It was 10:19 when I finally gave up pretending to sleep and dragged myself into the shower. Corrina found out and joined me a couple of minutes later, bringing Brigitte along. Like me, Corrina was sure Brigitte was going to be a big help, as well as a big hit. Brigitte was just happy that she’d only have to fuck one guy a night for the same money she usually made fucking three or four guys. She and Corrina sucked me to full hardness and Corrina insisted that I give her ass a workout.
They fed me brunch again, fruit. Corrina and I had a 1:00 lunch appointment with the chief of police and they didn’t want to spoil my appetite. Juan had gone to Isabella’s this morning and talked with her. He recommended an architect who could have the plans ready in a week since he’d done something similar, but smaller, a few months ago. She agreed, and the architect would be there at 1:00 today. Juan was confident that the architect could do the design for the downtown hotel, too, so he and the architect would meet us at the hotel at 3:00.
Corrina had also contacted Sabina and Dr. Lederman. As I suspected, both were going to require assistants to care for that many girls, and both were quite happy about the extra business. I also received a package from a courier this morning. The courier’s package was in a large diplomatic pouch from Holland, and he left me a business card with instructions on how to contact him for a pick-up. Corrina was bothered by the fact that two of the videos were snuff films until I reminded her of the Marescas’ background and promised that I’d save the snuff films for the truly deserving.
We stopped by the jewelers and picked up the sixteen matching bracelets I’d ordered and ordered another sixteen. A stop at the printers and a stop at the costume shop and I had everything necessary for the invitations for this week. I dropped five off at the courier’s, keeping the last three to deliver personally. Lunch with the chief went very well. He was surprised to learn that I had taken over four more brothels as there had been no reports of any violence. I told him about my plans for the termas in the old hotel. That made his day. Evidently, the hotel was enough of a problem that he had two officers there, or no more than a couple of minutes away, all day and all night.