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Birth of an Empire - 4
by Miles Martin (martin369@gmail.com)
***
The further adventures of a pathetic young man, who's
darker side takes over. Once unleashed this predatory
part of him starts taking what it wants. Nothing can
stand in its way. The young man and his now ex-boss
head into work. He lays down the law, and teaches her
to show little gratitude with the help of the cook. But
her ex-husband soon shows up with their daughter. The
young man drags them both into his world of debauchery.
(Mdom/F, MM, nc, v, ws)
***
Chapter 4
The drive to the shop is done in silence. My ex-boss
for some reason is deliberately not looking anywhere
near me, giving me the silent treatment. This does not
faze me in the least. I am content to make the drive in
silence. I could give a rat's ass if she believes I
have slighted her in some way. Shit, I have been
deliberately humiliating and raping her since
yesterday. So if all a sudden she feels "hurt" about
it, it is about gods damned time!
As we pull up and park in front of the shop, I notice
that door is still locked and the lights are not yet
turned on. I look over to the car parked next to me and
the Mexican cook is sitting there, looking back at me.
Even before the car has come to a complete stop, my ex-
boss is jumping out, making sure not to give me a
glance. She runs to the door, searching her keys for
the right one.
"You late, pinche gringo." The cook tells me with his
thick looking-out-for-La-Migra accent, not yet noticing
the woman running out of my car. He has his usual huge
shit eating grin plastered to his face.
I just smile right back. "Fuck you to, carbon," I
counter. The cook and I have built up a friendship over
the years we have worked together. We found a mutual
hatred of our employers as a great basis for our
friendship. We joke around a lot, making fun of each
other and the people around us. "Why the fuck did you
not open up then? Eh puto?"
"Chupo mis huevos! Don't have no key." He tells me with
fake sorrow. By now his eyes turn to the door. He sees
the boss trying to unlock the door. Looking over at me,
and seeing my passenger door still open, it dawns on
him. His eyes sparkle with understanding as his smile
grows bigger.
Before he can say a word I wink back at him, and climb
out of my car. I walk over and shut my passenger door,
then turn to the shop door. I walk up behind her, as
she is too focused trying to find the right key. I look
back and the cook is shaking his head in disbelief, as
I circle my arms around our boss and grab the keys from
her hand.
She lets out a frustrated sigh and lets my take them.
She must not have noticed the cook yet, or she would
not have let me touch her like this.
I quickly pick the right key and unlock the door,
pushing it open. Before she can enter, I enclose my
arms around her. Into her ear I whisper, "I think I
deserve a little reward for helping you? How about a
kiss?"
She spins around and looks at me. Frustration is
written all over her face. But she relents and soon her
lips our meeting mine. Her closed eyes shoot open, when
she hears a car door slam and loud Mexican accented cat
calls and whistling. She pushes away from me, her face
beet red. Finding no resistance from me, she runs into
the shop and out of sight.
"Aye cabrón, she want you dick? But how you get that
fria puta wet for you?" The cook says, as he pats me on
the shoulder and walks through the door. He still
looked amazed. "So she as good as we think?" He asks,
as I turn the sign from closed to open.
I smile back at him. "Well, how about I let you find
out for yourself?" I suggest while raising my eyebrows
lewdly. We both start laughing at that and walk into
the shop to get it ready for customers.
I stand back and let the cook open up the kitchen.
While he is doing this, I notice that my boss-turned-
lover is nowhere to be seen. If she expects me to open
up the front of the shop, she has another thing coming.
Looking around, I realize the only place she can be is
in the bathroom. Knocking on the door I tell her, "Well
you better get out here and open up the shop, customers
will be showing up soon. I really do not give a shit
about how embarrassed you are feeling right now, get
over it. You are costing me money."
Just the hint of a threat that my words imply, has her
quickly opening the door and rushing out.
I give her ass a smack as she passes, getting her to
move faster. Then follow her out to the front of the
store. I watch as she turns on the computer and sets
down all the chairs.
She glares at me, for just standing there and not
giving her a hand.
I can tell she wants to bitch at me, but is keeping it
to herself. Looks like my conditioning has started to
work. I just lean back against the wall, grinning at
her. That is, until I notice a cockroach scurry across
one of the tables. I push myself off from the wall, and
walk towards her. "There are going to be some more
changes around here. First of them will be the fucking
roaches. You are going to call an exterminator TODAY,
and have this problem worked out."
Upon hearing this, a sudden look of rage washes over
her face. "WE DO NOT HAVE A ROACH PROBLEM!" She screams
at me from the top of her lungs.
My smile does not fade, as I quickly step forward,
smashing my hand down on the cockroach running across
the table in front of me. I continue forward, bring my
hand up. Showing her the oozing blood and gore of the
dead insect on the palm of my hand. I grab hold of her
with my other hand, and slowly smear the disgusting
roach guts on to her face.
Frozen in place, she can do nothing but watch in horror
as my hand travel across her face. She has realized her
mistake too late as I wipe my hand clean in her hair.
I break the spell, as I coldly order her, "Now go clean
yourself up. But do not think that your punishment is
complete."
I let go of her, and watch as she runs back through the
kitchen and into the bathroom. I slowly make my way
back to the kitchen, the cook is staring at me
questioningly. I stop in front of the bathroom door. I
continue my instructions for the shop, as if I had not
been interrupted.
"We are going to turn this shop around. Make it into
the type of place that people will not be ashamed to
walk into. Going to turn that health department B into
an A. The first step is to either learn to run this
place right or hire someone to run it for you.
"On that note, you need to hire some better employees
and pay them reasonable wages. I want to be there
personally for the interview of every single candidate.
Next, you are going to start buying better quality
inventory. Last and not least, you need to start
treating the cook better. He and I were singlehandedly
running their place for you, and you have treated us
like shit. I must learn to show some gratitude."
The bathroom door opens and my ex-boss steps out wet
and surly. Hatred and fear battle across her face as
she looks at me.
I smile at her and say, "I think we should start
working on your attitude a little bit more. You need
learn to watch your mouth better. Until you learn to
not use it to be such a bitch, you will use it for
servicing cocks We can combine that with showing more
respect for the cook.. Now get down on your knees in
front of the cook and suck him off."
A look of defiance comes to her eyes, but only lasts a
moment. She meekly walks over to the cook and falls to
her knees, watching me.
I nod my head, giving her the signal to proceed.
Her eyes are pleading with me, as her hands work the
zipper of the cook's pants. Her hand fishes his cock
out. Instantly she gags as the cock comes out into the
air.
I soon understand why, as the smell drifts over to me.
I look up to see the cook winking at me. It smells as
though he has not washed his cock in weeks. I can see
crust and filth built up all over it. This was
defiantly not going to be a pleasant experience for
her.
She once more looks up at me pleadingly, with tears
forming in her eyes. Probably form her close vicinity
to the rancid smell.
But I just smile back at her and give her a shrug. The
smile grows bigger as I watch her reluctantly take the
head of the cock in her mouth.
"Thaz right puta, take my smelly verga!" The cook yells
down at her with a laugh.
Her teary eyes are filled with disgust as the cock
works farther into her mouth. She gags repeatedly,
having a hard time with the taste and thought of her
actions.
I make eye contact with her. "If you do not want a
repeat of this lesson, you will listen to his
suggestions. He is a good cook, and knows what he is
doing. You will listen to him if he has a problem or
needs something." I instruct her, as she starts slowly
bobbing up and down his cock.
Bringing my attention back to the cook, I tell him, "If
she ever gives you any problems, you tell me. Even if I
am not here, call me as soon as possible."
He just smiles back at me, lost in bliss.
Unexpectedly I hear the jingle of a customer walking
through the door. I look down at my not-so-high-and-
mighty ex-boss, but she is still occupied. Not wanting
to interrupt her, I walk into the front.
I cannot help but chuckle to myself when I see who is
standing in front of the counter. It is the boss' ex-
husband and their daughter. My smile beams brighter as
I look down at the girl, and she shyly smiles back at
me. "Now who is this beautiful young woman? Can this
possibly be that same cute little girl I remember?" I
ask as I muss up her hair.
She giggles and looks up at me adoringly. This was
going to be too easy.
I hear a cough and turn to her father, frowning down at
me.
"I don't see her car, but is my wife in?" He asks me
really slowly, as if I were a little child or mentally
challenged.
I just turn my smile on him, and say "Yes, she is in
the kitchen, preoccupied. Um helping the cook. She
should be out any moment.
He sneers at me and turns away. Muttering under his
breath, "Fucking retard."
I draw my attention back to his daughter. And find her
still watching me meekly, with a shy smile. It has been
a while since I have last seen her. So I utilize this
time to take in her beauty. She has the same raven
black hair as her mother, only it is shorter and done
up in pig tails. She has huge beautiful green eyes that
just exude innocence. With pouty red lips and a
slightly up turn nose, that would have any pedophile
creaming his pants. She wore a wet dream inspiring
catholic schoolgirl uniform.
"This is just too good to be true; it has to be a
dream." I thought to myself, as I continued to check
her out. From what I could see, she was well muscled
and had a nice tan, from playing outside and probably
some sport. Under her school shirt, a small pair of
breast was just starting to be noticeable, probably
just enough for a handful. She was a young woman just
coming into puberty, but still holding on to her cute
innocent girlhood. But she was going to become a
stunning woman when she gets older, far outshining her
mother.
She must have caught me appraising her, for a sudden
blush came over her face and neck. She was saved from
further embarrassment by her mother walking through the
door from the kitchen, wiping cum from her lips onto
her sleeve and shooting me a dirty look.
The mother stops dead in her tracks when she sees me
standing next to her child.
I smile up at her wickedly and walk over to the frozen
bitch. Wrapping my arm around her, she finally stares
at her ex-husband. I can see confusion and surprise
clearly take over his face. My hand drops down and cups
his ex-wife's ass, and I can feel her leaning into me
more warmly.
It seems she has noticed her ex-husband's anger
building at what I was doing to the woman he had been
sleeping with not so long ago. She was now trying to
encourage this. But whether to spite her ex-husband or
to provoke him to attack me, who knows.
I decide to play alone, and give him a conspiring wink.
Before he can react, I give a final smile to his
daughter and step back into the kitchen, pulling my ex-
boss with me.
As predicted the angry ex-husband soon follows. As the
man rushes towards us, I let go of my boss. His rage
filled face, contorts into odd shapes and she starts to
scream at me. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?! WHY ARE
YOU TOUCHING MY WIFE?!"
I stand my ground in front of him, giving him not hint
of what I will do. Still smiling I turn to his ex-wife
and give her a nod.
She understands what I am getting at, softly uttering,
"He is my new lover. Wonderful in the sack, way better
then you have ever been. In fact, he is so great I have
asked him to move in with me. I have even given him
control of the business. We are going to turn this shit
hole around." Her voice rises in authority until she
shouts out the last part.
He turns the full force of his enraged glare back on
me. He is a big and, for most, an intimidating man.
Towering almost a foot over me, and outweighing me by
at least a hundred and some out change. He has relied
on his size to scare people into getting his way. Yet
when that fails he is not one to flinch from violence.
His hair trigger rage, has lead him into many a fight.
He loves to boast about how he has never lost a fight.
But I am not afraid. As he stands there bellowing at
me, ready to charge, I take the fight to him. Before he
can react, I surge forward and slam my fist into his
nose. I feel it break, as blood rockets down onto my
fist. I do not stop there, as I bring my other arm up
and grab on to his shoulder. Using this for leverage, I
crash my knee up into his balls. I let go of him, as
his falls down on to his knees, clutching his balls and
face. I still do not let up. My foot connects with the
hand now holding his balls.
I deliver another kick to his stomach, once he
collapses onto his side. I keep up a volley of kicks
where ever I can reach, until he rolls up into a fetal
ball. I deliver one last kick to his head, and spit
down on him. "She is not your wife anymore. I own her.
And I own you. I am not going to stand here and take
shit from anyone. Now get over here and worship my
cock." I tell him coldly, as I unzip my shorts.
He stares up at me with terror, not knowing what he
should do. He looks over hopefully at his ex-wife, but
she is glaring at him with disgust. Shaking with fear
he crawls over to me, as I laugh down at him. Bring
himself back to his knees is obviously a painful
process for him, but he somehow makes it. Taking my
cock in his hands, he looks up at me with dread and
hatred.
As he looks up at me, I hear his ex-wife mocking him.
"You pathetic piece of shit. I am glad I left you.
Don't pretend that you do not like this, you fucking
faggot. Suck that cock, you know you want it! You have
been a closet queer for a long time! How many times
have you asked me to pull out the strap on for you?!"
I just grin evilly. And start to laugh as he slowly
takes the head of my cock into his mouth. He licks
around the head tenderly. He slowly takes it deeper,
down into his throat. I can see something new in his
eyes, not just fear and anger. But a lust, a need to
devote himself to my cock. This big guy was a secretly
loving this.
It became more evident as he started to bob up and down
my cock. He was going at with gusto, licking and
sucking for all he was worth. In next to no time I find
my balls boiling and ready to let go. A look of pure
ecstasy comes over him, as I blast away into his mouth.
As soon as I catch my breath, I let go of my bladder.
Shocked out of his heaven, he tries to pull away. I
grab hold of the sides of his head and hold him still.
But my cock manages to fall out of his mouth, spraying
piss all over his face. I laugh even louder as he
struggles against my hold. After the stream has slowed
to a trickle, I let go of his head and throw him down
to the ground once more.
"Now get the fuck out of my sight, you worthless piece
of shit. That was a nice blow job, you cock-hungry
whore. I might have to call upon you again, or another
way to make good use of that mouth of yours. But if I
ever seen you again without my asking to meet you, the
beating will be far more severe." I utter, stooping
down so he can hear me. Giving him one final kick, I
walk away.
I watch his progress from the look on his ex-wife's
face. I observe her eyes follow him out of the kitchen.
Then hear the tickle of the door as it opens and
closes. I step out into the front to make sure he is
gone, and am surprised to see that his daughter is
still standing there, looking at me in wonder. I
realize that there is still blood on my hands and
shoes, but she does not seem to be scare. She must have
seen what had happened to her father, and put it
together that I must have been the one to do it. But
she does not seem to be upset with me. I stare at her,
trying to puzzle her out.
She blushes under my scrutiny. But finally gets up the
nerve to ask, "Who is going to take me to school now?"
She looks at me timidly.
I give her a genuine smile and say "Well now, I guess I
will have to be the one to take you."
She returns my smile, and I notice she has the most
adorable little dimples.
The kitchen door swings open and her mother steps out,
watching me with her daughter once more. She wants to
tell me to get away from her, but after what I had just
done to her ex, she was not going to take any more
risks. So she just gives me a dirty look, and remains
silent.
I turn my smile at her and proclaim, "It looks like I
am going to be taking your daughter to school now. And
will also pick her up after school gets out as well. I
will be back at closing to pick you up. If there are
any problems or if you have any interviews, call me.
You better also call the fucking pest control. If you
do not, or do anything to piss off the cook, he will
call me. He will also tell me everything you did today,
so keep fucking busy. I want this place nice and
presentable. Clean it up and make it look like a place
people might actually eat in."
And with that I grab her ass and pull her in close for
a passionate kiss. When I let go, she is left panting
and staggering from the force of it. I just smile and
turn towards the door.
Her daughter follows after me, grabbing on to my hand.
We walk out the door, hand in hand, heading towards my
car.
To be continued?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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