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Long fourth dimension no see.

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

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

This is for people like me, guys and young woman, who likes this form of coarse 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 uttermost hooey, and probably some vanilla to go along you guy cable interested in the reference. *

For those of you out there, enjoy.

***THIS STORY CONTAINS FICTIONAL RAPE, BLACKMAIL, AND fury. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION***

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The Boss

"Sir, she is here,"Brandon, my security sentry go came to the living room to tell me.

"Good,"I said, putting down my cigar."William Tell Edgar to wait in the car. Be trusted he put her phone inside the jam box as I instructed, and keep it that way until he brings her back. No suspension and cipher inside the house until I say so, understood ?"

"Of grade, Sir. I'll bring her in,"he says and leaves at once. He had a smirk on his face, I had as well. Brandon was as trusty as they came, and everytime I was up to something he was the only one I could really count on. One, because I paid him well enough, two, because sometimes I'd let him sustain some fun himself. I was nice like that to those who deserved it.

Alissa walked in, as stupefy as I could think back from all the parties I threw for the staff of my company. Tall, slender, flowing black hair down to her waist, and skin as Elwyn Brooks White and undefective as the most expensive porcelain. The girl got through the door and I could relish in how afraid, how awkward she felt. I loved that. She walked in and, by the prison term she got near the enormous leather sofa I had at the livelihood room, I could already hear Brandon leaving and locking the front door.

I sat comfortably on the put opposite to where she stood coyly, not knowing what to do.

"Have a seat,"I ordered. She inhaled deeply and followed my educational activity, sitting on the former English of the C shaped couch. sess was still coming out of the cigar resting in the tray on top of the unawares heart and soul table.

"I believe you already bang why you are here,"I stated. She nodded, and I could see her beautiful Joseph Black oculus watering."Those papers over the table, close to you, are all information on what your begetter has done in the last eight years he's been working for me. You can take your time and scrutinize them if you want, but what you'll find is evidence sufficiency to put your dad in poky for at least eight years. Maybe more considering the intensity level of my lawyers."

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

"Good. I wouldn't put you in this post unless I was absolutely sure enough of the destructive power this would have on your class,"I said coldly looking at her,"But if you do as you're told, everything is going to be hunky-dory. You're going to finish high school, go to a undecomposed college, and your father 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 point it is not Worth having you around anymore."

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

'' I was trying to take a crap this more cursory. We could have had some drinks… Maybe it could have turned around better for you, had you been smart enough to toy along, '' I say while getting up, reaching for my cigar, smoking, and then puffing straight to her boldness. She cringed. `` But since you 're brave out enough to ask query like that, I think you can face the inevitable truth as fountainhead : I want you to be my cocotte. ``

I stood right in straw man of her, and I was looking her straight in the eyes when they got wide. Apparently, saying it out tacky just turned things tangible for her. She froze in place, shocked.

'' What ? You asked me bluntly what I wanted from you. There you go, '' I said sitting back on the couch. `` Hopefully, you 're going to be around me for a long patch, so I 'll give you a piece of advice. Try to enjoy yourself. Make me happy, and there's a chance you'll be felicitous too. There are fringe benefit for being close to a mighty man like me. And I know very well I 'm not hard to the eye, much the reverse. ``

That was confessedly. I was a tall man in his betimes mid-forties, well built, muscular. My Kuki-Chin was chiseled, and I always had a very well defined and trimmed beard on my face. My black hair was always back in a stylish style. Being attractive, it was never hard to have a gorgeous woman by my side. I was married to a very beautiful daughter in my early mid-twenties, when I was impudent out of college, and I wasn't this rich yet. Now it was more a question of choosing which one.

Problem was, I only got the feeling of possession I craved for when I was manipulating them. I used to let a deal with a manakin agency, so they would send their new models to me for a try out. Unfortunately, the danger of being sued or brought to the authorities was always big, and using those girls had two fussy problems. One, supermodels are particularly dumb, and having them around became annoying everytime they didn't have a tool in their mouth. Two, most of them enjoyed it a petty too a great deal. Soon as they saw me and realized they wouldn't get fucked by some old fart, they already became very centripetal to my need. Once they realized who I was, and how massively copious I was, they saw it as a chance to seduce me, and my fun was over.

As a solvent, this blackmail/rape matter became my main human relationship style. I would pick a girl, discover how to build her submit, and abuse her until I broke her, and she wasn't interesting anymore. After a patch I started preferring young teenage girl, as their rawness made the drive death longer. That is what I planned to do with Alissa, one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. When I finally got the information that her father was stealing huge sum of money of money, and blackmailing the employees of one of the branch of my caller himself, I didn't get angry at all. I got excited instead.

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

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

"Alissa, you came all the way here already,"I said in a console tone."I can release those papers still, and cipher is going to know you were ever here. Is that what you want ?"

Reluctantly, she got up. quivering, the girl grabbed the hem of her ignominious tube clothes and pulled it up and off her in a exclusive motion. Still in her pretty whiteness lacing bra and panties and wearing her melanise high up cad, she crossed her blazonry in front line of her breasts and looked down, crying. Her adorable face was red, especially the upper cheeks and her little nozzle. I took a instant admiring her skinny, slender figure. She had that beautiful thigh gap that let me see the contour of her kitty-cat, which was exactly as I liked : no intensity, no seeable clit, just two soft hummock divided by that adorable slit.

I got rock hard instantly. It was always very gratifying to take my time at this part, to act with them. In Alissa's case, I decided to rack the young girl pushing a bit harder from the beginning.

"You're beautiful. So fucking beautiful. Turn around for me now,"I instructed and she did it promptly, maybe seeing it as a chance to keep her underwear on for a slight farsighted. I grinned,"Now bend until you can put both your hands on the couch."

Alissa looked back, over her shoulders, 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 pegleg trembled so visibly, so beautifully.

"Now slide off your panties,"I commanded.

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

"Listen, you have two alternative. Or you're a good girl and obey, or I'm going there and I'll rip it off of you myself. If you misbehave, maybe you're not even going back home tonight. cypher knows you're here, recall ? You are mine, now. I can do whatever the fuck I want to you. It will just be estimable for you if you comply, already."I said it all very sedately 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 sofa, panties down. Now. I'm losing my patience."

And she did it. Shaking, she bent forward until her helping hand touched the couch, then she reached for the position of her panties and skid them down slowly. When she had it slid down to her knees, I told her to stop and put her hired hand back on the couch. It was quite a show. What a beautiful view it was. Her pussy was small, as tight and virginal looking as I could hope for. It had an impeccable tone of pink, as did her tiny little butthole. I was, more than ever, convinced that I had made the right choice with her.

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

The girl sniveled,"N-No."

"Naughty girlfriend. How many times ?"

"O-Once."

"When ?"

"L-Last y-year…"She stammered.

"smell at you ! A freshman twelvemonth slut !"I said and she whimpered."You went to prom with an older guy, I guess."The girl went instantly silent."It is… Jamie. His gens is Jamie, right ?"

Alissa gasped, and tried to await at me from her side. She was, yet again, shocked. Her eyes were wide-cut, terrified.

"Don't look at me like this. I know everything possible about you. That's one of the reasons I chose you. I have access code to all your entropy, your speech sound, your computer… Everything. You and I are going to get along just fine. I know you are not a hussy. You are going to be MY fornicatress, though. By the way, you won't be with Jamie or anybody else, you are my girlfriend now,"I said getting up and starting to unbuckle my belt.

I couldn't hear her crying anymore, just the audio of her gasping, as if she was about to take a panic flack, or a nub attack. When she heard me moving she started to get up straight, and I said"Ah-ah, continue the way you are."So, when she heard me unzipping my knickers behind her, she started to cry again.

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

I grabbed her firmly by the waist with one hand, while with the other I reached for her spine and I pushed her down, until her face pressed against the couch."Move again, and I'll hurt you more than by just shoving my putz interior of you."

She whimpered loudly, while I started to rub my vain cock head up and down her little pussy."Nooooo ! P-Please ! PLEASE !"Alissa begged incessantly with her voice a small muffled by the couch, and her face was covered by the Shirley Temple veil formed by her splay hair.

Without pushing, I slowly digged with my turncock 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 it of my cock and how tiny her slit looked. That would be interesting.

Breathing hard with fervour, I gave her the time,"Ok, time to come together our deal. bitstock yourself."And grabbing her hard by the waist, I started pushing it in.

"Aaaagh ! Ouuuch !"

It didn't go in at first, so I started pushing in and out, little by small breaking her underground, not caring how often military capability I had to use. About the Lapp time, I started feeling the peel of my shaft stretching, Alissa began howling in pain.

"AAAAAUUUGH ! AHHHHHHHHH ! NOOOOOOO ! YAAAAARGH !"She screamed from the top of her lungs, and tried to reach back with her hand to block me. I got hold of her slenderize wrist tightly, and pushed even harder."HUAAAAARGH ! ! !"

Until, for what I imagined were XV or twenty dollar bill arcsecond of pure and sweet torture, the tip of my dick trespassed the tightness of her entrance. She gasped loudly, sharply, and started wailing again. I withdrew from her fast, and pushed it in again, going deeper.

The way her Cy Young pussy gripped my dick was unbelievable. Even after fucking an impressive identification number of charwoman before, even in state of affairs like this, where they are dry and unreceptive, I never fucked such a sozzled kitty. I started groaning loudly.

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

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

I was always pushing in as deep as I could, savouring that priceless constriction. Her groans and moans were beautiful, her sonant, girly, and agonizing vox resounded all over the mansion, just as the slapping sound of my pelvis hitting her bum from behind. I still had at least an inch of gumshoe that hadn't gone inside of her yet, and I figured it was because of her position. So I pushed her back further down, made her archway her vertebral column and stick her short cigarette up more, then I tried to thrust it all in. Before I could, the tip of my dick banged against her uterine cervix, which made her ululation yet again, desperately. I just kept doing it with a grinning of satisfaction on my cheek. Even that was perfect.

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

Obviously, I didn't plosive speech sound. I kept ravaging her, feeling her squeezing me even harder, her consistence shaking even more. The bad part was that I was about to come, and I didn't have the self-possession to break off, so I could pop out again and savor her more.

When she seemed to be losing her mind, screaming with a worn out representative and begging God for help, I blew inside of her. While buried as cryptical as I could inside of her, I ejaculated what felt like the expectant freight I had ever produced in my lifespan, straight into her womb.

I fell on top of her, making her crumble over the lounge. I breathed hard, while she moaned softly, still crying. Feeling extremely appreciative for the way she made me palpate, I couldn't resist the urge to hug her, and I did. She fought me at starting time, but weakly. I wrapped her in my weapon, getting a wait of her arms that were crossed over her bosom, and I pulled her to the floor. I sat with her there, on the prosperous and thick black fur rug, holding her sitting in between my legs.

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

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

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

"It i-is not o-over…"She cried softly."You w-won't let me go."

"The world is like this, sweetheart. Monsters own it, reign over it. work this monster like you, and you'll have the world."

She looked back at me, still sobbing. I saw a little bit of surrender in her heart. I loved to give them trust, 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 a tear that ran down her boldness."For bad, or for good now, you are mine."

Alissa shivered .