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Wicked Ends, Fucked Up Means - Part I (Prologue)
Her insides were soft, warm, and damn tight... But what was really making me crazy was her shaking body... Or her whimpers, her wails, I couldn't say for sure.
Nah, it was the way she was helpless, the way I was the master of her body. The way I owned her. The only two things she could do, the only things I allowed her to do, were scream and feel what I wanted her to.
Erika's little body was squirming under mine. Her thin wrists were cuffed to the headboard, face pressed on the mattress, and her legs strapped folded, so she was forced to kneel, letting her pert and perfect behind in the air for the right fit. It was perfect: the struggle, the virginal tightness, the resistance of her young entrance... It was only me and my prize, my game.
Back then, she was only one of the many girls in my life. Just one of the many targets of my wicked desires. My wicked needs.
However, I didn't consider myself an evil person. I just happened to know the world at its best: a place where the apt win and the strong get what he wants. In my case, I wanted all a woman could provide, the good, the bad, and the forbidden. Eventually, I realized I couldn't have it all in one woman. But as I couldn't feel sorry for the ones that I overpowered and used, the ones that I fooled, the ones that I couldn't really love... Ok, maybe I am an evil person.
My name is Chace McCartson.
...
The first time I saw Erika, I knew she was meant to be the first. I always thought about kidnapping a girl and having my way with her, anyway I'd like. Have her at my mercy, to do whatever I wanted, any way I'd like to. Not that my money or my good looks couldn't achieve me that. Having recently turned thirty, I had already experienced every kinky stuff I could: menages, outdoors, roleplays, BDSM... But none ever captivated me as much as thinking about raping a girl. Not only raping but turning her into some kind of slave, a real slave, not just a submissive. Just thinking about it used to make my blood boil, and when I met her, I knew it was meant to be her.
Once, I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Klavenko, a foreign salesman who offered his work to my company. He didn't know we dealt with logistics only. We had a contract with a sales company. Still, it looked like the unemployed, stupid Mr. Klavenko didn't care to do simple research before showing up to ask for a job. His simple manners, false humility, and the way he talked to my secretary like he was a beggar, it enraged me. I decided not to waste my time with the man and left for lunch, signaling Gabrielle that I wasn't available for him and heading downstairs to the lobby.
Sitting there was one of the cutest girls I had ever seen. The way she dressed left much to be desired, though. Her outfit seemed that of a granny: a button-down and loose-fitting green dress covering all the way down to her knees and a pair of worn-out brown loafers. But it wasn't a problem to figure out that she was a hell of a tease, even if a petite one. Somewhere in the middle of her teen years, dark brown wavy hair fell long over her back, bright blue eyes, and a hell of a beautiful face, even with no trace of makeup. She had some freckles speckled over her full cheeks, long lashes, and a snub little nose that made the girl look like a doll. Her body was slender and thin, but her young breasts were completely noticeable beneath her clothes. It was like I had found some sort of lost treasure just there, sitting in my lobby. I couldn't hold myself, and I headed directly to her.
"Can I help you, Missy?" I said, trying to hide my predator look and even my excitement.
"Thank you, but I'm just waiting for my father," she answered softly and humbly, like countryside people. The accent… Fuck, she's Klavenko's daughter, I thought.
"Oh, I see," I faked a lack of interest after noticing clear traces of admiration towards me in the girl's eyes. As it happened a lot of times before, she had fallen for me. I'm a 6'2" (1,88m), wide-shouldered and slightly muscular, trimmed man; light brown hair always cut in a modern fashion, always short, and green eyes. My face is composed of straight and somewhat harmonic lines; my features remind those of a feline, which suits my predatory personality very well. I was clearly more than 10, even 15 years older than her, yet it didn't stop her from blushing scarlet. She ashamedly looked to the floor after spending some good time analyzing me, never establishing eye contact, seconds before the sound of furious footsteps came from the stairs behind us. It was Klavenko.
"Excuse me," he said rudely while I looked at him with my hands in the pockets of my black blazer. "Erika, on your feet. We have to go," he hissed in an even rougher tone to his daughter. She curled a little and stood looking at the gray granite tiles on the floor.
"You are Mr. Klavenko, aren't you?" I said, interrupting him, using my characteristic inexpressive look. He raised an eyebrow at me and nodded. "Here, here's my card. Call my secretary tomorrow to schedule a meeting in a more proper moment."
He gave me a wary look, "Who are you?"
"I'm McCartson, partner and proprietary. Call Gabrielle, my secretary, tomorrow and make an appointment. I have to prepare things before making any offer," I said, and Mr. Klavenko looked astonished, the exact reaction I needed. I just turned on my heels and headed outside without looking at them again. He had bitten the bait.
I really needed to prepare myself for that appointment. Of course, to find a way to kidnap his daughter while he was there.
It all worked exactly as I expected. Klavenko called the day after and made an appointment to see me. Gabrielle, perfect as always, took all the data about the man, as usual, like she was collecting it to send it to our investigation agency. We always used to run a background check before employing someone.
Two hours before the time appointed for our job interview, I was already waiting on the corner of his street in a black van with Roy. He was an old friend I brought with me when I rose up to power, to wealth, even though our tastes and acquaintances differed severely after all those years. We used to hang out a lot when young when he was known for being connected to every single cartel or outlaw group in our city. Still was. And better, I could ask him to do anything for me; he would do it without question. When I told him the plans for that day, he just laughed and said, "You bastard. Never tired of some freaking weird stuff, aren't you?" And no other word about it.
They lived in a poor condo just outside downtown. It wasn't hard to find as Roy had friends in the surroundings. Forty minutes before the meeting, Klavenko left, and, as I was hoping, he left his daughter at home. We would have to deal with him before capturing her if he hadn't. The lucky bastard didn't have to meet Roy and his heavy-weight punches.
I waited for twenty minutes and then called Gabrielle. "Is Klavenko already there?"
"Yes, sir, he just arrived," she answered.
"I'll be late for a while, but it'll not take too long. Keep him there and if I take more than thirty minutes, send him to Andrew and ask him to call me, ok babe?"
"Sure, Chace," she said gently, then hung up.
"Was it that brunette hottie you used to fuck?" Roy asked, grinning.
"I didn't use to. I still do once in a while," I answered.
"You dog. Can't I borrow her? I would really enjoy fucking that hot ass of hers."
"Gabrielle? No way. She practically runs the place when I'm not around; I don't want to lose her... Services."
Roy punched my arm and cursed at me, but everything was solved when I offered him a three thousand bucks whore instead. It would have been no problem if it was any other employee, but Gabrielle was special to me.
We were in front of Klavenko's apartment two minutes later, dressed in orange as old-style courier delivery guys. I was also wearing sunglasses and a cap, waiting beside the wall and holding large pliers as Roy rang the bell.
"Yes?" her voice sounded ten seconds later.
"Delivery to Mr. Klavenko."
"Hold on a second," she said, and we could hear her unlocking the door.
When she timidly opened it, we could also hear the security chain we were already waiting for. "We weren't expecting this. Do you have any doc..." She started, and before Erika could finish her sentence, I signaled to Roy, who forced the door open while I cut the chain with the pliers in a single attempt.
She had no time to react. In three seconds Roy had already used the taser on her, aiming for her side torso while covering her mouth with
his free hand. The girl squirmed a little, but the poor thing didn't even have time to scream. Roy held her, keeping her light body from falling, and we had no trouble putting her, legs and arms folded and adequately tied, inside the courier bag and leaving.
Soon we were parking in my private spot in the garage of my business building.
"Did you inject the tranquilizer?" I asked Roy.
"Just did. Are you taking her to that mansion of yours?"
"Yes, I am. I've bought that place for this."
"Are you going to talk to her father?" He gave me a sadistic grin.
"Yes, and you better make me an alibi. Contact that cousin of yours and make sure the people in the warehouse saw me leaving there twenty minutes ago. After the turmoil is gone, I'll keep Klavenko working for me."
"Why? Are you crazy?"
"Just some sort of compensation for the incredible gift he just gave me," and I grinned.
Roy laughed, then said, "Am I wrong, or are you turning soft?"
"Soft? No. Maybe I just want to ease my conscience a little because I'll have a lot of fun with this girl. Or maybe I just want him close enough so I can keep him on a short leash and be posted about the searching..."
"It means you'll kill her."
"No, it means I'll probably keep her."
"You're a sick bastard," he laughed.
"Yeah, I know that."
We put the passed-out girl in the trunk of my black Mercedes AMG GT – she was so little folded up in that bag that she actually fit there – and I headed upstairs to my company that occupied three floors in that building while Roy left. Klavenko was already talking with Andrew, my business partner when I came in. He looked at me, completely lost, probably asking himself why the hell I sent that guy to him. But I just brought Klavenko to my office and waved at Andrew, indicating that I would explain everything to him later – what I wasn't doing for sure. After a short conversation, the confident and poor bastard thought he was qualified for the job I gave him. I made sure that Gabrielle watched everything. When he left, practically setting off fireworks, she approached me in her brown blazer and black pencil skirt, swaying those wide hips, with a happy face towards me.
"Are you into charity now?" She asked, smiling. If I could answer, I'd say it was an exchange, a job for a daughter.
Gabrielle was a lovely and beautiful girl, a brunette with shoulder-length hair, a fringe falling to her eyes, a fucking hot body, thin waist and wide hips, firm and generous boobs, and thighs extensively worked out. The only girl that I fucked while working for me and that I kept working for me. Probably the only girl that was around me and that I really liked. I had very professional women working at that place, and there were hot girls, but they were usually dumb, shallow, or both, and they served only to be fucked and then trashed out. On the other hand, Gabrielle was the complete package: intelligent, a workaholic that unloaded her frustrations by working out in a gym, and it took me months to make her quit her professional ways and go to bed with me. What we occasionally still did. We just didn't hang out more often because I tended to mess everything up, being rough and demanding much more than I really should, so I kept a certain distance to not fuck everything up with her.
"Charity? No, no... Well... Maybe," I smiled back, "Why? Do I get a bonus if I am?" I asked, taking her by the waist and pushing her to me.
She chuckled, then gave me that shy but sexy look that I loved. "Yes, I think. That's very nice of you. Actually, that's unexpected of you. Anyway, are you free tonight?" She asked with that delicious, seductive gleam on her chocolate-colored eyes. Fuck. Gabrielle asked me out. What a twist!
"I can't meet you tonight. I have some personal matters to take care of, which will take me all weekend," And as soon as I noticed her enthusiasm fading, I added, "But I could certainly enjoy some good company right now."
She shook her head, "It's Friday, I have lots of stuff to take care of here, and if I don't finish things up today, I can't study for my doctorate. I don't want to be stuck here for a good part of the night," said my always professional secretary. But as I knew, it was just bullshit not fuck in the office. After all, she was the same girl that had already refused a car, an apartment, a job as a director... Just to keep being my right hand, doing and achieving things on her own.
"It's Friday, and your boss wants you sitting on his lap right now, so he can congratulate you again for being such an exceptional employee," I said with a sly grin.
She embarrassedly crossed her arms, hiding a smile with her hand and blushing. "Not here, Chace, please."
I pointed to the door, "Lock it," then tapped on my lap, "Then sit here. It's an order, Miss Cohen," I said while sitting on my executive black leathered chair.
She smiled and did what I said, closing the door and then walking to me, 5'7" (1,70m) of a goddamn sexy brunette coming for me, knowing I wanted her.
Gabrielle sat on my lap sideways, crossing her marvelous legs and not losing any time. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me, which I reciprocated readily. Her voracity made me happy; I knew she missed being with me. My tongue explored her delicious mouth. I hadn't been with her for eight days now and looked at the result. She never let me have her at work and today...
I ran my hand over the smooth skin of her thigh, caressing, stroking, and avidly reaching further. She stopped kissing and kept looking me in the eyes while I slid my fingers up her inner thigh, rubbing all the way to that warm and precious place. She closed her eyes and slightly opened her mouth, letting out a sweet moan. My fingers were exploring her over her panties, under her pencil skirt. My index finger sinking the fabric into her slit, I rubbed her most sensitive place, establishing a rhythm. Gabrielle gasped and opened her eyes, a lovely and sexy smile on her face. I kept touching her, feeling her panties getting soaked wet while we kissed each other voraciously.
When I stopped, she looked at me, a little confused. Only when she threw me those puzzled looks would I remember how young she was. The overachiever beauty was only twenty-two years old.
"Stand in front of me, babe," I asked, and she obeyed, her legs trembling in arousal. "Lift it," I said, pointing to the skirt, and so she did. I grabbed the edges of her sexy black panties and pulled them down. Her pussy was waxed as always. Since I first told her I liked it that way, she never let me down. I whistled appreciatively, "Look at this... You're so wet that I can see it running down your thigh," I exaggerated, but I could clearly see how she glistened between the narrow folds of her perfect pussy.
"Stop that!" She giggled, slapping my shoulder playfully.
"C'mon, let's take care of this," I said, standing up and lifting her, grabbing her marvelous behind firmly while she was looking into my eyes, carrying her to my desk. I laid her there, and she smiled, blushing, then she helped me by bending her knees and spreading her legs, exposing herself to me.
Her lips - both of them - were of a beautiful tone of red, and I could clearly see her love nub. I leaned over her and started licking her. I loved her smell.
She tried to keep control, trying not to moan so loud, even knowing that Andrew was already gone and that we were probably alone on that floor, but she was always so thoughtful. It just made me focus more on my job, licking and nibbling, sucking at her love button.
I always loved to make her break her limits. Gabrielle had only one boyfriend before me and, for the last two years, she had only seen me. There were times when we spent two or three months apart and, as she told me, she spent this time alone. And I believed her as, apart from the feelings I was sure she felt for me, she was a goddamn workaholic, full of morals and limitations... That I broke one by one. I had made her give me a blowjob under my desk, I fucked her on the roof of the building she lives in, I had fucked her glorious tight and round ass... This coming of a girl that was practically new to sex and utterly focused on anything but sex... I just learned that I loved to make her exceed her limits, and it wasn't any different that day.
I stopped again when she was already with her eyes closed, arching her back and controlling her moans, trying her best not to be so loud. She just looked at me, breathing really fast and kinda lost, while I took her in my arms and headed to the big glass wall of my office.
"W-What are you doing, Chace!?" She asked, startled.
"Just taking you to an interesting place," I said, putting her down between me and the glass, just opposite the avenue and another office building across the street. I pressed her against the wall, and she looked at me, scared.
"No! No, Chace!" She squealed while I turned her to the glass wall and lifted her skirt, making her perfect legs, waist, flat stomach, and smooth and soaked wet pussy visible.
I laughed and held her when she started to struggle, reaching for the apex of her legs and burying two of my finger inside her, moving really fast, moving roughly. She curled a bit and couldn't stand erect as her legs were trembling; I forced her to lean forward a little more, and, freeing my dick, I started to rub myself on her, the head already poking at her entrance. Gabrielle wasn't struggling anymore, just trembling and whimpering... I had won. She leaned a little more, and I slid inside her tight pussy.
"Aagh... Ohh... C-Chace... Oh m-my, Chace..." She started moaning, squealing when I tore her white blouse open, buttons flying everywhere, and I pressed her against the wall, fucking her hard, feeling her twitching insides and her wetness flowing out of her, "Agh! Guh... HUUUH!" She groaned and groaned while I assaulted her lovely pussy, my chest pressing her against the glass wall, one hand holding her tight and the other freeing her beautiful breasts from her bra, making them squeeze nude against the mirrored surface. "C-Chace, they'll see me!" She whimpered. We could see people moving in the next building and cars passing down the street.
"I know that, babe. Let them know how perfect you are," And I fastened my pace, feeling her getting tighter around my dick. Good, I thought, she was getting ready to come. "That's it, come for me, babe... Come for me."
"N-No! No... Agh! No, Chace! Aaaaagh! Don't! Don't do this," She half groaned, half squirmed while she went completely stiff, forcing herself against the glass as her muscles started to contract... Then she came. I kept thrusting fiercely, making her groan loudly, probably echoing through the whole floor "GUUUUUHHH! AAAAAOAAAAHHHH!" Her magnificent body struggled with her own sensations, spasming and contracting with me inside her.
Then I came, jolting inside her, lots of cum flowing and spilling to the floor as I abruptly took myself out of her. She was trembling all over when I took her in my arms again. As soon as that perfect moment's thrill started to wear off, I suddenly got terribly worried. I had lost control completely, and maybe I had gone too far. Perhaps knowing that I'd be doing whatever I wanted to a girl later that evening made me exceed myself with her, with my Gabrielle. Fuck. I rushed with her to my big chair and gently laid her on it. I just watched her every move, kneeling in front of her with my arms crossed over her tights. She panted and shuddered, recovering from the struggle, fight, orgasm, and all the shame she must have felt.
"Are you ok?" I asked, almost in a whisper.
She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, which were teary. She looked at me with a serious face and then said, "I'll stain your chair..."
I grinned, "I don't care about the chair or the carpet.
"Do you care about me?" She asked, a tiny and shy smile starting to show up. Her trembling decreased.
"In my own way... Yes." I assumed.
"So stop doing these kinds of things to me!" She roared… But, at that moment, I knew everything was fine. "I can't believe you did this to me," she said, sounding angry, but I knew her well enough to know that she was ok with it.
"I'll pay for your blouse and call my personal cleaning team," I laughed.
"Your personal... What the fuck!?" She giggled.
"Watch your tongue when you're around your boss, young lady," I scolded playfully.
"Fuck you!" She laughed.
I stood up and leaned forward, one hand on her nape and the other caressing one of her exposed breasts, my thumb gently circling the light brown aureole, while I kissed her. Despite the rough way I treated her, she was comfortable with me. But I knew that was not for her, and what I had done that night was light compared to what I could and wanted to do. Always. If I wanted to keep seeing Gabrielle, Erika had to suffer.
"Can't you really stay with me tonight?" She asked temptingly.
"I can't, really," I say apologetically.
"You are not going to see another girl, right?" She mocked me, and I decided what to say after a moment of surprise.
"Actually, yes, I am going to see another girl."
"Oh, really?" She added, trying to keep the mocking tone but failing miserably.
"Yes, but I don't like her, I don't have any interest in her, and I'm going to do totally different things to her," I said, grinning. I told the truth, at least partially, and, as always, Gabrielle knew it was better for her if she didn't get involved in things I didn't share with her. So, always bright, she changed the subject.
"Oh... So you're interested in me?"
"Of course. I've never seen an ass as beautiful as yours."
"You dog!" She said, slapping my shoulder once again, indignant but laughing, and I knew for sure she was ok.
I laughed with her, but I resumed, "So since you're ok, I'm going." I said, gently closing her blazer over her exposed and beautiful breasts and standing up. "I'll take you to dinner on Monday, ok?"
"Dinner? Really!? Like a date??" She lights up with a smile.
"Yes, after eight months of fuckery, I think it's time for a date... Then I'll fuck this gorgeous body of yours again," I laughed.
"Jesus, why do you always have to spoil the moment?" She scolded, still smiling.
I politely kissed her hand, and she smiled sweetly. Then I left in a hurry.
Maybe by having someone to use anytime and in any way I wanted to, I could try something less casual with Gabrielle. After all, as soon as I had Erika in my basement, I'd have everything that wicked part of me wanted and still have Gabrielle to make me company. Maybe this could work.
Anyway… Poor Erika. I had just turned down a terrific offer only to have my time with her.
When I get my hands on you... Poor Erika.
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