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 all
hopes of happiness and love laying dead on the floor, the young
man has nothing left but to take revenge on those who took it all
away from him. His first target is the ex-husband of his dead
lover.(Mdom/F, nc, rp, oral, violence)-
Miles Martin (martin369@gmail.com)

Chapter 7

      The police pull into the parking lot as I climb in my car.
Their investigation is meaningless to me. And any questions they
might have for me will only slow me down and keep me from my
revenge.
      I quickly start my car, slam it into gear, and step on the
gas. As I fly out of the parking lot, one of the cop cars flips
around and chases after me. The siren blares and the flashing
lights let me know how close he is.
      Years of delivering give me an exact knowledge of the area.
It allows for fast driving and sudden turns. The officer did not
stand a chance. I lose him with ease.
      As soon as the coast is clear, I waste no time in heading
to my boss ex-husbands house. I had been to his house on
numerous occasions. He used to have me deliver him food when he
was too lazy to come in. He also constantly used me for general
labor and home improvements.
      As I get closer I see that his truck is still in the drive
way. Good, that means that he is still home. This will make my
job a hell of a lot easier. I do not let off the gas as I come up
to his house. Since the police probably have my license plate by
now, I decide to kill two birds with one stone. I push the peddle
down even harder as I jump the curb heading for the front door.
Right before the car makes contact; I open my door and roll onto
the lawn.
      The sound of speeding metal abruptly coming to a stop fills
my ears. Dusting myself off, I climb over the wreckage and into
my preys lair. I am welcomed by the sight of the resident of the
premises staring slack jawed at what had once been his front
door. When he notices me a self-satisfied smile spreads across
his face. Smiling myself, I stoop down and pick up a broken piece
of wood from the rubble. Without saying a word I bring it
crashing down into the back of his left leg. The wood shatters
into splinters. The leg did not do much better, as my one time
boss falls to the floor screaming in pain. Listening to his
pathetic screaming, I look around his living room, soon finding a
set of gulf clubs lying in what had been his hall way. Yanking
one out, I swing it down onto my victims other leg. I know I
broke something this time, as I toss the now bent gulf club
further into the house. Grabbing two more clubs, I repeat the
process with the bastards arms. The all but paralyzed man had
passed out on me, as I was working on his arms. I give him a good
kick to wake him up.
      All he can do is whimper in pain and stare up at me
helplessly. But he somehow musters enough will to hoarsely
whisper out, I did it for us. So that we can be together. I need
you. I love you. Just let me please you!
      I stomp my foot down as hard as I can onto his right arm,
to shut him up. Grabbing his head I wrench it up. Who did you
hire to kill them? I coldly spit into his face.
      He tries to move his lips to meet mine in a kiss. I slam
his face down into the floor, asking him one more time who he had
hired.
      Blood runs into his mouth from a broken nose. He coughs it
out and tells me, It was my drug dealer. I knew they were in the
way of us being together, and he was the only person I know who
could do something about it.
      Kicking him once more in the side, I demand tell me his
address. But he had passed out once more. Wasting no time, I
grab one of his hands. Taking his pinkie I wrench it out of its
socket. He comes screaming awake, as I take his next finger and
repeat the process. He thrashes around trying to get away as I
finish the hand and go on to the next. Leaning into his ear, as I
dislocate another finger I whisper, Tell me where this man lives
and what he looks like. He blubbers out the information before I
am finished with his last finger. But I do not let that stop me.
I drop his hand and use my foot to roll him over onto his back.
The sounds of his gurgling breaths follow me as I walk into his
kitchen and grab one of his steak knives. Standing over him, he
tries to smile up at me. I just silently stare at him. Taking the
knife I slowly push it into his right eye socket. I have to put
all my weight on him as he screams and struggles against this new
level of pain. The knife hits an obstacle, so I finally slam the
palm of my hand into the end of the knife. My ex-boss goes still
and silent.
      Scaling over the wreckage of what at one time had been my
car, I turn to the driveway and find the dead mans truck. He is
not going to be needing it ever again, so I had taken his keys. I
climb in and speed off to take care of the drug dealing scum.
      I pass the house, surveying it for with an analyzing gaze.
I see one of the drug dealers men standing out front with a gun.
I will have to deal with him first. I continue past the house and
park a couple blocks down the street, and then silently make my
way to back to the house. The sentry is not paying all that much
attention. The drug dealer must not have much trouble with rivals
or his cliental. This becomes a problem for the sentry as I
easily sneak up behind him, and slit his throat. I do not bother
to hide the body, taking the mans gun and leaving the body where
it lays. I have already left an obvious trail of mayhem; one more
body is not going to affect anything. I rush the door and kick it
in. Quickly raising the gun I shoot two men in the head and turn
towards a couch. Sitting on it in shock are two girls, one a
blonde haired bimbo and the other one with an obvious fiery red
dye job. Next to them sits a man matching the drug dealers
description. Without a word a shoot the man in the knee cap. The
girls scream hysterically as the man rives on the floor in agony.
      Moving closer to the man I softly ask, Did you take part
in a hit on a woman and her daughter at a pizza shop earlier
today?
      You are a fucking dead man you hear me! The man yells up
at me.
      I blink at him. Slowly taking aim I shoot out his other
knee cap. I once more ask him softly, Did you take part in a hit
on a woman and her daughter in a pizza shop today?
      Through clenched teeth the drug dealer screams, Yes you
fucking cock sucker, I killed the bitch and her little slut. You
should have seen their faces when I finished them off. They were
begging me for mercy. The same way you will be, when my uncle
gets a hold of you. He runs the crime in this town. He is going
to find you and make you suffer. Mark my wo
      I do not let him finish, as I smile and shove the gun
against his crotch. Pulling the trigger, the bullet rips through
his cock and stomach, sending their pulverized parts out of a
huge hole in his back. The drug dealers lovers and I watch as
the mans life fades away.
      Turning to the girls, I find the blondes mouth open in a
silent scream. She is frozen in place, starting at the dead body.
They are both covered in their lovers blood; I lift the gun
towards them. I glance at red head and ask, Did you have
anything to do with the killing?
      She sputters out, I wwwas ssssitting in the ccccar wwwwhen
it hhhhappened. And without a word I shoot her in the face.
      Pointing the gun at the blonde, I watch as a wet spot forms
in her pants. The smell of piss fills the room. I step closer to
her, holding the gun to her head. Almost completely covered in
blood now, she is shaking uncontrollably. Coming out of her
stupor she starts to repeat over and over, Please dont kill me.
Please dont kill me. Please dont kill me. I watch her
carefully, taking her in. She in obviously a whore, she has the
weathered look of a girl who has sex for money, that premature
aged look that working girls take on. And this is not a high end
escort; no this is a cheap whore. Maybe that drug dealing piece
of shit had been her pimp, or he was just her dealer and she
offered a trade of services for his wares.
      Grinding the gun into the side of her head, I take a strand
of her hair that had fallen in front of her eyes and caress it
with my fingers. In a gentle voice I ask her, Did you have
anything to do with the killing?
      She does not move or make a sound. I stoop down on one
knee, bringing my face level with hers. Staring her right in the
eye I gently ask one more time, Did you have anything to do with
the killing?
      Staring back at me with pure fear in her eyes, she shakes
her head no. Smiling at her, I lower the gun and stroke the side
of her face. This once more snaps her out of her fear invoked
state. Please let me live. I swear I will let you do anything to
me. Just dont kill me.
      She watches me closely as I stand back up. Pointing the gun
back at her, I say, You give me a blow job, and if you can make
me cum in less than two minutes, then you will live.
      She stares up at me. I just smile and tell her the clock
is ticking.
      Frantically her hands reach for my pants. Her shaking hands
unzip them and fish my cock out. I watch as tears create two skin
colored rivers on her blood drenched face. She takes my cock in
her mouth. At first she cannot control her shaking. I consider
just shooting her now to get it over with. But I study her as
years of professional practice take over for her. Her body takes
command from her crumbling mind. My cock is quickly swallowed
down her throat, as her tongue works magic all around my cock. I
ponder how much she usually charges for her services. On the
brink of cumming I look down at my watch and notice she only has
5 seconds left. I begin to smile down at her and raise the gun to
her head, when she pulls a move that sends me over the edge. Her
hands cradle my balls as she milks out the last ounce of semen.
After swallowing my load, my spent cock falls out of her mouth.
She looks up at me and licks her lips. But she licks up more
blood then semen and the taste must have brought her back to
reality. Her eyes once more widen in fear and she collapses down
to the floor, lying in a pool of blood and piss. Dropping the gun
next to her, I walk out of the house. There is nothing left in
here for me. My mind is blank as I walk back to my dead ex-boss
truck. 
