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Birth Of An Empire
by Miles Martin (address withheld)
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The darker side of a pathetic young man takes over,
after his bitchy boss pushes him over the edge. Once
unleashed this predatory part of him starts taking what
it wants, and nothing can stand in its way. (MFg, MM,
ped, nc, mc, beast, sci-fi)
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Chapter 1
There is a part of me that I fight, try to keep under
control. This part of my psyche is intelligent,
cunning, selfish, and determined. It is the predatory
side of me, my darker side. It revels in lust and
anger, seductively whispering into my ear to give in.
It takes what it wants, does what it wants, and nothing
can stand in its way. I both fear and long for this
part to take over. But I know if it ever does I doubt I
could ever take back control. It is hard to keep it in
check, for deep down I really do want to give in. I
have always lived with this side of me. This is the
story of how I finally lost the fight. Of how I started
to build my empire. It is the story of my boss…
"How many fucking times have I told you, NEVER GIVE A
CUSTOMER THEIR MONEY BACK! I do not care if they say
they found a cockroach in their food, you stupid piece
of shit! Those fuckers planted the roach to get a free
meal! WE DO NOT HAVE A ROACH PROBLEM! What the fuck is
wrong with you? Are you just retarded or something?
This is coming out of your pay check!" My boss's face
is contorted in rage, and her ample chest heaves from
yelling so loudly. I keep my eyes downcast, not wanting
to provoke her anymore. When she is finally winded, and
so done yelling at me, she looks at me with disgusted
look and storms off.
Let me explain; I work at a shitty hole in the wall
pizza place. Unlike what my boss tries to claim, we do
have a roach problem. A very, very, and I mean VERY bad
roach problem. But my bitch of a boss does not care
about the truth. She only cares about herself, and
making money. But the roaches are not the issue. The
issue is that I allow her to treat me like shit, on a
daily basis, shit more like an hourly. I get blamed for
anything bad that happens in her life. I am her
personal punching bag. And I just stand there and take
it. Yet she is not the only one in my life to treat me
like dirt, everyone does. My whole life I have been a
push over. People walk all over me, and I never do a
thing. I cannot stand up for myself. I fear what might
happen if I ever do. So I allow myself to be a pathetic
asshole. But enough about my lame ass.
Let me describe my current tormentor. My boss is a
Latina woman in her early 30s. She has long black hair,
dark eyes, and a light creamy complexion. She does not
have the largest breasts in the world, but they are
probably a good C. She is about 5 foot 5 inch, and I
have no fucking clue about her weight, but she is
neither too fat nor too thin. She works out a lot, and
keeps herself in shape. Now her true greatest feature
has got to be her ass. Latinas are known for their
great butts, and my boss does not disappoint. But as I
have previously stated, she is a huge bitch. She is
selfish, self-centered, snobbish, self-glorifying, and
sadistic. (And that is just the Ss!) I can go on and on
about how horrible her character is, but I bet you have
most likely met someone like her before. But let us get
back to the story at hand.
The phone rings. I turn to walk over to answer. But the
bitch rushes over to grab the phone. As she passes me
she whispers "Don't want you fucking up another order
you god damn retard." I watch as she takes the order.
The customer orders 50 pizzas for delivery. I can tell
it is an obvious prank call. But my boss is none too
bright. The address is way the fuck out of our delivery
area. It was at least a 15 minute drive by freeway, but
she does not give a shit. All she sees are the dollar
signs.
She hangs up, and I try to do the right thing. I try to
warn her that it is a prank call. But again, she does
not give a shit. She just yells at me. Screaming that I
am too stupid to know anything. The ranting and raving
goes on for a good 10 minutes.
Of course I am the one who takes the delivery. Driving
down the freeway I am cursing myself. Trying to
convince myself that I am not just wasting my time,
that it is a real call. Deep down I know the truth. As
I pull up to the address given, my worst fears are
proven correct. The address is an empty lot in the
middle of bum-fuck-Egypt. There is no one there, no one
anywhere near the area, and just a long drive back to
the shop.
I pull up in front of the shop and pop my trunk.
Carrying the pizzas back into the kitchen I make it
half way through them all before I run into my boss.
She has a pissed off look on her face. Before I can
tell her what happened she yells "WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T
YOU REALIZE IT WAS A FUCKING PRANK YOU PIECE OF FUCKING
RETARDED SHIT! You just cost me $300! I am taking this
out of your pay. You are going to work double shifts
from here on out." She steps toward me and yells even
louder, "You make me sick with how pathetic you are!
How could you fall for such a stupid trick?"
This is really starting to piss me off. I tried to warn
her about this, and here she is blaming me once more.
She had called me a moron for even suggesting it
before, and now she thinks I am a moron because she did
not listen to me! But once again I try to keep this
anger in check. I will not let my anger rule me. I
cannot let it take over. I concentrate on keeping my
cool. I stop listening to the bitch's tirade as I focus
on belittling myself.
This is the exact moment where the shit hits the fan. I
notice that she had stopped in mid-tirade. She starts
back up even louder and angrier with "Are you even
fucking listening to me?! You little piece of shit! You
think you can ignore me?! How fucking dare you! I'll
teach you to respect me!" and with that she clears the
distance between us and slaps me across the face.
This suddenly snaps me out of my self-loathing. It was
a hard slap, a really hard slap. "This bitch just
slapped me! Am I going to let her get away with this!?"
takes pure persistent of my mind. I lose my
concentration. I can feel my dark side coming,
whispering to me. I can no longer keep a lid on my
anger.
Her hand comes back for another slap. I grab it in mid-
swing. I look into her face and see pure rage. A smile
spreads across my face as my right hand shoots out and
grabs her by the throat. A feeling of lust and power
flood through me. I lift her off the ground and slam
her into the wall behind her. The smile grows more
predatory across my face. I start to register fear in
her eyes, and the feeling of overwhelming power grows
stronger.
The bitch realizes that she is no longer in control. I
was no longer the push over she had thought I was. She
starts to struggle against me, fight her way out of my
clutches, but I just tighten my grip on her throat.
I bring my face level with hers and I shorten the gap
between us until my face is only inches away. I just
continue to smile at her. "Let us set some ground
rules. That little pushover piece of shit you used to
love to walk all over, is gone."
Confusion crosses her face. But I just tighten my grip
and continue, "You belong to me now. And yes, I do mean
belong. I have put up with your shit for far too long.
You are going to get what you deserve." Again fear
radiates from her. I loosen my grip slightly and soften
my voice as I tell her, "Do not worry, you are far too
sexy for me to kill you. So I have opted for something
else." My left hand lets go of her arm and it starts to
explore the rest of her body as I talk. It soon finds
its way to her breasts. I grope them as I say, "Since I
now own you, I also vicariously own this shop. You are
going to run it for me. And what I mean by that is, you
are going to hire someone to manage the place, WHO
ACTAULLY KNOWS WHAT THEY ARE DOING! This piece of shit
hole in the wall is going to change. If it does not
consistently make more profit each month, you will be
punished. And I can be pretty creative."
My left hand finds its way into her pants and panties.
"I do not care how you make the profit; all I care is
that you start making me money!" With that I shove two
fingers into her cunt.
She grunts in response. I loosen my hold on her throat
a bit, to allow her more air. My fingers work in and
out of her forcibly. Soon enough she is getting wet. So
I work in another finger into her gushing opening. I
stare into her eyes as I bring her closer and closer to
her release. The fear in her eyes is clouding over with
her need. I just smile back at her. I can see the need
building in her, and can also see her fighting it. This
irony has my wolfish grin grow even stronger. I pick up
the pace. This proves too much for her. Her moaning
grows stronger and I feel her legs give out, as she
cums all over my hand. I am now the only thing keeping
her up. I pull my fingers out of her and bring them up
to her face.
"Suck them clean!" I order her. She is still out of it,
so I tighten my grip on her throat until she starts to
turn purple. I once more command, "Suck Them Clean!"
She opens her mouth as I force my fingers in. Her
tongue works around my three fingers as she cleans off
her wetness. I can tell she does not like the taste,
but truthfully that just adds to my enjoyment.
Eventually I feel she has cleaned them enough, so I
take my hand out of her mouth and let go of her throat.
She falls to the ground. I just laugh and say "good
girl."
I give her a few minutes to rest and recuperate, as I
think over what had just happened. I know I have
changed. But I feel great, no longer filled with doubt
and guilt. I fell powerful and strong, like a predator.
Looking down at my former boss, she is no longer the
bitch I had feared, but my prey. There is nothing to
fear anymore. I am now the dominate force. I can have
anything I want, and nothing can stand in my way. The
rush is exhilarating. I start getting hard from the
power trip I am on.
Again I look down at the figure of my former boss, and
grab her by the hair. Dragging the bitch to her feet I
stare into her eyes. The wolfish grin that now seems to
be permanently plastered to my face, grows even wider.
I walk out of the kitchen, dragging her behind me by
the hair. Luckily for her there is no one in the front
dining area at the moment. I stop in front of the huge
widow and throw her toward it. I then walk over to the
door. Turning the sing to closed, I shut and lock it.
Turning to my boss, I find she
has gained back some nerve. She has collected her wits
and is staring at me defiantly. This does not faze me;
I just continue to smile back at her.
"Time for you to give me a strip tease." I tell her
conversationally. Her eyes narrow as she rallies her
will to fight me. I just stare at her for a few
moments. Finally asking her again.
This time she flat out refuses. "Go fuck yourself, you
disgusting rapist piece of shit!" she yells back at me.
I just smile as I step forward. My hand goes back and I
knock her across the face as hard as I can. It sends
her staggering to the ground. I can see blood dripping
from her lip, and I huge red hand print was clearly
formed on her cheek. I grab her once more by the hair
and drag her up. Bringing her level with my face I tell
her "You are only making it worse for yourself. I am
just as happy to beat you as not. It really makes no
difference to me; both are just as fun for me. So it is
up to you how this goes. Now give me a fucking strip
tease!" I let go of her hair.
She just stands there for a while, coming to terms with
herself. But eventually she starts to sway her hips to
some unheard music and unbuttons her shirt. I find a
chair nearby, make myself comfortable, and enjoy the
show. She shoots daggers at me as she finishes
unbuttoning her shirt, shrugging it off and letting it
fall to the ground. Underneath this she is wearing a
lacy black bra. I egg her on with cat calls and
customary wolf howl.
She rolls her eyes and gives me a dirty look. Now I
would not say she was giving this strip tease her all.
But I really do not give a shit. She unbuttons her
pants and lowers the zipper. Then turning around and
bending over, she unties her shoes. Slipping them off,
followed by her socks. This gives me a great view of
her ass. I come to the conclusion that this is a
fantastic ass. It also gives me some ideas. She turns
back around and starts to shimmy out of her pants. Now
she is down only to her bra and panties (which match
the bra by the way). Swaying once more, her arms move
to her back.
A disgusted look crosses her face as she unclips the
bra and slides the straps down her arms. But she moves
her hands to hold her cups in place. She holds them
there as she shoots me daggers for a few moments. I
just smile at her and raise my eyebrows suggestively.
She finally gives in and unceremoniously just lets the
bra fall. Then quickly pulls down her panties and
discards them. She stares at me defiantly. "There. We
done now?"
I just have to laugh at this, as I give her an applause
for a great show. Once I can finally bring my laughing
under control, I stand up and walk toward her. Keeping
eye contact as I come closer. When we are barely a foot
apart I place my hands on her shoulders.
She shutters under my touch. But I just continue to
smile my predatory smile. I gently push her until she
starts to step backward. I keep pushing and walk her
back until the back of her leg hits a table. Her
defiant look fades, as I let go of her shoulders and
motion for her to turn around. When she does not
quickly comply, I just stare her straight in the eye.
She only lasts a few seconds before she relents. After
she has completely turned, I push he forward, forcing
her head onto the table. She looks over her shoulder at
me and pleads "please don't. I am sorry for everything
I have said and done. Just let me go. I promise not to
tell anyone. Please?!"
I just smile at her and pat the top of her head. I
proceed to unbutton and unzip my shorts, sliding them
with my boxers down my legs. They drop to the floor and
I step out of them.
She is still looking over her shoulder in fear
whispering "please. No. please." Over and over.
I suddenly force my cock into her, filling her cunt in
one thrust. She gasps loudly. I quickly pull out, until
only the tip is still engulfed. I once more thrust in
with all my might. I start a rhythm, matched by her
grunting and moaning. I can feel it getting easier with
each stroke, as she get more and more wet. I pound into
her, not caring about whether she is enjoying it or
not. I know I will not last long, but just pound away.
I do not have to worry about her for she cums before I
do. Her pleasure filled moans and spasming pussy push
me over the edge. So I thrust into her as far as I can,
unleashing all my pent up sperm into her fertile womb.
She passes out from the powerful orgasm she had just
received, but I am still ready to go. Not caring about
her well being, I pull my cock out of her and shove it
right into her ass. The sudden intrusion brings her
back to reality. She tries to buck me off her, but I
grab hold of her hair and lift her head off the table.
I continue to thrust in and out of her. Her moans of
pain soon turn back into moans of ecstasy as she gets
into the rhythm. I once more cannot last long, quickly
cumming straight into her bowls. This triggers another
orgasm for my boss, as she one more falls onto the
table.
It takes me a while to regain my own strength, but soon
enough I find my legs and pull my cock out of her ass.
Still holding on to her hair, I drag her off the table
until she is facing me. I look down at her and say
"clean my cock." Before she can react I shove the cock
right into her mouth. She is quick on the uptake this
time, as her tongue works its way around my cock. I
smile down at her, patting her head and praise her
"Good girl." She slumps to the floor.
"You now completely belong to me. Everything you own, I
now own." And with that I start to piss on her, marking
my territory. She is so weak from her treatment that
she does not put up a fight at all, allowing herself to
be marked as mine.
When my bladder is empty I stoop down and grab her
chin, leveling her face with mine. Still smiling I say
"You might be thinking about telling someone, perhaps
the police. Well, if I were you I might reconsider that
action. For I have been working for you for, how long
has it been, oh…let us say 3 years. So I know all the
dirty little secrets about this business. I know about
your tax evasion, your employment of illegal aliens,
paying people under the table, and even the health
department might want to know a thing or two about our
little shop. Now if I were to have the police take me
into custody, it would be only the right thing to do to
inform them about all your illegal and immoral
activities."
With that her eyes shot open, wide with fear. Of course
I just continued to smile and comforted her, "Now you
don't need to worry your pretty little head about a
thing. Just keep that pretty little mouth of yours
shut. If anyone asks, you tell them you have decided to
take me on as a lover, or fling, or whatever the shit
you people call it these days."
I let her head drop; she slumps into my pool of piss on
the floor. I turn and start to walk away. But at the
door I stop, turn to her and say, "I am going to come
by your place tonight at 6. I expect you to have a
place set for me at the table."
I open the door and turn the sign back to open. Looking
back over my shoulder I say to my former boss "If I am
not mistaken, you have a daughter right? How old is she
again, 11? Well I sure look forward to having a little
fun with her tonight."
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