Birth of an Empire
-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. (M/F,,MDom/F,nc,ws,oral,anal,sci-fi)-
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 Bbe 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.”