("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2009. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 60