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This is a fictional blackmail and rape story, so if it offends you in any way, stop Reading. You were warned. Do n't go bitching at the comments later on.

This is a obscure fantasise story. I do n't condone or partake in any of the actions portraited here.

This is for people like me, hombre and female child, who likes this variety of harsh stuff with a good story.

*Like my old stories, if I have support enough to follow this up with more chapters, I 'll include more utmost stuff, and probably some vanilla to keep you Guy interested in the fictional character. *

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***THIS narrative CONTAINS FICTIONAL rape, BLACKMAIL, AND VIOLENCE. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION***

The chief

"Sir, she is here,"Brandon, my security department safety came to the living room to state me.

"goodness,"I said, putting down my cigar."William Tell Edgar to await in the car. Be certain to check if he had put her earpiece inside the jamming box as I instructed, and go along it that way until he brings her back. No disruption and cipher inside the house until I say so, understood ?"

"Of course, Sir. I'll bring her in,"he says and leaves at once. He had a smirk on his fount, I did as well. Brandon was as trusty as they come, and every prison term I was up to something he was the only one I could count on. One, because I paid him well enough, two, because sometimes I'd let him give birth some fun himself. I'm nice like that to the ones I noticed to think like me.

Alissa walked in, as stunning as I could think from all the parties I threw for the staff of my troupe. Tall, slender, sleek black hairsbreadth down to her waist, and peel as white and undefective as the most expensive porcelain. The girlfriend got through the door and I could bask in how afraid, how awkward she felt. I loved that. She walked in and, by the time she got near the tremendous Robert Gray couch I had at the bread and butter room, I could already hear Brandon leaving and locking the battlefront door.

I sat comfortably on the cast inverse to where she stood coyly, not knowing what to do."Have a seat,"I ordered. She inhaled deeply and followed my command, sitting on the former side of the C shaped couch. gage was still coming out of the cigar resting in the tray on top of the unretentive nub table.

"I believe you already have sex why you are here,"I stated. She nodded, and I could see her beautiful blackness optic watering."Those papers over the table, close to you, are all information on what your sire has done in the last eight years he has been working for me. You can pack your metre and visit it if you want, but what you'll find is evidence plenty to put your dad in jail for at least another eight old age. Maybe more considering the strength of my lawyers."

She looks at the papers as if she is staring at a matter coming out of a nightmare, then she shakes her head and says,"I don't need to. I saw what you sent me."

"commodity. I wouldn't put you in this situation unless I was absolutely certainly of the destructive power this would take in on your kinfolk,"I said coldly looking at her,"But if you do as you're told, everything is going to be very well. You're going to end up senior high school day, go to a just college, and your Father of the Church will be stealing money from me until he happily retires, as if nothing ever happened. Let's just Leslie Townes Hope he doesn't get ambitious to the period it is not deserving having you around anymore."

Alissa puts on a fake resolute face, but that didn't stop the tears from running down her adorable teenage face. `` What do you need from me ? '' She asked.

'' Firstly, I was trying to get to this more casual. We could take in had some drinks… Maybe it could make turned around better for you, had you been smart enough to fiddle along, '' I say while getting up, picking up my cigaret, smoking, and then puffing straight to her brass. She cringed. `` But since you 're brave enough to ask questions like that, I think you can face the inevitable truth as well : I want you to be my whore. ``

I stood right in front of her, and I was looking her straight in the eye when they got wide. Apparently, saying it out loud just turned things real for her. She froze in property, shocked.

'' What ? It was you who asked me bluntly what I wanted from you. There you go, '' I said sitting back on the sofa. `` Hopefully, you 're going to be around me for a long piece, so I 'll kick in you a piece of advice. Try to enjoy yourself. get me happy, and there's a chance you'll be well-chosen too. There are perks for being shut to a mighty man like me. And I know very well I 'm not hard to the eye, much the opposite. ``

That was true. I 'm a tall man in his ahead of time forties, well built, muscular. My chin is chiseled, and I always have a very well defined and trimmed beard on my typeface. My black whisker is always back in a stylish fashion, and I already have some grays on the face, which I was told were very attractive to some kinds of woman. Being attractive, it was never hard to have a gorgeous charwoman by my side. I was married to a very beautiful daughter in my other twenties, when I was reinvigorated out of college, and I wasn't this rich yet. Now it was more a question of choosing which one.

job was, I only got the tactile sensation of successful possession I craved for when I was manipulating them. I used to hold a pot with a model delegacy, so they would send their new models to me for a try out. Unfortunately, the risk of being sued or denounced to the authorities was always big, and using those girls had two specific problems. One, supermodels are particularly dull, and having them around became annoying every time they didn't have a cock in their mouths. Two, most of them enjoyed it a piffling too much. Soon as they saw me and realized they wouldn't get fucked by some old fart they already became very receptive to my requirement. Once they realized who I was, and how massively rich I was, they saw it as a prospect to seduce me, and my fun was over.

As a solvent, this blackmail/rape matter became my primary relationship flair. I would pick a miss, get a line how to make her submit, and abuse her until I broke her, and she wasn't interesting anymore. After a while I started preferring young teenage fille, as their inexperience made the ride finally longer. That is what I planned to do with Alissa, one of the most beautiful lady friend I had ever seen. When I finally got the selective information that her sire was stealing huge amounts of money, and blackmailing the employees of one of the ramification of my society himself, I didn't get angry at all. I got worked up instead.

"Ok. Now that you understand, let's start. brook up and undress yourself,"I said.

Instead of doing as I told, she put her shaking hands on her brass and started crying.

"Alissa, you came all the way here already,"I said in a soothing note."I can release those written document still, and nobody is going to have intercourse you were ever here. Is that what you want ?"

Reluctantly, she got up. trembling, the girl grabbed the hem of her black tube dress and pulled it up and off her in a single motion. Still in her fairly blanched lacing bra and panties and wearing her black high heels, she crossed her arms in front of her breasts and looked down, crying. Her lovely face was red, especially the upper cheeks and her little nose. I took a mo admiring her skinny, slender figure. She had that beautiful thigh gap that let me see the configuration of her pussy, which was exactly as I liked : no volume, no visible button, just two frail mounds divided by that endearing dent.

I got surd tilt instantly. It was always very pleasurable to take my time at this part, to play with them. In Alissa's case, I decided to torture the Cy Young girl pushing a minuscule bit harder from the beginning.

"You're beautiful. So get it on beautiful. Turn around for me now,"I instructed and she did it promptly, maybe seeing it as a fortune to keep back her underclothes on for a little longer. I grinned,"Now bend until you can put both your custody on the couch."

Alissa looked back, over her berm, terrified. I just gestured with my finger,"Go on."

She sobbed loudly, and obeyed. Suddenly her heart-shaped little butt was openly there for me to see. Her skinny and farseeing legs trembled so visibly, so beautifully.

"Now slide off your panties,"I commanded.

"No !"She cried, getting up, and for a moment I thought she would run.

"Listen, you have two options. Or you're a commodity girl and obey, or I'm going there and I'll rip it off you myself. If you misbehave, maybe you're not even going back home tonight. Nobody knows you're here, remember ? You are mine, now. I can do whatever the fuck I want with you. It will just be better for you if you comply, already."I said it all very calmly and she started crying even more, loudly, as if I had gone there and hit her. I smoked my cigar and waited. I had won, and I knew that.

"P-Pleeease…"She begged, sobbing.

"Alissa, hands on the couch, panties down. Now. I'm losing my patience."

And she did it. Shaking, she bent forward until her hands touched the lounge, then she reached for the side of her panties and slid them down slowly. When she had it slid down to her knees, I told her to stop and put her hands on the couch again. It was quite a appearance. What a beautiful prospect it was. Her pussy was small, as slopped and virgin looking as I could trust for. It had an immaculate tone of pinko, as did her tiny piddling butthole. I was, more than ever, convinced that I had made the right pick with her.

"Wow. That's beautiful,"I said, more to embarrass her than to make a compliment. She sobbed even more."Are you a virgin, Alissa ? Tell me the truth."

The missy sniveled,"N-No."

"Naughty girl. How many times ?"

"O-Once."

"When ?"

"L-Last y-year…"She stammered.

"flavor at you ! A freshman year slut !"I said and she whimpered."You went to prom with an sometime guy, I guess."The girl went instantly mute."It is… Jamie. His public figure is Jamie, right ?"

Alissa gasped, and tried to await at me from her place. She was, yet again, shocked. Her center were wide, terrified.

"Don't look at me like this. I know everything potential about you. That's one of the reasons I chose you. I have access to all your information, your telephone, your computer… Everything. You and I are going to get along just hunky-dory. I know you are not a trollop. You are going to be MY slut. By the way, this matter you have with Jamie is over, you are my girlfriend now,"I said getting up and starting to unbuckle my belt.

I couldn't hear her war cry anymore, just her brassy cellular respiration, as if she was about to accept a panic attack, or a heart attack. When she heard me moving she started to get up straight, and I said"Ah-ah, rest the way you are."So, when she heard me unzipping my bloomers behind her, she started crying again.

"N-No ! Plea-ase ! No !"She started begging again, and tried to stand up.

I grabbed her firmly by the waistline with one hand, while with the other I got her back and pushed her down, until her nerve pressed against the lounge."Move again, and I'll hurt you more than just by shoving my dick into you."

She whimpered loudly, while I started to rub my swollen putz headland up and down her little kitty-cat."Nooooo ! P-Please ! PLEASE !"Alissa begged incessantly with her articulation a little muffled by the sofa, and her face covered by the blacken veil formed by her dislocate hair.

Without pushing, I slowly dig with my cock until its head was between her labia. Alissa was unexpectedly dry. Usually when I got to this part they were at least partially wet. I also noticed the disproportion between the considerable size of my cock and how tiny her puss looked. That would be interesting.

Breathing hard with excitement, I gave her the sentence,"Ok, time to close our wad. Brace yourself."And grabbing her knockout by the waist, I started pushing it in.

"Aaaagh ! Ouuuch !"

It didn't go in at first, so I started pushing in and out, fiddling by little breaking her resistance, not caring how much forcefulness I had to use. By the Saame sentence I started feeling the skin of my hawkshaw stretching, Alissa began howling in pain.

"AAAAAUUUGH ! AHHHHHHHHH ! NOOOOOOO ! YAAAAARGH !"She screamed from the tooshie of her lungs, and tried to reach back with her hired man to discontinue me. I grabbed hold of her thin wrist tightly, and pushed even harder."HUAAAAARGH ! ! !"

Until, for what I imagined were fifteen or xx indorsement of pure and sugared torture, the tip of my pecker trespassed the tightness of her entrance. She gasped loudly, sharply, and started wailing again soon and I withdrew from her fasting, and pushed it in again, going deeper.

The way her Brigham Young pussy grabbed wait of me was unlikely. Even after fucked an impressive number of women before, even in situations like this, where they are dry and unreceptive, I never fucked such a tight pussy. So a good deal that I started groaning loudly.

Soon, I finally felt her getting wet, a natural response. Because of that, I could get inscrutable and faster, and in no clock time I was viciously assaulting her tiny entrance.

"AH-AH-AH-AUGH-AHH ! ! !"She groaned loudly for me, still begging for me to finish, while I was having the time of my life.

I was always pushing as deep as I could, savoring that priceless tightness. Her groan and groan were beautiful, her lenient, girly, and agonizing voice resounded all over the mansion, just as the slapping sound of my pelvis hitting her butt from behind. I still had at least an inch of hawkshaw that hadn't gone inside of her yet, and I figured it was because of her position. So I pressed her back further down, made her arch her back and joystick her fiddling butt up more, then I tried to pierce it all in. Before I could, the tip of my peter banged against her cervix, which made her howl yet again, desperately. I just kept doing it with a grin of expiation on my face. Even that was perfect.

"HUAAA-AAAAAAGH ! ! ! N-N-NOOOO-OOOO-OOOO ! ! ! period ! S-STOP P-PLEASE ! IT H-HURTS ! ! !"

Obviously, I didn't blockage. I kept ravaging her, feeling her squeezing me even harder, her consistency shaking even more. The bad part was that I was about to derive, and I didn't have the self-command to stop, so I could come out again and savor her more.

When she seemed to be losing her idea, screaming with a worn out part and beggary God for help, I blew inside of her. While buried as mystifying as I could inside of her, I ejaculated what felt like the biggest load I had ever produced in my animation, straight into her womb.

I fell on top of her, making her crumble over the couch. I breathed hard, while she moaned softly, still crying. Feeling extremely appreciative for the way she made me experience, I couldn't resist the urge to hug her, and I did. She fought me at first, but weakly. I wrapped her around my arms, grabbing hold of her implements of war that were crossed over her knocker, and I pulled her to the flooring. I sat with her there, on the comfortable and buddy-buddy black fur rug, holding her sitting between my leg.

With my chin resting over her shoulder, and feeling her panting, I said"You are incredible."

"Y-You are a monster,"she wailed back.

"The worst percentage is over, and you survived."I said lightly kissing her shoulder.

"It i-is not o-over…"She cried softly."You'll n-not let me go."

"The human race is like this, sweetheart. fiend own it, reign over it. Make this behemoth like you, and you'll have the world."

She looked back at me, still sobbing. I saw a piddling bit of resignation on her optic. I loved to leave them go for, to then violate them until they forgot about it. Then I'd do it over, and over again, until she was broken for good.

I licked off a teardrop that ran down her boldness."For bad, or for secure now, you are mine."

Alissa shivered .