Title: Megan, My Slave Part 3 Codes: Mg Ped Relc Coerc Slow MF Rape Blackmail Mdom Start with Megan My Slave Part 1. It just makes more sense that way. Current Stories in this series: Megan My Slave Parts 1-5 Part 6 coming soon. Obviously this is all fantasies and I do not condone pretty much anything that happens in this story. ------------------------------------------------------ Cheryl came out of the school and saw Megan and I talking. She confidently walked over to us. While Tim might be right that doing this to keep the house will keep Cheryl around, it was clear as day that it was truly only the house that kept her, not him. And certainly not now. Debasing himself in such a way, letting another man take his daughter. I'd be surprised if she let him inside her another ten times in his life. Not that Cheryl actually cared about her daughter. It might be a bit out of line, but it appeared to me that Cheryl was pretty much a psychopath. If anything ever happened to Tim, it was pretty clear what the likely cause would be. Interestingly though, she was wearing what seemed to be an even more revealing outfit than when we talked last. She walked over, leaned forward again, making sure I was missing nothing. "Hello Mr Jones, how are you doing? Talking to my daughter again I see." Megan looked uncertain of what to do. I stood up, being taller her than her, I dramatically looked down at her, with a hint of disgust on my voice. "We were just talking about her competition, and where her competition had some unfair advantages, such as the clothes she was wearing. Though, if she had something like what you are wearing, I'm sure she would have done better." Both of them were a bit unsure of how to react to what I said. Neither were at all used to someone standing up to Cheryl in this way. Megan was blushing but trying to hide it, Cheryl was momentarily stunned, but then regained her composure and asked Megan to go to the car. Megan did as she was asked, and Cheryl turned back to me. "What are you waiting for? You can have her whenever you want." "Come talk to me tomorrow at 3. Just you. I'm speaking to your husband at 2:30. It will happen tomorrow, you both have your own parts to play in it." She acknowledged my request and walked away. It was beginning to occur to me exactly how much of a danger to my plan Cheryl truly was. This was a woman who really was not used to letting a man push her around. She had dominated that household for quite a long time, and did not like the introduction of a more powerful force in her life. She was probably happy to get rid of Megan, whose presence required much of her, making the occasional meal, shopping for someone else, going to school functions. For my plan to succeed I needed to not only have power over Tim and Cheryl, but they had to know that I had power over them, and that if they did something I did not like, I would use that power. Cheryl clearly did not. That had to change. Luckily for me. I am a powerful man. Though I must say, that the manor in which I had to address this issue was not how I generally like to go about things. I prefer subtlety, and holding the strings. This situation called for something more direct, and something more brutal. At 2:58 the next day, I sat down and set a single picture on my desk. She walked in promptly and sat down. "Good day Cheryl, its quite good to see you. I'd like you to take a look at the picture on my desk." She picked it up, and looked back at me. "What is this? A year book photo?" "Yes, according to the back, its of Cheryl Thompson, Grade 12, Class of 1999, Marlsville High. According to the files there, this picture is of you." Cheryl sat back in the chair, now vaguely remembering what the girl from so long ago looked like. She was trying quite hard to not show any emotional response to the photo. I, however, pressed forward and handed her the next photo. "Maybe you will remember this photo a little bit better, its the place you burned her body and buried her remains." Cheryl looked up at me, like a wild beast cornered, ready to fight back. "So what. You can't go to the cops with this information, I'll tell them all about you." I smiled at her, which set her aback more, as I took out another set of photos. A young man's brutally murdered body, a picture of the same young man, with his girlfriend and his father, and older Italian man. "I might not be able to do anything about the previous situation, but I can call up Boss Pelaratti up in Philly, and let him know what I found while having a more through background check of one of my employees." Cheryl was actually frightened now, she was sitting back in her chair, her complexion, which had grown red and radiating anger earlier had turned ghost white. I continued. "You should know that if anything happens to me, if any accident at all, this information will be forwarded onto him." Cheryl opens her mouth in disbelief, struggling to find any words. "How did you find this? How did you know about any of this? I... I... can't believe you know about this. How did you find out?" "Well, to be honest, I've known Boss Pelaratti for quite a long time. Its not a bad idea to have a good relationship with people like him when you have a large number of valuable shipments always going around the country. It helps to reduce lost items, as well as the advantages of knowing people when you have the exotic tastes which I have. Additionally, I have had pretty much everyone in the entire town completely investigated. I have files on everyone, but don't look at them until I decide I need them. I must say, while I knew a woman like you must have secrets, I wasn't expecting this." I walked up to her, and grabbed her by her hair and pulled her out of her chair. I with my other hand I pulled down, and ripped the buttons off the front of her work uniform, and then tearing the fabric of her bra. "You are a dangerous slut, someone who thinks she can get the better of pretty anyone. But not me. You think you can get out of pretty much anything, but you can't outrun everything forever. And now its time you learned that." Cheryl screamed as I pushed her over my desk, and pushed up her skirt. I pushed aside her panties, and took my cock out. I slammed her head against my desk as I pushed it into her pussy. As I suspected, it was sopping wet. Pulling her hair hard as I fucked her cunt harder. "You didn't just sell your daughter to me when you agreed to this deal. You sold your entire family to do with as I please. If I ever have any reason to, or just get the slightest inclination to do so, you will wake up in a wooden box, special delivery to Boss Pelaratti. You mean nothing, you are just a worthless cunt." She moaned loudly as I said those words. I pulled her around and forced her on her knees as I came, my cum exploding all over her cheeks, and dripping down to her chin then to her tits. I then start slapping her face with my cock. "Don't you dare clean a drop of this off of you. Right now, your husband is at home. He is making your daughter a special snack, one laced with a drug that will knock her out for about 4 hours after giving your daughter a gift from me, which she is changing into as we speak. He knows you have angered me, and need to be taught a lesson. And that you will be waiting for him when he gets home from bringing your daughter to me. Wait for him covered in my cum. What you do with him from there is your own decision, just don't physically hurt him. I can only imagine what you would like to do to someone right now." I grabbed her by her hair, pulled her up to her feet and asked if she understood. She nodded yes, and I threw her at the door. I had more important things to do. Part 4 coming soon! 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