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Birth Of An Empire
by Miles Martin (address withheld)

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The darker side of a pathetic young man takes over, 
after his bitchy boss pushes him over the edge. Once 
unleashed this predatory part of him starts taking what 
it wants, and nothing can stand in its way. (MFg, MM, 
ped, nc, mc, beast, sci-fi)

***

Chapter 1

There is a part of me that I fight, try to keep under 
control. This part of my psyche is intelligent, 
cunning, selfish, and determined. It is the predatory 
side of me, my darker side. It revels in lust and 
anger, seductively whispering into my ear to give in. 
It takes what it wants, does what it wants, and nothing 
can stand in its way. I both fear and long for this 
part to take over. But I know if it ever does I doubt I 
could ever take back control. It is hard to keep it in 
check, for deep down I really do want to give in. I 
have always lived with this side of me. This is the 
story of how I finally lost the fight. Of how I started 
to build my empire. It is the story of my boss…

"How many fucking times have I told you, NEVER GIVE A 
CUSTOMER THEIR MONEY BACK! I do not care if they say 
they found a cockroach in their food, you stupid piece 
of shit! Those fuckers planted the roach to get a free 
meal! WE DO NOT HAVE A ROACH PROBLEM! What the fuck is 
wrong with you? Are you just retarded or something? 
This is coming out of your pay check!" My boss's face 
is contorted in rage, and her ample chest heaves from 
yelling so loudly. I keep my eyes downcast, not wanting 
to provoke her anymore. When she is finally winded, and 
so done yelling at me, she looks at me with disgusted 
look and storms off.

Let me explain; I work at a shitty hole in the wall 
pizza place. Unlike what my boss tries to claim, we do 
have a roach problem. A very, very, and I mean VERY bad 
roach problem. But my bitch of a boss does not care 
about the truth. She only cares about herself, and 
making money. But the roaches are not the issue. The 
issue is that I allow her to treat me like shit, on a 
daily basis, shit more like an hourly. I get blamed for 
anything bad that happens in her life. I am her 
personal punching bag. And I just stand there and take 
it. Yet she is not the only one in my life to treat me 
like dirt, everyone does. My whole life I have been a 
push over. People walk all over me, and I never do a 
thing. I cannot stand up for myself. I fear what might 
happen if I ever do. So I allow myself to be a pathetic 
asshole. But enough about my lame ass.

Let me describe my current tormentor. My boss is a 
Latina woman in her early 30s. She has long black hair, 
dark eyes, and a light creamy complexion. She does not 
have the largest breasts in the world, but they are 
probably a good C. She is about 5 foot 5 inch, and I 
have no fucking clue about her weight, but she is 
neither too fat nor too thin. She works out a lot, and 
keeps herself in shape. Now her true greatest feature 
has got to be her ass. Latinas are known for their 
great butts, and my boss does not disappoint. But as I 
have previously stated, she is a huge bitch. She is 
selfish, self-centered, snobbish, self-glorifying, and 
sadistic. (And that is just the Ss!) I can go on and on 
about how horrible her character is, but I bet you have 
most likely met someone like her before. But let us get 
back to the story at hand.

The phone rings. I turn to walk over to answer. But the 
bitch rushes over to grab the phone. As she passes me 
she whispers "Don't want you fucking up another order 
you god damn retard." I watch as she takes the order. 
The customer orders 50 pizzas for delivery. I can tell 
it is an obvious prank call. But my boss is none too 
bright. The address is way the fuck out of our delivery 
area. It was at least a 15 minute drive by freeway, but 
she does not give a shit. All she sees are the dollar 
signs. 

She hangs up, and I try to do the right thing. I try to 
warn her that it is a prank call. But again, she does 
not give a shit. She just yells at me. Screaming that I 
am too stupid to know anything. The ranting and raving 
goes on for a good 10 minutes. 

Of course I am the one who takes the delivery. Driving 
down the freeway I am cursing myself. Trying to 
convince myself that I am not just wasting my time, 
that it is a real call. Deep down I know the truth. As 
I pull up to the address given, my worst fears are 
proven correct. The address is an empty lot in the 
middle of bum-fuck-Egypt. There is no one there, no one 
anywhere near the area, and just a long drive back to 
the shop.

I pull up in front of the shop and pop my trunk. 
Carrying the pizzas back into the kitchen I make it 
half way through them all before I run into my boss. 
She has a pissed off look on her face. Before I can 
tell her what happened she yells "WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T 
YOU REALIZE IT WAS A FUCKING PRANK YOU PIECE OF FUCKING 
RETARDED SHIT! You just cost me $300! I am taking this 
out of your pay. You are going to work double shifts 
from here on out." She steps toward me and yells even 
louder, "You make me sick with how pathetic you are! 
How could you fall for such a stupid trick?"

This is really starting to piss me off. I tried to warn 
her about this, and here she is blaming me once more. 
She had called me a moron for even suggesting it 
before, and now she thinks I am a moron because she did 
not listen to me! But once again I try to keep this 
anger in check. I will not let my anger rule me. I 
cannot let it take over. I concentrate on keeping my 
cool. I stop listening to the bitch's tirade as I focus 
on belittling myself.

This is the exact moment where the shit hits the fan. I 
notice that she had stopped in mid-tirade. She starts 
back up even louder and angrier with "Are you even 
fucking listening to me?! You little piece of shit! You 
think you can ignore me?! How fucking dare you! I'll 
teach you to respect me!" and with that she clears the 
distance between us and slaps me across the face.

This suddenly snaps me out of my self-loathing. It was 
a hard slap, a really hard slap. "This bitch just 
slapped me! Am I going to let her get away with this!?" 
takes pure persistent of my mind. I lose my 
concentration. I can feel my dark side coming, 
whispering to me. I can no longer keep a lid on my 
anger. 

Her hand comes back for another slap. I grab it in mid-
swing. I look into her face and see pure rage. A smile 
spreads across my face as my right hand shoots out and 
grabs her by the throat. A feeling of lust and power 
flood through me. I lift her off the ground and slam 
her into the wall behind her. The smile grows more 
predatory across my face. I start to register fear in 
her eyes, and the feeling of overwhelming power grows 
stronger. 

The bitch realizes that she is no longer in control. I 
was no longer the push over she had thought I was. She 
starts to struggle against me, fight her way out of my 
clutches, but I just tighten my grip on her throat.

I bring my face level with hers and I shorten the gap 
between us until my face is only inches away. I just 
continue to smile at her. "Let us set some ground 
rules. That little pushover piece of shit you used to 
love to walk all over, is gone."

Confusion crosses her face. But I just tighten my grip 
and continue, "You belong to me now. And yes, I do mean 
belong. I have put up with your shit for far too long. 
You are going to get what you deserve." Again fear 
radiates from her. I loosen my grip slightly and soften 
my voice as I tell her, "Do not worry, you are far too 
sexy for me to kill you. So I have opted for something 
else." My left hand lets go of her arm and it starts to 
explore the rest of her body as I talk. It soon finds 
its way to her breasts. I grope them as I say, "Since I 
now own you, I also vicariously own this shop. You are 
going to run it for me. And what I mean by that is, you 
are going to hire someone to manage the place, WHO 
ACTAULLY KNOWS WHAT THEY ARE DOING! This piece of shit 
hole in the wall is going to change. If it does not 
consistently make more profit each month, you will be 
punished. And I can be pretty creative."

My left hand finds its way into her pants and panties. 
"I do not care how you make the profit; all I care is 
that you start making me money!" With that I shove two 
fingers into her cunt.

She grunts in response. I loosen my hold on her throat 
a bit, to allow her more air. My fingers work in and 
out of her forcibly. Soon enough she is getting wet. So 
I work in another finger into her gushing opening. I 
stare into her eyes as I bring her closer and closer to 
her release. The fear in her eyes is clouding over with 
her need. I just smile back at her. I can see the need 
building in her, and can also see her fighting it. This 
irony has my wolfish grin grow even stronger. I pick up 
the pace. This proves too much for her. Her moaning 
grows stronger and I feel her legs give out, as she 
cums all over my hand. I am now the only thing keeping 
her up. I pull my fingers out of her and bring them up 
to her face.

"Suck them clean!" I order her. She is still out of it, 
so I tighten my grip on her throat until she starts to 
turn purple. I once more command, "Suck Them Clean!"

She opens her mouth as I force my fingers in. Her 
tongue works around my three fingers as she cleans off 
her wetness. I can tell she does not like the taste, 
but truthfully that just adds to my enjoyment. 
Eventually I feel she has cleaned them enough, so I 
take my hand out of her mouth and let go of her throat. 
She falls to the ground. I just laugh and say "good 
girl."

I give her a few minutes to rest and recuperate, as I 
think over what had just happened. I know I have 
changed. But I feel great, no longer filled with doubt 
and guilt. I fell powerful and strong, like a predator. 
Looking down at my former boss, she is no longer the 
bitch I had feared, but my prey. There is nothing to 
fear anymore. I am now the dominate force. I can have 
anything I want, and nothing can stand in my way. The 
rush is exhilarating. I start getting hard from the 
power trip I am on. 

Again I look down at the figure of my former boss, and 
grab her by the hair. Dragging the bitch to her feet I 
stare into her eyes. The wolfish grin that now seems to 
be permanently plastered to my face, grows even wider. 
I walk out of the kitchen, dragging her behind me by 
the hair. Luckily for her there is no one in the front 
dining area at the moment. I stop in front of the huge 
widow and throw her toward it. I then walk over to the 
door. Turning the sing to closed, I shut and lock it. 
Turning to my boss, I find she 
has gained back some nerve. She has collected her wits 
and is staring at me defiantly. This does not faze me; 
I just continue to smile back at her. 

"Time for you to give me a strip tease." I tell her 
conversationally. Her eyes narrow as she rallies her 
will to fight me. I just stare at her for a few 
moments. Finally asking her again. 

This time she flat out refuses. "Go fuck yourself, you 
disgusting rapist piece of shit!" she yells back at me. 

I just smile as I step forward. My hand goes back and I 
knock her across the face as hard as I can. It sends 
her staggering to the ground. I can see blood dripping 
from her lip, and I huge red hand print was clearly 
formed on her cheek. I grab her once more by the hair 
and drag her up. Bringing her level with my face I tell 
her "You are only making it worse for yourself. I am 
just as happy to beat you as not. It really makes no 
difference to me; both are just as fun for me. So it is 
up to you how this goes. Now give me a fucking strip 
tease!" I let go of her hair. 

She just stands there for a while, coming to terms with 
herself. But eventually she starts to sway her hips to 
some unheard music and unbuttons her shirt. I find a 
chair nearby, make myself comfortable, and enjoy the 
show. She shoots daggers at me as she finishes 
unbuttoning her shirt, shrugging it off and letting it 
fall to the ground. Underneath this she is wearing a 
lacy black bra. I egg her on with cat calls and 
customary wolf howl. 

She rolls her eyes and gives me a dirty look. Now I 
would not say she was giving this strip tease her all. 
But I really do not give a shit. She unbuttons her 
pants and lowers the zipper. Then turning around and 
bending over, she unties her shoes. Slipping them off, 
followed by her socks. This gives me a great view of 
her ass. I come to the conclusion that this is a 
fantastic ass. It also gives me some ideas. She turns 
back around and starts to shimmy out of her pants. Now 
she is down only to her bra and panties (which match 
the bra by the way). Swaying once more, her arms move 
to her back.

A disgusted look crosses her face as she unclips the 
bra and slides the straps down her arms. But she moves 
her hands to hold her cups in place. She holds them 
there as she shoots me daggers for a few moments. I 
just smile at her and raise my eyebrows suggestively. 
She finally gives in and unceremoniously just lets the 
bra fall. Then quickly pulls down her panties and 
discards them. She stares at me defiantly. "There. We 
done now?"

I just have to laugh at this, as I give her an applause 
for a great show. Once I can finally bring my laughing 
under control, I stand up and walk toward her. Keeping 
eye contact as I come closer. When we are barely a foot 
apart I place my hands on her shoulders. 

She shutters under my touch. But I just continue to 
smile my predatory smile. I gently push her until she 
starts to step backward. I keep pushing and walk her 
back until the back of her leg hits a table. Her 
defiant look fades, as I let go of her shoulders and 
motion for her to turn around. When she does not 
quickly comply, I just stare her straight in the eye. 
She only lasts a few seconds before she relents. After 
she has completely turned, I push he forward, forcing 
her head onto the table. She looks over her shoulder at 
me and pleads "please don't. I am sorry for everything 
I have said and done. Just let me go. I promise not to 
tell anyone. Please?!"

I just smile at her and pat the top of her head. I 
proceed to unbutton and unzip my shorts, sliding them 
with my boxers down my legs. They drop to the floor and 
I step out of them. 

She is still looking over her shoulder in fear 
whispering "please. No. please." Over and over.

I suddenly force my cock into her, filling her cunt in 
one thrust. She gasps loudly. I quickly pull out, until 
only the tip is still engulfed. I once more thrust in 
with all my might. I start a rhythm, matched by her 
grunting and moaning. I can feel it getting easier with 
each stroke, as she get more and more wet. I pound into 
her, not caring about whether she is enjoying it or 
not. I know I will not last long, but just pound away. 
I do not have to worry about her for she cums before I 
do. Her pleasure filled moans and spasming pussy push 
me over the edge. So I thrust into her as far as I can, 
unleashing all my pent up sperm into her fertile womb.

She passes out from the powerful orgasm she had just 
received, but I am still ready to go. Not caring about 
her well being, I pull my cock out of her and shove it 
right into her ass. The sudden intrusion brings her 
back to reality. She tries to buck me off her, but I 
grab hold of her hair and lift her head off the table. 
I continue to thrust in and out of her. Her moans of 
pain soon turn back into moans of ecstasy as she gets 
into the rhythm. I once more cannot last long, quickly 
cumming straight into her bowls. This triggers another 
orgasm for my boss, as she one more falls onto the 
table.

It takes me a while to regain my own strength, but soon 
enough I find my legs and pull my cock out of her ass. 
Still holding on to her hair, I drag her off the table 
until she is facing me. I look down at her and say 
"clean my cock." Before she can react I shove the cock 
right into her mouth. She is quick on the uptake this 
time, as her tongue works its way around my cock. I 
smile down at her, patting her head and praise her 
"Good girl." She slumps to the floor.

"You now completely belong to me. Everything you own, I 
now own." And with that I start to piss on her, marking 
my territory. She is so weak from her treatment that 
she does not put up a fight at all, allowing herself to 
be marked as mine. 

When my bladder is empty I stoop down and grab her 
chin, leveling her face with mine. Still smiling I say 
"You might be thinking about telling someone, perhaps 
the police. Well, if I were you I might reconsider that 
action. For I have been working for you for, how long 
has it been, oh…let us say 3 years. So I know all the 
dirty little secrets about this business. I know about 
your tax evasion, your employment of illegal aliens, 
paying people under the table, and even the health 
department might want to know a thing or two about our 
little shop. Now if I were to have the police take me 
into custody, it would be only the right thing to do to 
inform them about all your illegal and immoral 
activities."

With that her eyes shot open, wide with fear. Of course 
I just continued to smile and comforted her, "Now you 
don't need to worry your pretty little head about a 
thing. Just keep that pretty little mouth of yours 
shut. If anyone asks, you tell them you have decided to 
take me on as a lover, or fling, or whatever the shit 
you people call it these days." 

I let her head drop; she slumps into my pool of piss on 
the floor. I turn and start to walk away. But at the 
door I stop, turn to her and say, "I am going to come 
by your place tonight at 6. I expect you to have a 
place set for me at the table." 

I open the door and turn the sign back to open. Looking 
back over my shoulder I say to my former boss "If I am 
not mistaken, you have a daughter right? How old is she 
again, 11? Well I sure look forward to having a little 
fun with her tonight."

To be continued?

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