Birth of an Empire

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 all into his world of debauchery. (Mdom/F, MM, nc,
violence, ws)-
Miles Martin (martin369@gmail.com)

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 rats 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, cabrn. 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! Dont 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 cabrn, 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 cooks 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 dont 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-wifes ass, and I
can feel her leaning into me more warmly.
      It seems she has noticed her ex-husbands 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. Dont 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
hungery 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-wifes 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
      
