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. With revenge
having been issued, the young man now finds himself homeless and
on the run from the police. Not allowing that to phase him, he
finds new prey in the form of a beautiful young jogger. After
having his way with her, he moves into her house. But he soon
learns that there are consequences to his actions. (Mdom/F, rp,
violence)-
Miles Martin (martin369@gmail.com)


Chapter 8

I drive around aimlessly considering my options. There is no
point in going back to my now deceased ex-boss's house; the
police will be there soon enough if not already. Since my car is
sitting in a living room with a dead man, my mother's house is
out of the questions as well. Neither can I keep this truck for
much longer. The police are looking for me, that I know for sure.
But what can I do? Where can I go?

The smart thing to do would be to leave town, maybe even leave
the state. But the police do not scare me. I am not going to be
run out of my town. I am not going to cower in fear and take shit
from anyone. This is my town and I will do what I damn well
please!

My resolve bolstered I pull the truck to the side of the road,
leaving the keys in the ignition and the door wide open. Soon
enough someone will come along for a little joyride, with any
luck the police will connect them with all the killings. And if
not, it did not really matter.

I walk off in no particular direction my senses open to the world
around me, searching, but for what I am not sure. Fate raises its
ugly little head as I pass a darkened alley. Out steps a figure
wearing the stereotypical ruffian attire, in an imitation of a
gruff voice he threatens, "Hand over your fucking wallet or I gut
you like a pig!" My eyes travel from the knife in his hands to
his eyes. My right hand slowly reaches for my back pocket and
pulls out my wallet. The look of an addict one step closer to
achieving his fix comes over him as his eyes focus completely on
my wallet. Slowly stepping towards him, my left hand finds its
way to my side pocket locating exactly what I was looking for. My
mugger reaches out for my wallet with his grubby little hands and
I strike. I sink the pen my left hand holds deep into his side.
The knife and my wallet fall from his hands as he screams in
pain. My fist connects with his nose sending him falling to the
ground. I stomp my foot down on the pen shattering it and sending
the pieces deeper into his side.

Walking away, I pocket the switch blade and count the new found
money from the would-be muggers own wallet, laughing to myself.

I continue down the street open to anymore possible
opportunities. I size up everyone I pass. None of them seem
interesting in the least. That is until my searching gaze fell
upon the perfect prey. A primal rush of lust and hunger flowed
through me as I watched the athletic little blonde jog by. She
was wearing sweat pants that seemed to be molded perfect to fit
her ass and a tight sports bra which barely restrained her
massive jugs.

I hurried my step so that I could keep her in sight, but not
crowd too close. I toy with the switch blade as I follow her,
thinking of what I was going to do with her. My pulse quickens
and I can almost smell her. The bestial thrill of the hunt is on
me. My muscles tighten, ready for the pounce, when I see the
perfect opening. A poorly lit alleyway, just like my would-be
mugger had used. With no witnesses around, not that I cared that
much, I surged forward and knocked her into the alleyway. With
her back pressed against me, I used my weight to shove her
against the closest wall, knocking the air out of her lungs.

Pressed up against her from behind, I relished her desperate
attempts to suck in air. I could hear the fear panting out of her
with each try. Sliding my hands around her I make sure she
notices the knife in my hand. Then swiftly my left hand grabs
hold of the front of her sports bra as I slice through it with
the knife in my right. Her big beautiful breasts bounce free to
the breeze. I grab hold of those wonderful tits and squeeze her
back into me, the knife lying against her right nipple, ready to
slice at a moment's notice.

Leaning my face into the back of her neck I breathe in deeply,
savoring the smell of her sweat mixing with the scent of fear. I
breathe heavily into her ear, making the closeness and intimacy
of everything I was doing against her will all the more foul for
her.

Her hands are occupied keeping the rest of her body from being
smashed against the wall, but even then the position we are in
makes it awkward for her to fight back with her hands. But her
legs are not as hampered.

Before she can get over the panic and realize this, my hands let
go of her breast and grab hold of the waistband of her sweat
pants. With a hard yank I pull them down to her knees along with
a pair of thong panties. Her legs are now trapped, making it all
the harder for her to struggle.

My hands move back up to her heaving breast, giving her nipples a
cruel pinch as I rub against her now naked ass. I move my mouth
closer to her ear, giving it a lick before taking her lobe
between my teeth and biting down hard enough to draw blood. A
shiver flows into me with the coppery taste of her blood.

She gasps in pain and her hands slip involuntarily causing the
front half of her body to press firmly against the wall.

My hands were quick enough to move out of the way. I take the
opportunity to unbutton and unzip my shorts, allowing me to free
my raging erection from its confines.

Rubbing it against the bare cheeks of her ass, I place my hands
on her hips and pull her bottom half farther away from the wall,
allowing me access to her most private of places. Keeping the
knife in my right hand pressed against her stomach, my left hand
is allowed to explore. I find that the public hair above her
mound is shaved into the shape of a heart. I give a wicked
chuckle into her bleeding her.

In response I hear her sobs, feeling the tremors through her
body. I watch as tears start running down her cheek, my tongue
dashes forward to catch the salty treat. The saltiness mixes with
the coppery blood to do wonder things to my taste buds.

Deciding to give her something to really cry about, I pull my
left hand away from her snatch and grab hold of my cock. Rubbing
it against her ass dribbling my precum all over it, I slide it
between her cheeks. Placing my feet between hers, I use them to
push her legs farther apart. Positioning my cock between her legs
I thrust as hard as I can deep into her dry pussy. I give her no
time to get used to it before quickly pulling it almost all the
way out and thrusting right back in, building a relentless pace.

She cries out in pain and horror with each of my thrusts. Her
tears flowing stronger as her cries get louder.

I grab hold of her waist, using my hold to yank her up as I pull
out and shoving her down to meet my cock as it forces it way back
in. This causes the upper half of her body to scrape against the
wall. But I give her well being absolutely no regard as I
consumed by my appetite and predatory need.

An inhuman stamina and strength seems to have flooded through my
body, as her cries and screams fade to a hoarse croak long before
I tire or feel the need for release. Her body had finally gone
limp against me when my bestial lust completely overwhelmed me,
causing me to fill her cunt with my seed.

Dropping her limp bloody unmoving body, I wonder if I had somehow
killed her. There is no emotional response to that thought. I
think about that as I dig through her clothes. Her home would now
be the perfect place for me to stay for a while at least. Finding
her set of keys and a wallet, I look through it for her address.
Pocketing my new find I slowly walk out of the dark alleyway.

In nature, after a predator has had his fill of his prey,
scavengers descend upon the remains of the carcass. Walking away
from the alley I saw two dirty disgusting homeless men slinking
in. They would take care of what was left of the girl, one way or
another. My smile never falters as I stroll on towards my new
residence.

The house is easy to find due to my long years of delivering
pizza in the area. It is dark by the time I reach the house. The
house was pretty tiny, looked like it was only one bedroom. All
the lights are off, letting me know that she probably lived alone
or at least anyone she lived were asleep or not home. Using the
keys I silently let myself in, making sure not to make any noise
in case there was anyone inside. Silently moving from room to
room, I found my first guess to be true, she lived alone. The
place was very clean and organized. Searching through her kitchen
I realized that she must not have cooked much. There was barely
anything, enough to last me maybe two days. I would need to go
shopping, but that could wait for two days at least. I then made
my way into the bedroom and crawled into the bed, falling asleep
with her sweet smell surrounding me.

Nothing really happened for the next two days. I slept, ate,
watched TV, and sat around waiting to see if anyone showed up to
the house, like a boyfriend, relatives, or even the police who
had found her body. But no one ever did. I did not leave the
house and felt no real desire to. I had found a place to stay for
a while, and had enough money to live off of for at least two
months, at which point the utilities would probably be turned off
from lack of payment. I tried to think about what I was going to
do next. My life had changed completely, I had changed
completely. The police were after me, but I did not want to leave
town. Two months was plenty of time to figure something out,
besides it seemed the new me was far better reactively rather
than proactively. I felt like a caged animal. I was restless and
bored. Going to bed for the third night I knew that I would need
to go to the store the next day; I could also feel that something
was going to happen when I did go. I drifted off wondering what
it would be.

The next morning I awoke early, but decided to wait until around
10am to go shopping. The walk to the grocery store was pretty
uneventful, although I did notice a few junkies watching me
intently as I walked into the store. Even the shopping was
mundane; I picked up some fresh meat, vegetables, and a bag of
rice. Leaving the store I looked around for the junkies, but they
were nowhere to be seen. But the whole walk home it felt like I
was being watched and followed. I was not scared, but readied
myself for anything that would happen. I made it back to the
girl's house without incident. I did not really give the junkies
or the feeling of being followed much thought the rest of the
day.

At 5 o'clock I started getting things ready for dinner. That is
when I heard what sounded like two cars pulling up in front of
the house. I flipped off the lights and grabbed one of the heavy
cast iron skillets I had pulled out to cook in. I then crouched
down behind the kitchen island, which gave me a good view of the
door and waited for whatever would happen.

I heard the sound of car doors opening and closing, followed by
hush whispers. I knew I was in for a fight when I heard the sound
of guns being loaded and cocked. Laying myself flat to the floor,
I was ready when the people outside suddenly opened fire on the
house. I heard bullets ripping through everything in the house
around me. I had probably picked the safest place to hide, all
the pots and pans inside the kitchen island stopping any bullets
before they could reach me. It sounded like there were at least
eight people out there, each firing a gun into the building. I
wondered who they were. This was definitely not the police, and
unlikely anyone related to the girl who lived here.

When the firing died down I got back into a crouching position
once more, tightening my grip on the skillet. From outside I
could hear the people talking. One of them was ordering another
to go in a check if I was dead. The responding voice was
complaining that of course I was dead, that it was just a waste
of time. The more authoritative voice yelled for him to just do
it.

I used this time to sneak my way into the living room where I
found a bookcase I could stand beside and be hid from view for
anyone walking in through the door. I stood and waited, listening
as the door was opened and footsteps made their way into the
house. When I heard them right in front of me I suddenly stepped
out and swung the skillet as hard as I could at the man's head. I
managed to grab him before he made any sound falling to the
floor. Laying him down, I picked up his gun and checked if it was
loaded. He must have reloaded it before he came inside.

With gun in hand I headed for the door. There were at least seven
people out there waiting, all armed. I was going to need to make
every shot count. Before my life had changed so drastically I had
never shot a gun in my life, and yet I knew deep down that did
not matter. That part of me was no longer in control.

I did not give the people out time to react as I step out of the
door and shot the first man I saw straight in the head followed
by the man beside him. Swiveling towards the cars I shot one man
in the chest. Another guy was pulling his gun up trying to fire
as I shot him in the head. I noticed one of them dive behind the
cars. A bullet whizzed by me. I turned to the right and shot the
man who had fired at me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a man
come running from the side of the house; before he could react I
shot him in the chest. Glancing around I silently bent down on my
hands and knees, I could see the final man crouching behind the
car. Taking careful aim I shot him twice in the leg.

A cry of pain was followed by the sound of a gun falling to the
ground. I stood up and walked around to the other side of the
car. Pointing the gun straight at him I calmly said, "What was
this all about?"

Clutching his wounded leg he sneered at me and spit. He looked
like he did not want to answer my questions. Not only that but he
reached out to try and grab his fallen gun.

I shot his arm before he could reach it. I now only had one more
bullet left in this gun. Stepping closer I pointed the gun
straight at his head, "I made quick work on all your friends
there. You really want to test your luck, go ahead. But all I
want to know is why you people want me dead."

Panic filled his eyes as he realized I had him dead to rights.
"You piece of shit! You killed the Boss's nephew!"

 I chuckled out, "Oh right, that guy. He did mention something
about an uncle."

The man looked at me indignantly and went on. "There was no way
the Boss was going to let you get away with that. He was grooming
his nephew to takeover one day. Fortunately the nephew had
surveillance cameras at his place, so the Big Man was able to
send your picture to every one of his dealers, pimps, and
muscles. You were seen at some grocery store today and then
followed to this shithole."

Smiling to myself I said, "Of course, it all makes sense now." I
pulled the trigger one last time and dropped the gun. Stooping
down I picked up the gun of my now late informant. Checking the
magazine, it was loaded. I walked around I picked up the rest of
the guns and checked them all. I kept three of them, pocketing
the magazines of the rest. In the search I had found a set of car
keys. After discovering which car it went to, I opened the trunk.
Walking into the house, I checked out that first man I had
knocked out. He was still breathing and it did not look like I
had cracked his skull or anything. Dragging him out to the car, I
threw him into the trunk. I chuckled again as I found some duct
tape sitting next to him. I decided to take a page out of their
book and taped his arms and legs together.

Shutting the trunk, I walked towards the front of the car. I
climbed into the car and started it up. Pulling out onto the
street my smile widened. There was a new goal and meaning in my
life. And it looked like it was going to be very interesting!


  
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