The Boss - Part 3 "Mouthed"

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Part 3 - “Mouthed”

This is a fictional dark fantasy story that will contain romance and some vanilla parts to it, but mainly consists of blackmail, rape, and violence. I don't condone or partake in any of the actions portrayed here.

This is for people like me, guys and girls, who like this kind of harsh stuff with a good story. For those of you out there, enjoy.

***THIS STORY CONTAINS FICTIONAL RAPE, BLACKMAIL, AND VIOLENCE. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. YOU’RE WARNED.***

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The next day, a beautiful day of Summer in 2019, I drove my McLaren to work. When I showed up driving that car, my employees already knew it would be a good day. That meant I was in a good mood and, as a result, I'd make their lives a little easier.

I was, indeed, in a very good mood. How could I not be? My plan was working perfectly, and I had had the most amazing fuck last night. Twice. With the amazingly beautiful Alissa Wozniak. I had ravaged her tight little pussy against her will twice, not to mention everything else. I couldn’t wait for the two days I gave her to pass, so I could fuck her once more. Different hole this time, I thought. While that didn't happen, I would keep implementing my plan.

I complimented everybody on my way up, every employee I saw. The funniest thing was saying good morning to Dave Wozniak, Alissa’s father.

“Having a good day, aren’t we?” He said laughing.

To which I replied, “Absolutely. I had a great night yesterday.”

“Women, huh? Magical creatures,” he added lightly punching my arm, like we were pals. Which we weren’t. It made me laugh inside.

“Dave,” I said while getting to my office’s door, “You have no idea how magical young whores can be. You should find yourself one.”

He laughed a fake laugh, as that came absolutely out of the blue, but he wouldn’t leave me hanging. I went inside my office filled with satisfaction, and thinking about how I would fill every single hole in his daughter’s body in the next few weeks.

I got in and sat on my desk. First thing in the morning, I'd reach my contact in the deep web, a hacker who a friend had suggested and that had become an exceptionally handy tool while dealing with Alissa.

BOSS1116.onionnet: Hi. I need you to give me access to all her stuff again. She’s probably changed all her passwords yesterday, or she’ll do it today. I sent your last $ to the acc. Good job, my friend.

Two minutes later I got a reply.

DAaustrian666.onionnet: no worries she didnt change any. hooking you up through the laptop keep it running. want everything?

BOSS1116.onionnet: Yes, everything. Phone, Instagram, Facebook, Google acc, access to pc, I want it all. I want to know when there’s activity as well, and I want those medical files.

DAaustrian666.onionnet: u got it. give me 30 min. thx for the $.

BOSS1116.onionnet: Thank you.

Then I rolled the chair near the glass wall, and I just stared at the sky and down to the city while I reminisced the night before.

Alissa studied in all-girls catholic boarding schools her entire life, and apparently, she never fit in. She moved back with her parents two years ago, to another catholic school, a very expensive private one that was co-ed. One year ago she had this thing with this boy, Jamie. It didn’t last, though. They broke up for some reason she didn’t tell me yesterday, right after she gave her virginity to him. It was at this time that she started seeing a therapist, and taking medication for depression. All that made me very curious. I remembered searching through her stuff for anything that would be of interest to me, and I remember finding some research she made, around the time she was going out with the kid, about “how to please your man.”

I got turned on by imagining young Alissa going over sex sites, sexual techniques, looking for ways to please a man. That also gave me a good idea of how insecure she was, and probably still is, as some months later she was researching about depression, and finally, about ways to kill herself. Gladly, her parents seemed to have intervened, as she started therapy. I didn't know for sure if she tried to take her own life, or if she ever will, but the way I was pushing her, I needed to be careful. This is why I asked the Austrian hacker to look into her medical records.

I was very, very curious about what happened, and what made her change so much. Maybe, she screwed up on her first night. Maybe, the boy had raped her himself. Maybe, she got AIDS from him. I didn’t know. If it was the last option, I was screwed because I didn’t use a condom, nor do I intend on wearing one in the future.

I made a call while DaAustrian got things ready for me. I called the service that installed the security systems for my houses, this company and, pertinently enough, the Wozniak’s house. The owner was a good friend of mine, which I had helped many times in the past, and always had drinks with me at the country club. I asked to talk to their executive director, which already knew me.

“Mr. Marcus Cagliari! To what I owe the pleasure, boss?”

It wasn’t even an awkward conversation when I asked him to share with me all the feeds from the Wozniak’s house, and he didn’t ask me twice when I asked them to schedule a maintenance there tomorrow to sneak up a camera into Alissa’s room. He even thanked me later on for giving them so many good clients. Just the way I liked things to go.

I stopped to deal with some business issues and returned to my office one hour and a half later, when DaAustrian was already finished. His work was amazing. He had left a second, secret account in my laptop in which, after I logged in, would have shortcuts straight from the desktop to everything I wanted. I could even screen her laptop in real time if she was using it.

I spent around three straight hours just going through her stuff. Then, finally, I got a hint of what had happened between her and the boy. There was a girl who she used to talk a lot before, called Ashley McMillian. They seemed to be friends for a long time, and that stopped at the same time she broke up with Jamie, and their last messages were about him. To my surprise, Ashley had a brother called Jameson McMillian… Jamie. Alissa had deleted most of their conversations by the time, but there was one in the trash bin of an old smartphone of hers, which she forgot to delete. In that message there was a chat like this:

PepperAshes: Lis, he is my brother!

Lis2004: He told everybody! Everybody, Ashley! I don’t know what to do!

PepperAshes: I TOLD YOU HE WAS A JERK! WHY DO YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME!???

PepperAshes:???

PepperAshes: Lis, it is not a big deal. What if you’d actually let him do whatever he wanted to you? There r guys w’d die to be with you!

Lis2004: They are calling me a whore. They are asking me for blowjobs. They are asking me to fuck my ass.

PepperAshes: So what? Choose 1 of them and do it! Shut their mouths!

Lis2004: You know I can’t. I just can’t. I get nervous. I panic. You saw me having one of those attacks. I get paralyzed! I just wanted to tell him he could do whatever and I’d be fine. Look at what he did! I want to die.

PepperAshes: Don’t give me this bullshit again. Just go out and fuck somebody. You’ll feel better.

Lis2004: Ash, you are a fucking whore.

PepperAshes: Seems like you’re one too :*

Lis2004: Drop dead.

PepperAshes: Like you want to? Stop bothering me and GET A FUCKING LIFE!

So, that’s what happened. Jameson had spread to the whole new school on her first day of high school that she’d let him do whatever he wanted. More, that she had told him these exact words. Very interesting. Why would that stupid boy do something like that?

The rest of the day followed suit. I had an amazing dinner with my sister in one of the best restaurants in town - which actually gave me an idea. The only down part was having to endure her pointing out how happy I looked, or how I wasn’t paying attention to her, thinking of something else. I was constantly checking my phone to be sure that I didn’t get any news from Alissa. No news was good news, as they say.

Around noon, the following day, they told me they had given me access to the feed to the Wozniak’s, and that they had installed the extra camera. The first thing I did was to log in, and check her room’s camera.

There she was, laying on her bed at 2PM, all curled up under a fleece. I couldn’t see much, but her room looked really childish, with stuffed animals all over the place, and a huge bed with an enormous “A” sculpted on the headboard. I wondered how long she’d been there, and I kept the camera on all day long at the side of my desktop while I did other things. At one point, around 6PM, her mother Olivia, a beautiful though annoying Canadian woman, walked inside the room, and the magic happened: the camera had audio. I didn’t know that.

“Are you going to stay in bed all day?” She asked drily.

“I’m not feeling well,” she replied weakly.

“You are never well, princess. Never.”

Then they stayed in silence for a little while, until the mother spoke again.

“When you decide to do something out of your life, you tell me, ok? I can’t be worrying about your bullshit all day, everyday. Nor does your dad. Somebody has to worry about living, taking care of things, making money so you can cry your sad eyes out every single day,” and she left.

I could hear Alissa crying softly after that. And that’s what she meant when she said “They don’t care about me.”

Even to me, that was fucked up. She had been raped two days ago, but nobody would notice. It looked like it would be even easier than I thought, after all. In fact, I started thinking that, maybe, I could steal her, and make her mine for good. A guy can dream.

So I decided to send her a message.

“How are you doing, sweetheart? Don’t worry, it gets easier after a while. Maybe you’ll even enjoy the feeling of not having to worry about anything else other than feeling what I want you to feel. Sooner you assume that there’s nothing you can do, you’ll be able to enjoy the ride. And it is going to be a crazy ride.” I pressed send, then I heard her phone’s message sound, and I saw when she got it from the nightstand on her right. I could hear her sob quietly yet again, but she replied promptly.

“I’m not this kind of girl. I don’t enjoy the ride.”

“That’s the good part. I’ll make you, whether you want it or not. I’ll take you to dinner tomorrow. Don’t eat anything in the afternoon. That’s an order.”

“Somebody will see us.”

“Let me worry about that. I want you to wear something like you wore last time. The dress was a really nice touch. It was almost like you wanted me to easily undress you.”

She stopped, looking at her phone with an almost shocked face, while still laying on her bed. I waited for a long minute, and when I finally decided to text her again, she replied.

“It wasn’t on purpose. I was just pretending to go out with a friend.”

“Ok. Keep pretending, then. Remember, if I’m happy, you’re happy. See you tomorrow.”

Then she dropped the phone over her chest and, laying on her back, she stared at the ceiling for a long time. I just admired her for a while, when out of the blue, she got up. She wore a white, sleeveless top with no bra, and one of those comfortable pajama shorts. Alissa went to her wardrobe, pulled out a dark dress which I couldn’t tell the color because the camera was black and white. Then, she undressed herself, which was a marvelous sight, and put it on. The thing hugged her body, making the shape of her perky young breasts stand out. She turned around while looking at herself in the mirror, then she took off the dress and laid it over her computer chair. Alissa hopped onto her bed again, naked, and wrapped herself in the fleece. I watched all of that with a big smile on my face.

I had a glimpse of how she was, indeed, listening to what I was saying. If she got into my game, I’d be able to do way more aggressive things to her before she broke. Also, there was the possibility of her staying in denial like this for a long, long time. I knew pretty well that, even if she agreed to all of this - which would make my life easier -, she would still suffer a lot from everything I had planned for her, which would balance things and keep the game rolling. Suddenly, I could imagine myself fucking her senseless, sexually torturing her in every possible way, then she’d go home crying and come back for me the next day like nothing ever happened. Again, a man can dream.

The following morning I went to work early. I had my driver take me in the Rolls-Royce. I wanted to get rid of everything I needed to do as soon as possible, as I was over-excited. I also had another great idea.

BOSS1116.onionnet: Hey, I want one more thing from you. Do you want to make more money?

DAaustrian666.onionnet: always. shoot.

BOSS1116.onionnet: The girl has a contact called Ashley McMillian. I want everything possible on her as well. I’ll give you the same $.

DAaustrian666.onionnet: easy. i already have stuff on this girl

BOSS1116.onionnet: You do? Why?

DAaustrian666.onionnet: have u evr seen her?

Then he sent me a picture, and I opened it.

There was a naked girl sitting on a white bed, legs bent under her, arms to the sides touching the bed. She was small, petite, and had lovely small breasts topped with bright red nipples. The few hairs she had leading to her pussy were as red as the shoulder-length ones on her head. Her face was beautiful, with that fire-cracker smile enhanced by the almost unnoticeable freckles on her cheeks. It was Ashley.

BOSS1116.onionnet: Is there more?

DAaustrian666.onionnet: a lot more. she has a secret paid channel using an alias. she does crazy stuff there.

Then, he sent me a video. I opened it as soon as it downloaded.

In a sassy manner, she was animatedly telling the viewers that she had plans for that video, and that her partner would help her again. She took off the vivid yellow bra and panties that she was wearing, revealing her delectable petite young body. Then, while playing with her erect red colored nipples, she told the audience “He’ll choke me again while I put up a show for you guys, the way you like it.” Then, in a way that it didn’t show his face - something easy to achieve, seen that the camera was focused on her, and she was very short - the guy stepped on bed and positioned himself behind her, his dick erect and throbbing, which was the common reaction expected from any male in that girl’s nude presence.

While already spreading her toned little legs, giving the viewers a very nice look and her beautiful white skin causing the red lips of her young pussy to stand out even more, she added, “If he loses control and I die, which would be a killer orgasm,” she chuckled, “don’t forget to put more money in my account so my parents can buy a nice coffin!”

Then they started. She began playing with her pussy, circling her fingers around her visible clit, as he tightened his arms around her neck in a hold. Ashley started struggling to breath in no time, moaning and making gag noises. Her pretty face started to get red, and the person behind her released her from the hold from time to time, in which she would get big gulps of air. Every time that happened, she would intensify the movement of her fingers, which she then buried inside her in an upward movement, harshly fingering her own pussy.

In no time, she was crying, trying to groan and making beautiful guttural noises, rocking back and forth in an unconscious struggle. A massive orgasm struck her, as the guy behind her tightened the choke. Ashley’s mouth turned into a silent “O”, and she started shuddering, then her whole body shook convulsively. She didn’t have the strength to keep masturbating anymore, both arms falling to her sides.

It was then that the guy on her back reached down, his fingers voraciously playing with her pussy, and the young girl reacted like she was being electrocuted. She started thrashing while he held her easily in place, seen that he could easily overpower a girl that tiny. We could see the juices flowing from her pussy, dripping on the bed. Without air, she couldn’t groan anymore, just grunt desperate noises. As an endnote, Ashley arched her back, her legs shaking terribly, her face red and distorted, wet from tears and saliva, to then fall limp in his arms.

The guy instantly held her, lightly slapping her face consecutive times until she recovered conscience, breathing hard and coughing when she did so. Then they just looked up to him, while calming down, a silly smile on her face. He bent forward, to kiss her lips upside down. When he did so, his hair was red, just like hers.

I sat back on my chair. A grin parted my face in two. That was Jameson.

I closed the video.

BOSS1116.onionnet: I want everything you can give me on her. Don’t let anybody get to her before I do.

DAaustrian666.onionnet: no worries. consider done. when can i get the $

BOSS1116.onionnet: Already on your account. Work fast.

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I headed for my date with Alissa with my head full of ideas for the near future. I had Edgar pick her up and meet me at a private parking lot downtown. She got out of the Escalade and came straight to the back passenger’s door of the Rolls-Royce, which I had Brandon drive. The girl was wearing the dress she tried out the day before, and it was of a deep tone of blue. No bra, just her beautiful young breasts pointing up.

When she hopped in, I greeted her animatedly. “That’s what I’m talking about. Hello, gorgeous,” and I pointed to my lips.

Without saying hi back, she got close and kissed me lightly on the lips, then she sat next to me looking forward, breathing heavily.

I got her hand, “Are you ready to have a good night?”

Alissa looked at me impassively, “Yes, sir.”

She was trying to act tough again. Apparently, our nights would start with her always trying to look unaffected, which worked just fine to me. However, I was just too damn aroused already, and I wouldn’t be able to play the game.

“I see you followed one of my instructions. Did you follow the other?” I asked.

“Yes. I didn’t have anything other than breakfast.”

“Good. There is something I want you to do with your mouth before we have our meal, and I want it now,” I said while unzipping my italian tailor-made black trousers.

Alissa looked at me with that shocked face I already knew well. I just pointed to the footrest in front of me. It was a big car, she would have no problem kneeling there. She inhaled deeply and already looked as if she was about to cry, but I raised a finger at her direction.

“Ah-ah. No crying. Do this now, and you gain yourself some hours before I fuck you for real. Don’t do this, and I’ll turn you over and fuck you ruthlessly until I’m satisfied. As you know, that can take more than one turn when I’m being nice. Imagine if you frustrate me like that…”

Then, I pointed to the footrest in front of me again, and I laid back on my seat to get comfortable and enjoy the show.

Alissa sighed resignedly, teary eyed, then she clumsily crawled to the footrest, where she kneeled in front of me.

My dick was erect, throbbing, just in front of her cute young face. When she looked confused on how to start, I started instructing her.

"Put your hands around it, play with it. Use your mouth. I'm pretty sure you know what to do, even if you don't have experience with it. I'll take over later, if you can't make me come. Better for you if you do."

So, she put her delicate hand around my engorged penis. She started jerking me off nicely, which was a good surprise. Her beautiful breasts bounced with the movement, the dress offering little resistance. I could almost see her nipples through her cleavage, and they were erect, which was new.

But I didn't want her hands, I wanted her mouth. "Sweetheart, you're doing a great job, but I want you to focus on using your mouth."

Alissa looked at me, and she sighed, frightened, then she bent forward parting her lovely lips and putting the tip of my cock inside her mouth. I could instantly feel her tongue working up and down, licking the base of my cock's head. It made me moan and lay back my head. I couldn't stop thinking that she had learned how to do that from the websites she read. It was hard to imagine she had done this many times before.

She started bobbing her head, putting more of it inside her mouth, while her hands worked me up and down at a very good pace. The girl definitely knew what she was doing. But then, she tried to put a little bit more in, it grazed at her throat and she started coughing like crazy.

Alissa took my cock out of her mouth, trying to catch her breath, tears forming in her eyes. I just looked at her, and she looked at me in return. I reached forward, and I caressed her hair, putting it back over her shoulders, then I slid my fingers down both of the straps of her dress and, looking her in the eyes, I pulled her dress down to reveal her breasts. She just gasped and let it happen, never losing eye contact. I took her right nipple in between my index and thumb, and I played with it, pinching it lightly. She furrowed her brows with the sensation, in a mix between a grimace of pain and a defiant frown. It was like she tried to show me she was judging me, but couldn’t stop herself reacting to it, to the sensation pulsating from her nipple and irradiating all over her young body.

“Back to it?” I suggested, pointing to my cock.

She nodded grudgingly, then opened her mouth and started sucking at my cock again. I kept rolling the tip of her nipple between my fingers, pulling on it, pinching it, and that made her close her eyes and start giving me a beautiful moan of protest.

“Come on, let it go down your throat. You can do it,” I encouraged.

Alissa looked at me for a moment, took a deep breath through her nose, and, closing her eyes again, I felt her starting to force my cock down her throat. The feeling was amazing enough to make me groan loudly, at the same time she started to produce various guttural choking noises. The young girl tried to swallow everything she could, then stopped, almost throwing up.

“Don’t throw up. Relax and let it in,” I suggested.

She tried again, pushing my swollen dick down her throat. She was doing surprisingly good, until she started choking again, and she stopped. So, I grabbed her head with both my hands and I pushed myself in. I was able to push half my cock down her throat before she started thrashing like crazy, and making gurgling noises.

I slapped her face lightly, to make her look at me, “Let it happen. Put your hands on the back of your head.”

She didn’t do it, instead she took her chance to take my cock out of her mouth, and she gasped and spat, her chin and neck full of her own saliva and probably some of my pre-cum.

I slapped her again, this time hard. Alissa almost fell to the side. “Put your mouth around my cock and those damn hands on the back of your head! NOW!” I demanded.

Alissa looked at me, terrified, one of her hands on her face, over the place I had hit. Then, it was like something had clicked inside her head. She was still crying, her face was still really red, but she engulfed my cock with her mouth as deeply as she could, even after she started choking again. Then, the young girl put her hands where I told her, out of the way, and she waited patiently with her eyes closed, while I could see her whole body convulsing due to the huge thing intruding her throat.

I put my hands over hers, pinning them, and I mercilessly start to fuck her mouth, her throat. She started crying again, desperately. Alissa didn’t try to react, though. She just looked at me with her eyes turning red.

“GHH-GUH-GUR-GHH-GUHHH!” She choked to every of my firm, sharp thrusts.

The feeling of her throat was amazing. While groaning myself, I lightly slapped her face again. Then I slapped one of her boobs, aiming at her nipple and making her utter a sharp, surprised cry, that vibrated through my cock. “HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHH!”

I kept fucking her mercilessly, not realizing how red she her face was, and how much she was thrashing around yet again. She had no air, and I didn’t care. While I finally cummed inside of her, straight down her stomach, she was using all her strength to free her hands, to no success. I kept her locked until I was sure every single drop of my cum went down her throat, then I released her.

Alissa fell to the floor gasping, coughing, crying, convulsing.

I recovered from my orgasm, satisfied. For now.

I looked at Brandon through the rearview mirror. “Brandon, we can go now. I’m starving.”

A2O - 2020

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