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Long time no see.
This is a fictional blackmail and rape story, so if it offends you in any way, stop reading. You were warned. Don't go bitching at the comments later on.
This is a dark fantasy story. I don't condone or partake in any of the actions portraited here.
This is for people like me, guys and girls, who likes this kind 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 extreme stuff, and probably some vanilla to keep you guys interested in the characters.*
For those of you out there, enjoy.
***THIS STORY CONTAINS FICTIONAL RAPE, BLACKMAIL, AND VIOLENCE. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION***
The Boss
“Sir, she is here,” Brandon, my security guard came to the living room to tell me.
“Good,” I said, putting down my cigar. “Tell Edgar to wait in the car. Be sure to check if he had put her phone inside the jamming box as I instructed, and keep it that way until he brings her back. No interruptions and nobody 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 face, I did as well. Brandon was as trustworthy as they come, and every time 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 have 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 remember from all the parties I threw for the staff of my company. Tall, slender, sleek black hair down to her waist, and skin as white and undefective as the most expensive porcelain. The girl 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 enormous gray couch I had at the living room, I could already hear Brandon leaving and locking the front door.
I sat comfortably on the couch opposite to where she stood coyly, not knowing what to do. “Have a seat,” I ordered. She inhaled deeply and followed my instruction, sitting on the other side of the C shaped couch. Smoke was still coming out of the cigar resting in the tray on top of the short center table.
“I believe you already know why you are here,” I stated. She nodded, and I could see her beautiful black eyes watering. “Those papers over the table, close to you, are all information on what your father has done in the last eight years he has been working for me. You can take your time and inspect it if you want, but what you’ll find is evidence enough to put your dad in jail for at least another eight years. Maybe more considering the strength of my lawyers.”
She looks at the papers as if she is staring at a thing coming out of a nightmare, then she shakes her head and says, “I don’t need to. I saw what you sent me.”
“Good. I wouldn’t put you in this situation unless I was absolutely sure of the destructive power this would have on your family,” I said coldly looking at her, “But if you do as you’re told, everything is going to be fine. You’re going to finish high school, go to a good college, and your father will be stealing money from me until he happily retires, as if nothing ever happened. Let’s just hope he doesn’t get ambitious to the point it is not worth having you around anymore.”
Alissa puts on a fake resolute face, but that didn’t stop the tears from running down her adorable teenage cheeks. "What do you want from me?" She asked.
"Firstly, I was trying to make this more casual. We could have had some drinks… Maybe it could have turned around better for you, had you been smart enough to play along," I say while getting up, picking up my cigarette, smoking, and then puffing straight to her face. 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 eyes when they got wide. Apparently, saying it out loud just turned things real for her. She froze in place, shocked.
"What? It was you who 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 while, so I'll give you a piece of advice. Try to enjoy yourself. Make me happy, and there’s a chance you’ll be happy too. There are perks for being close to a powerful 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 early forties, well built, muscular. My chin is chiseled, and I always have a very well defined and trimmed beard on my face. My black hair is always back in a stylish fashion, and I already have some grays on the sides, which I was told were very attractive to some kinds of women. Being attractive, it was never hard to have a gorgeous woman by my side. I was married to a very beautiful girl in my early twenties, when I was fresh 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 successful possession I craved for when I was manipulating them. I used to have a deal with a model agency, 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 particular problems. One, supermodels are particularly dumb, and having them around became annoying every time they didn’t have a cock in their mouths. Two, most of them enjoyed it a little 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 demands. Once they realized who I was, and how massively rich I was, they saw it as a chance to seduce me, and my fun was over.
As a result, this blackmail/rape thing became my main relationship style. I would pick a girl, discover 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 girls, as their inexperience made the ride last 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 amounts of money, and blackmailing the employees of one of the branches of my company himself, I didn’t get angry at all. I got excited instead.
“Ok. Now that you understand, let’s start. Stand up and undress yourself,” I said.
Instead of doing as I told, she put her shaking hands on her face and started crying.
“Alissa, you came all the way here already,” I said in a soothing tone. “I can release those papers still, and nobody is going to know 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 pretty white lace bra and panties and wearing her black high heels, she crossed her arms in front of her breasts and looked down, crying. Her adorable face was red, especially the upper cheeks and her little nose. I took a moment admiring her skinny, slender figure. She had that beautiful thigh gap that let me see the contour of her pussy, which was exactly as I liked: no volume, no visible clit, just two delicate mounds divided by that adorable slit.
I got hard rock 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 young girl pushing a little 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 little longer. 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 long 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 good 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 couch, then she reached for the sides 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 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 make a compliment. She sobbed even more. “ Are you a virgin, Alissa? Tell me the truth.”
The girl sniveled, “N-No.”
“Naughty girl. How many times?”
“O-Once.”
“When?”
“L-Last y-year…” She stammered.
“Look at you! A freshman year 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 name is Jamie, right?”
Alissa gasped, and tried to look at me from her position. She was, yet again, shocked. Her eyes were wide, 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 to all your information, your phone, your computer… Everything. You and I are going to get along just fine. I know you are not a slut. You are going to be MY slut. By the way, this thing 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 crying anymore, just her loud respiration, as if she was about to have a panic attack, or a heart attack. When she heard me moving she started to get up straight, and I said “Ah-ah, stay the way you are.” So, when she heard me unzipping my pants 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 waist with one hand, while with the other I got her back and pushed her down, until her face pressed against the couch. “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 cock head up and down her little pussy. “Nooooo! P-Please! PLEASE!” Alissa begged incessantly with her voice a little muffled by the couch, and her face covered by the black veil formed by her splayed 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 pussy looked. That would be interesting.
Breathing hard with excitement, I gave her the sentence, “Ok, time to close our deal. Brace 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 little breaking her resistance, not caring how much strength I had to use. By the same time I started feeling the skin of my dick stretching, Alissa began howling in pain.
“AAAAAUUUGH! AHHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOO! YAAAAARGH!” She screamed from the bottom of her lungs, and tried to reach back with her hand to stop me. I grabbed hold of her thin wrist tightly, and pushed even harder. “HUAAAAARGH!!!”
Until, for what I imagined were fifteen or twenty seconds of pure and sweet torture, the tip of my dick trespassed the tightness of her entrance. She gasped loudly, sharply, and started wailing again soon and I withdrew from her fast, and pushed it in again, going deeper.
The way her young pussy grabbed hold of me was unbelievable. 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 much that I started groaning loudly.
Soon, I finally felt her getting wet, a natural response. Because of that, I could get deeper 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 stop, while I was having the time of my life.
I was always pushing as deep as I could, savoring that priceless tightness. Her groans and moans were beautiful, her soft, 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 dick 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 stick her little butt up more, then I tried to thrust it all in. Before I could, the tip of my dick banged against her cervix, which made her howl yet again, desperately. I just kept doing it with a grin of satisfaction on my face. Even that was perfect.
“HUAAA-AAAAAAGH!!! N-N-NOOOO-OOOO-OOOO!!! STOP! S-STOP P-PLEASE! IT H-HURTS!!!”
Obviously, I didn’t stop. I kept ravaging her, feeling her squeezing me even harder, her body shaking even more. The bad part was that I was about to come, and I didn’t have the willpower to stop, so I could start again and savor her more.
When she seemed to be losing her mind, screaming with a worn out voice and begging God for help, I blew inside of her. While buried as deep as I could inside of her, I ejaculated what felt like the biggest load I had ever produced in my life, 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 feel, 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 arms that were crossed over her breasts, and I pulled her to the floor. I sat with her there, on the comfortable and thick black fur rug, holding her sitting between my legs.
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 part 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 world is like this, sweetheart. Monsters own it, reign over it. Make this monster like you, and you’ll have the world.”
She looked back at me, still sobbing. I saw a little bit of resignation on her eyes. I loved to give them hope, 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 tear that ran down her cheek. “For bad, or for good now, you are mine.”
Alissa shivered. -->
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