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Part 5 - “Breathe”

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This is a fictional dark fantasy story that will contain romance and some vanilla parts to it, but mainly consists of blackmail, rape, and violence. I don't condone or partake in any of the actions portrayed here.

This is for people like me, guys and girls, who like this kind of harsh stuff with a good story. For those of you out there, enjoy.

***THIS STORY CONTAINS FICTIONAL RAPE, BLACKMAIL, AND VIOLENCE. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.***

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What a night it had been.

To get Alissa out of the restaurant, I had to carry her in my arms. Sweeping her off her feet was even easier than I had anticipated. I thought I'd never get used to how light that young and lean girl was.

She was noticeably in pain, and her legs didn’t seem to work yet. I enjoyed it, feeling her so frail, fragile, and she didn’t oppose it either.

I ordered Brandon to fix things with the restaurant staff, as Michelle, my friend and owner, was nowhere to be seen. I’d apologize to him for this later, as I felt I should. You don’t go to a friend’s restaurant and terrify his staff with half an hour of a girl screaming for dear life and don’t say anything about it later. The good part for them was that I had left a 100% tip on top of our already expensive meal, something they would be very happy about.

On our way out Antonio, the maitre, crossed paths with us. I liked his reaction. He had a warm smile, like nothing had ever happened, and wished us a good night. He pretended not to acknowledge the girl in my arms. I grinned, “My night has already been magnificent, I wish the same for you. Tell Michelle to give you guys some bottles of champagne before your shifts are over, and to send me the check. After that, don’t mention my name ever again.”

“Grazie, signore,” he nodded in acknowledgement, and I knew I wouldn’t have problems with that guy.

The car was parked in my private spot, and unlocked. While Brandon was still upstairs doing what I asked him to, I slid in onto the back seat with Alissa to wait for him.

“Would you like to spend the night at my place? I already have a room set up for you there. It’s yours. I also took the liberty to buy you some clothes… In fact, you have a full walk-in wardrobe waiting for you there,” I said while wrapping my arm around her, bringing her closer. Again, no resistance. When this kind of thing happened, when they stopped resisting me, I’d usually give up on them. No resistance meant no fun, but I knew it was different with her.

She looked at me, surprised, “Really?”

I said “Yes. I thought it would be more comfortable for you not to be sharing the bedroom with me, at least for now. And, yes, I know all of your measures already. There’s no information about you I can’t get, one way or the other. Would you like to spend the night there? I can take care of you.”

Alissa looked down, worried, her hands constantly laying on her lower stomach. She was probably in a lot of pain.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you. You did your part. Nicely, I have to add,” and I kissed the top of her head, laying on my shoulder.

She looked at me, that innocent look she had which I found so adorable.

“I can go there with you, but I really think I should go home later. My parents will worry about me, and I’ll be in trouble.”

“Ok. Soon as I have access to your ‘friend’, we will have her to cover for us.”

The girl gave me a concerned look. I knew she didn’t want to have any connection with Ashley anymore, but I also knew she would do what I told her to.

“Don’t worry. Everything is going to be fine. You’re with me. If I have to deal with your parents, with her parents… Things are going to go my way. Be sure of that.”

Her eyes widened, scared. I took her cheek with one hand and kissed her.

“It feels like nobody ever cared about you. That just changed. Give me all you have, and you don’t have to worry about a single thing in your life anymore. I’m serious.”

Alissa looked at me, and again a million things seemed to be going through her mind. I wished I could read her thoughts. Then, I had the same feeling I had when she did something similar at the restaurant, as if something had clicked inside of her. The girl just sighed, sounding almost relieved, and I felt her weight shifting towards me, as she laid her body on mine. I caressed her hair while Brandon got to the driver’s seat.

“That’s my girl.”

…

I had a good time with her that night. I still played the game; as I said I wouldn’t do anything to her, I kept my word. There was no need to rush things up. I did make her go in the tub with me, where I took my time washing her, touching every single bit of her skin. I loved how she shivered, how she gasped, depending on where I ran my fingers, but she never did anything to stop me. She had goosebumps all over though, most of the time. It was beautiful.

While we were there I looked at myself in the mirror. What I saw was a tall, handsome, accomplished motherfucker with that wild black hair, grinning at me. I ran my hand brushing my hair back, and I savoured that feeling of having things going as I wanted. If not better. I saw Alissa’s eyes on me, then looking down and blushing when my gaze met hers. Ok, things were going way better than I imagined.

I also showed her the room I had set up for her. I had brought in one of the best designers I knew to work on it. I told her everything I could about Alissa without giving away her identity. The place looked beautiful, with the furniture, walls, paintings, everything matching in white, gray and black. Watching Alissa in it felt good. She seemed to like the place. “It’s yours. You can do whatever you want with it, and you can come here, or stay here whenever you want. If you need to come to the house when I’m not here, just call Brandon using the secure number I gave you.”

She was mesmerized, timidly looking all over the place while dressed in the comfy white bathrobe I had wrapped her with. Alissa had a cute smile on her face, apparently trying hard to believe that was actually happening. Her parents were rich, but were also known to give her a very strict upbringing in general. It wasn’t the things that were making her happy - even though that bedroom was much better than the little girl’s one she had at home - it was the freedom. Which was a funny thing, seeing that she was mostly my sex slave.

“Oh, there’s also a white BMW in the garage downstairs. It’s yours. I know you don’t have a driver's license yet, but if you feel confident enough, you can drive it. Brandon can accompany you if you wish, and we both can teach you if you need.”

She stopped looking around the room and looked at me, her eyes wide, “You are kidding me, right?”

I said, “No, I am not. I told you, I can give you whatever the fuck you want, as long as you are a good girl. I was saving this for later, in case you deserved it. But today proved that you do.” I went behind her and hugged her, feeling her slender, slim body. “You are mine now. I take care of what is mine.”

Alissa put her shaking hands over mine, “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. You are paying the price. Beautifully.”

…

Brandon drove Alissa home around 11:30 pm. Apparently, she was already late, as her parents didn’t allow her stay out of bed after 11. He called me to say it was done without a problem, and that the restaurant was dealt with. He told me the employees were having a good time there, happy about the extra money and, drinking the champagne I gave them.

“Is that all for today, boss?”

“Yes it is. Thank you, Brandon.”

“You’re welcome, sir.”

“Oh, Brandon?”

“Yes, boss?”

“What do you think of the girl?”

“Honestly?”

“Yes.”

“I envy you, sir,” he said, and I laughed. “I don’t know how you do this stuff.”

“Years of practice, power and a lot of thought.”

“Do you plan on keeping her?”

“...Yes, I think I do.”

“Good, sir. I think she… I think she likes you.”

“I’m having this impression as well.”

“Ain’t that a bad thing?”

“This one is different, Brandon. I think you noticed that already.”

“Yes… I did.”

“Oh, by the way, the other girl is tomorrow. There’s a big chance I’ll let you join the fun.”

“The red head?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you, boss.”

“You’re welcome, Brandon. Have a good night.”

“You too, sir.”

...

Checking the feed from Alissa's room during the day became almost an obsession. After she got home from school, I'd check on her at least twice every hour, just to see what she was doing, how she was doing, and to admire my girl.

I also sent her a message soon as I knew she was home, as I was curious.

"Good afternoon, sweetheart. How was school?"

"Hi. It was ok." She answered right away.

"Did you notice anything different about your 'friend'?

"Not really. We don't talk, so I don't know."

"And what about you? Feeling better?"

"I'm still a little hurt from yesterday."

"I wish I could say I'm sorry, but then I'd be lying to you."

"Don't be. I'm ok."

Wow. That was new.

"Can you see the marks I left on you?"

I watched through the camera when she went to the mirror, then she slid the straps of the tank top she wore down her shoulders. She pulled it down to reveal her marvelous young breasts, and she admired her own image for some seconds. Then, with her top still down, she went back to the phone.

"Yes. I can see the marks."

"How are they?"

I saw her shrug, embarrassed.

"There's a purple right below my nipple on my right breast, and the other nipple is red."

"Is it sensitive?"

I see her touching her sore nipple and wincing.

"Yes."

"Are you happy you don't have to put up with me today?"

And there was a pause. She looked away from the screen, and I could see her sigh. The girl looked confused, deep in thoughts. I couldn't say if she thought about what to say, to satisfy me, or if she was trying to figure out how she felt.

"I'm not."

For a moment, I froze. I didn't expect that, at all. The two times in which she looked deep into my eyes yesterday, I was right about it. The way she felt about me was changing. Alissa wasn't only accepting her fate, she was taking to heart what I was telling her. I couldn't tell for sure what I felt at that moment, as I didn't want her to become too submissive that fast.

Then, the image of her clenching her teeth and letting her weight impale her young pussy on my cock, the way she cried, the way she screamed… it all flooded my mind. I convinced myself that she wasn't getting used to the abuse. She was getting used to the attention, to my eyes on her, to the meaning I was giving to her life. Alissa was finding herself as a submissive. Her personality was flourishing to something her body and her mind would take years to absorb, her being so young, so inexperienced, so delicate.

I decided I was glad about it.

"Me neither. But I think it's best if you're not around today."

"Are you going to be with her?"

"Are you jealous? I don't think you'd like to be in her place today."

"Probably not…"

"Certainly not!"

"So… I’ll see you tomorrow?"

"I'm having the impression that you are eager to suffer, Miss Wozniak."

"No, I'm not."

"So, you just want to be with me? Even knowing that I'll hurt you? And believe me, I will."

"As long as you take care of me afterwards, I don't mind anymore…"

"That's because you don't know what I'm capable of."

She stopped answering for a whole minute, and I saw through the camera that she froze in place with the phone in her hands.

"I trust you."

I saw that message, and it was my time to freeze. A silly, stupid, unwanted smile formed in my face. I made that. I made her trust me. In fact, I tried hard for her to trust me. So why the fuck her confession got me off guard? That's what I wanted!

"As long as you know I'm going to abuse every single inch of your beautiful body, yes, you can trust me."

"I didn't think it would be any different. You told me that. And now I believe I can really trust you. I thought you'd like to know that."

"I do. And, yes, I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, then."

…

As I was paying less attention to business, it took me longer to leave my office that day. I got home almost at the same time Brandon messaged me saying that Ashley was onboard. He gave me the positive after I asked if he had taken all possible precautions to avoid problems.

I put the cameras to work, poured myself some whiskey and sat lazily on the couch while still wearing my suit. It didn't take long before I heard the car pulling up the driveway.

My phone rang.

"Boss, do I send her in?" Brandon asked.

"Yes. Stay close. I may call you."

"Yes, sir."

I heard him open the huge and wooden front door for her, and instruct her to get in.

When the girl got to the enormous living room, she looked up, amazed. Then, she looked at me. Her eyes got wide.

"Hello, Ashley."

She pointed a finger at me, gaping, "You are the guy who's blackmailing me!?"

I couldn't hold the laugh after her reaction.

"Yes. I am."

She walked in and unceremoniously sat at the other side of the couch in front of me, across the center table. I raised an eyebrow.

"Why would a guy like you need to do something like that!?" The small framed red head said, sounding baffled.

“Ashley… Who said you could ask questions?” I asked with my laughter turning into a malicious grin. She stopped talking, but she still looked comfortable, confident. That would be interesting. “I want you to get up and strip. Now.”

She frowned. Then she got up and started to undress without questioning me. She wore a tight pair of black shorts, white sneakers, and a black t-shirt with a name in the front. “Paramore” it said. I didn’t know if that was a brand of teenage clothes, the name of a movie, or, judging by her black makeup, a rock band, but I didn’t care. The tiny little thing, no more than 5’1”(1,55m), probably less, had a really nice shape. Small perky breasts, a thin waist, and hips only wide enough to give her a good looking thigh gap. Nothing as pronounced as Alissa’s, even though she was lean, she wasn’t as skinny and, by far, not as slender as my gorgeous young lover. She looked delicious, though, and very maneuverable. She started by removing her shirt, so I could see the red sports bra she wore underneath, and how white her skin was, the area around her collar bone as sprinkled by freckles as her lovely rounded cheeks. Then, she pulled down her shorts, panties and all. Ashley looked very comfortable while doing so. In fact, she seemed proud to be showing me how cute her little body was. She had a very enticing line of dark orange pubic hair - the same color as the shoulder length hair on her head - that followed down like an arrow, pointing to the beautiful mounds of her young pussy. I could see the pink line of her entrance from there and, also, her tiny clit was noticeable. She undid her bra, and like all the rest of her clothing, she tossed carelessly onto the floor.

After that, Ashley put her hands on her hips and looked at me, as defiantly as before. My cock was already absolutely hard, just by the thought of how satisfying it was going to be to wipe that confident grin out of that stupid girl’s face.

I stood up, and I walked towards her. She didn’t even flinch.

“What a nice little body you have,” I said in a very appreciative, light tone.

“Thank you, but you already knew that,” Ashley said in a petulant manner. “I came here expecting an old geezer, some ugly motherfucker, or some son of a bitch who couldn’t get laid… You don’t strike me as such. So, if you want to fuck me to keep your damn mouth shut, let’s get it over with.”

“Hmm… ok. Come here.” I said after moving to an open part of the living room, close to the couch, with more than enough room for me to play with her.

Ashley came to me, as I ordered, and stopped right in front of me. I walked around her, and stood behind her.

“You seem to be such a smart girl… How haven’t you figured out yet that I don’t want to simply fuck you?” I started saying while leaning forward close to her ear. “I could fuck whoever I wanted. No, little girl. What I want is to abuse you,” I said while laying my hands over her narrow shoulders. “What I want is to rape you, to break you, to take everything your cute little body has to offer…”

And I closed my arms around her neck in a lock, something I knew pretty well how to do after so many years of Jiu-Jitsu. I tightened my arms around her thin neck, then I pulled her up, out of her feet. She didn’t even have the time to say anything, or to protest. She instantly grunted some noises, and gasped for air. I smelled the sweet scent of her shampoo, enjoying how light she was, and revealing with the sensation of power I felt when I realized that, even after she started thrashing, kicking the air, I had no problem holding her up like that.

“Agh-Gah-Grruuhh-ghhh...” I heard her throat and windpipes making guttural noises while she fought to breathe. The girl was fighting with all the strength she had, but it was futile. I got her unprepared, so the air she had was probably gone already, and at that position there was nothing she could do. I wished I could see how red her cute face probably was, and the tears, the desperation in her eyes, but I couldn’t.

I moved one of my arms from around her neck, and I wrapped her torso with it. Even though the other arm still squeezed her thin neck tightly, now she could gasp for air, groaning beautifully.

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you unless you do something stupid. You did start this in a very stupid way, but before the night is over you’re going to know who’s the boss here,” I whispered into her ear while she convulsed, her mouth up, wishing for more air to appease her burning lungs.

Then, without giving her any time, I slid down the arm that was around her tiny body, slithering my hand until I reached the apex of her legs. I felt her pubic hair brushing my wrist, and my fingers found her the entrance to her young sex. Not thinking twice, I viciously pushed two of my fingers inside of her.

“Guh!?” She first gasped in surprise, then she felt what I actually intended to do: I hooked my fingers inside of her, and pulled them up at the same time I eased the other arm a bit. “HUAAAARRRRGH!!” She groaned with a raspy voice, caused by my arm tight around her throat.

Not to my surprise, the little whore’s pussy was considerably wet, which made everything so much easier. What I didn’t expect was how tight it would clamp around my fingers. Even so, her whole body shook in desperation by my fingers pressing hard against her g-spot, my nails probably sinking in a bit, and the width of my folded fingers forcing her pussy to stretch. The way she thrashed even more was really amusing. I was pulling hard, holding nothing back. I meant to hurt her, to hurt her pussy while crushing her g-spot from the inside. She yanked her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream. Only guttural noises and little broken pieces of her voice came out, desperately. “UUUUUGH! GUU-UUURRR-UUGHHH!!”

Not completely satisfied, and already thinking about what to do to her next, I squeezed her neck again. Even with one arm I was strong enough, tall enough, to strangle her. Ashley’s little body started convulsing, her little hands divided between trying to stop the arm that raped her and the arm who choked her. She managed to scratch me, ripping little pieces of my skin, but I didn’t care. Suddenly, spasming, she went numb.

I ease her body to the floor, still convulsing. In no time, I rolled her onto her back. It was a really nice view, poor little Ashley with her hair splayed over her face, that fell to the left. I didn’t try to make her recover conscience. Instead, I took my time to open her legs and position myself in between them. I unzipped my trousers and took my hard rock member in hand, and I lay it over her tummy, the base of it aligned with her entrance just to measure it up. As I imagined, the full length of my rod crossed all of her lower stomach, almost touching her navel. She was such a petite girl. My dick crushed Alissa’s womb yesterday, and that girl had considerable height, being around 5’7”(1,70m), even though I knew her loving canal was somehow particularly short, and tight - what I loved, shoving all of this inside that girl would also be interesting.

Having no reason to wait, I rubbed the tip of my cock on the lovely red lips of her pussy, spreading its mounds and pushing it in. Just the sight of her petals stretching was already something, but when the girl started to contort while still recovering conscience, that was something else. Soon as I felt the head of my dick surpassing the initial tightness of her young entrance, I pushed harder, inch after inch of me disappearing inside of her. That’s when she arched her back and groaned loudly.

“GUAAAAOAAH!” Ashley let out a painful groan, then she looked down, coming back from her unconscious state, and realizing what was happening.

Soon as she tried to reach down with her hands to stop me, I slapped her hard across the face, her head jerking violently to the right.

“Be a good girl and let your owner use you. You are mine, and right now you are just a hole to be fucked,” I clarified.

She stayed there, blankly looking to the side with a lost gaze, breathing hard. At least until I started to push in and out of her tight little entrance again. Then she cringed, in shock, her lovely mouth open in another silent scream. I was very, very pleased by how she felt. Even though she acted all cheeky, brave, Ashley hardly felt like a girl who had had many dicks inside of her. I could clearly feel her skin, her muscles, all of her little pussy stretching hard to accomodate me, and I had enough experience with this to know better. I could only wonder if the only sexual partner she had was her stupid older brother, and how thin and innofensive his dick must have felt in comparison to mine. Just the look of that tiny entrance being torn by my thick rod would be amazing already, but the feeling when I started thrusting back and forth, a little bit more of me being forced inside of her at each thrust, that was sensational. Her little hands clawed the air, and her whole body rocked back and forth, even though my pelvis wasn’t bashing against hers yet, nor was my dick hitting the bottom of her vagina. Much the opposite, I still had a lot to push inside of her. The bouncing was caused solely by the resistance of her pussy while struggling to swallow my girth. I was loving that.

I just kept fucking her at a good pace, taking my time letting more and more slowly disappear inside of her, as I didn’t have a reason to rush things up. The fact that she didn’t groan, didn’t make sounds other than gasps, it didn’t bother me. I was loving how shocked by it she was.

Then, it happened, as expected. While I still had some good three inches to go, I felt the tip of my cock getting there, crushing against her cervix. I let out a satisfied groan, as she felt even tighter there, as if every time I got there, the tiny little entrance to her womb tried to suck me in, the passage narrower. I couldn’t wish for a better surprise.

When she felt it, Ashley looked down, to me, with desperate eyes. And, finally, she groaned, loudly. ‘GA-AHHHHHHHH!” Her eyebrows furrowed, a mix of surprise and incredulity. It looked like it hurt, but she didn’t get as terrified by it as Alissa got. Of course, maybe it all was being too overwhelming for the young little girl already, but it just felt different.

I tightened my hands on her hips, and I started to piston my way in and out of her, getting all the way in, and out, then in again, being sure that my dick was bashing forcefully against the bottom of that girl’s insides.

After that, I got the reaction and wanted out of her. Her green eyes were on mine, locked, while the petite girl gritted her teeth and started groaning loudly. “GUH! UHH! URR! HUH! HUUH-HUUNGH!!!” Her voice grew in a desperate crescendo until her groans were almost screams of protest.

Even though there was no denying there was absolutely nothing consensual about me fucking her, it was hard not to notice that she got wetter by the time. Her eyebrows flickered in a mix of reactions, and tears ran down her full girly cheeks. Moreover, she never tried to use her hands to stop me again after I had slapped her - the red mark of my hand stamped in a vivid red on the right side of her face.

After one harder stroke inside of her, she yanked her head back in pain, and she let out a painful howl “AAAAAUGH!!”, and I looked down to admire my work on her pussy. Every time my cock slid out, I could see her lips stretching out with me, then being violently pushed in again. I was ravishing that pussy nicely, and I was sure she would never forget that. Every time it felt like I was pushing painfully in, she shook her arms in a mention to do something, her little fingers spreading, then clawing, sometimes contorting in odd shapes, then her arms uselessly fell limp on the floor, as she knew she couldn’t use them to stop me without being punished.

Her tiny entrance started to quiver and twitch inside, squeezing me harder. Ashley was getting there. When I noticed that, I knew what I wanted to do. I leaned forward on top of her, both my hands closing around her neck. Her eyes were once again on mine, wide open, terrified.

“Don’t look at me like that. I know you love it,” I said, then I squeezed her delicate neck. As I knew very well what I was doing, she was instantly choked.

Still plunging in and out of her tight little love hole, I watched as her face turned red, and her suffocated groans got more evident. Ashley started to trash, to convulse, and the twitching inside of her got frantic. Her mouth opened in an odd, distorted shape, as a massive orgasm took over. The way her inside muscles contracted made her squeeze me in an unbelievable way, as tight as Alissa’s, if not more. I didn’t hold anything back, my cock going in and out of her violently, her pussy making sloshy and loud noises. She spasmed pausedly and abruptly, while she looked to the ceiling, lost. Then, the tiny girl shook all over, her insides started to contract in a different way, and I felt her juices flowing out of her entrance in a stream, making a pool on the marble floor. That’s when I released my grip on her neck, but I noticed she didn’t gasp for air. She was stuck in that ogasmic state, her little fingers and toes curled, her face froze in that agonized grimace, her little body wriggling as if she was having a seizure.

I wasn’t able to hold any longer. I’d never expected that she would put up a show like that, or that there were all these perks to this girl. That was undeniably amazing. Still fucking her, her grip so strong that it felt as if there were two soft, warm hands holding me for dear life inside of her, I already imagined what else could I do to that girl later. The world was suddenly filled with new and interesting possibilities. I came inside of her, releasing everything I had, while wondering about that.

Still, Ashley didn’t breathe, just writhed uncontrollably, even after I stopped fucking her. Had I broken her? I was used to braking their personalities, their self-esteem, their sense of self as a whole, but I had never broken a girl’s body in such a way that she would lose her mind, her ability to breathe, unable to break out of an orgasm.

I crawled on top of her and tried to make eye contact, which didn’t work, as her gaze was absolutely lost, so I decided to solve this the way I knew. I slapped her face, not that hard, once, “Ashley?” then twice “Ashley, come back!” When it didn’t work, I slapped her face for real with the back of my hand. The sharp noise echoed throughout the living room… And, finally, she snapped out of it.

First, a long and treble pitched gasp, then she coughed. She looked around as if she was lost, tears running down her cheeks, even though she didn’t cry anymore. Then, her eyes met mine, and her confusion seemed to dissipate.

“Is it like this every time you come?” I asked, intrigued. Suddenly, I knew all the tension was gone. Somehow I knew she would behave. And I was right.

The little girl shook her head, her face still blushing, even though her lips were pale, “N-No…”

“That was… Something.”

“I blanked out,” Ashley said, for the first time looking coy, delicate.

“Yes, I noticed. For a moment, I thought you’d die,” I said with a grin.

“Me too…” She said, and I got a hint of disappointment in her frail voice, which was weirdly enticing. I felt her finally letting her body relax, laying limply on the floor under me.

“Why do I have the feeling that you enjoyed this?”

Her eyes were fixed on mine. Even though she didn’t say it, I knew the answer. She just ran my fingers on her face, smeared with her black makeup and tears.

“Listen, I have a friend outside waiting to get in the action,” I said, instantly grabbing her attention. “My plan is to let him fuck your cute little ass while I go back inside of you.”

She looked at me, terrified, shaking her head, but I put a finger over her lips, and I continued before she could say anything.

“I liked what I saw here, what I felt here. I have to admit that you are a spectacle. And it is also very clear to me that, deep down, you don’t want to object to any of this.” I said, and when the words, when my tone, sank in, she relaxed her little shoulders and stopped with the struggling facade. “That’s more like it. So, if you promise to be a good girl, if you promise to understand that, yes, you are mine now, you are my slut, my slave… I’ll let it be for today. At least the part that I gang rape your lovely back entrance, which will eventually happen. And I’ll promise you we’ll have much more of this, of what just happened. I’ll try my best not to kill you but, if it happens, you’ll go while in a world of pleasure.”

Her face became one of pure resignation, and I retrieved my finger from over her lips so she could talk, “You won’t say what you know, to anybody?”

“I won’t, and you have a lot to gain from this. You see, my thing is taking what I want by force, but I have the feeling that I can get enormous satisfaction from you the way it is. Your body will betray you like this every time, I know that, and you know too. You lost your mind while I fucked you for the first time, and I’m not even started yet…”

She took a moment to consider. I already knew I had won her. I saw this possibility soon as I saw her marveled by the house, by me. If she agreed to this, it would be easier for me to have what I wanted, when I wanted. It would be easier to deal with Alissa's parents, and hers. I could use her to plan fake sleep overs, parties, dates, studies… While they would actually be here with me.

"I'll need money. You are making me stop with my live videos, and my parents think I have a part time job," she said, already planning the next step.

"Baby, money will be the least of your concerns."

…

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