He looked at the mirror and beheld a demon, a blood-thirsty woman-hating monster. A sex god.

At 33, Brian Bolger was on top of the world. Rich, sinfully rich, but all by his own hand. His own private jet, offices in Montreal, New York, and Sao Paulo. His company, Sous-Sul Computique Ltd. (SSCEb on the NYSE), had gone public when he was 27. Some say its price was inflated. Brian Bolger didn't care. He owned 55% of the company, market value $4.5 billion US or $6.5 billion Canadian. In addition he drew his salary as Founder/President.

Brian was a handsome man, too. He was 6 feet 2, 185 pounds, had curly black hair and piercing gray eyes. Hooded eyes. Clever and deep. He didn't smoke, drank lightly, limited his drugs to marijuana and powder cocaine, and exercised an hour each morning and evening.

His wealth allowed him anything, including cruelty. He hated women. Hated them because they made his prick hard. He wanted to hurt them and kill them, and yes, fuck them.

Women liked him because he treated them with genuine respect, listened to them, didn't hustle them or exploit his authority. He was smart, with a Ph.D. in electrical engineering from University of Minnesota, Rochester, and two masters degrees--business from Cornell, and Anthropology from McGill. An unusual package of skills and training. From his father's trust fund he'd invested a million dollars to found a firm specializing in forensic anthropology, and sold licensed software to most North American police departments and Coroners Offices. He sold that company for stock in a bigger one, then founded a new firm dealing with computer imaging and telemetry. Night enhanced spectra-morphing, ideal for the military. He was worth $100,000,000 when he was 26, and selected Canada's Premier Entrepeneur, 1993.

Brian stroked his penis, which was already hard and had been so ever since he woke. He loved to feel his cock. It was heavy, perfectly shaped, long and firm. Its usual angle was 75 degrees, and then higher at the moment of ejaculation.

Women were crazy about him. He never went to bed without tail. His ejaculations were horror-stories, bone breaking hard and unforgiving. Once he had actually passed out with the ferocity of his spend. The woman (a child actually) suffered a broken neck. Now she sat in a wheelchair and her head drooped. A genuine pity, Bolger thought; he had not meant to hurt her, but he had no control. His violence was most acute with the young....oh god yes, the younger ones!

In his bed lay two girls. Mother and daughter. The older female had the most delectable butt and was very pretty, in a nondescript sort of way. She was needful in bed, and Brian suspected her self-esteem was low because her breasts were so small as to be practically non-existent. They were little more than nipples on 50-cent piece puffins......(cont)