Together Ssn 08 Ch. 09 – Avenging Angel

Literotic asexstories – Together Ssn 08 Ch. 09 – Avenging Angel by Dadbodboi,Dadbodboi Editor’s note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional mind control, rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.

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“All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and some of what you read may be distressing. Be safe and vigilant.”

For Tiffany Bright, 26, things are looking up, and she’s never felt higher, today moving into a new office as Chief Executive Officer of Cummings Enterprises International, replacing Domhnall and Gracie Cummings as leader of the organisation. With her boyfriend, Craig Reid, 26, at her side, or, technically beneath her in the pecking order, she feels like she can do anything.

This position comes with a lot of responsibility, and at a high cost both mentally and physically, being responsible for thousands of people in hundreds of businesses. This is the culmination of years of hard work and long hours, eating away at her personal life, and eating her way through her appetites, for food, for sex, being the one thing she craves; being back in the office, being a businesswoman.

Though she has such drive and ambition, Tiffany has been learning the humility of her limitations, being forced to delegate and dole out work to ease her load, but she invariably takes even more on anyway, just to feel the pressure weighing on her shoulders, making her mind swirl with words and numbers.

One such success story of Tiffany’s delegation of duties has been in mentoring a protege; Miss Mia Milosevic, 21, who has shown dedication to young Miss Bright, and who is now the successor to her former duties in her former role.

They say it’s lonely at the top of the mountain, but, now she’s here, Tiffany takes a deep breath, scanning the breadth of her domain, feeling the power at her fingertips and at the tip of her tongue; to be the one who dictates present and lasting change as she deems correct and true.

Tiffany, however, is not alone, as she has a visitor to her office, not noticing at first, head down at a tablet screen in her hand, smartphone on her desk, and computer monitor to her side; that is until the visitor announces himself, “You’ve moved up in the world these past years. 5 is it?”

Tiffany feels her heart pinch as she looks across the desk to see Irvine White, 62, standing with a wide smile on his face from ear to ear, uttering, “You’re back?”

Irvine sits himself down comfortably, regaling the young woman with memories, “You know, I’m perfectly familiar with this chair, sitting and talking business with Domhnall for hours on end. The sofa over there would play host to Ray and Gracie getting their business on, as the four of us co-ordinate to create business magic… poofft!

“Have no illusions, Miss Bright, we substantiated every deal made in earnest, in ways that would make your head reel. I’m not about to watch a child, let alone a girl playing at the big table, fumble what she just could never handle, and, so, the purpose of my visit is revealed. Ta-dah!… I’m here to resume my former position, and take back the reins before you steer this organisation into a ravine to crash and burn around your ears. I do this as a courtesy. Don’t be scared now.”

Tiffany maintains her composure, placing her tablet on the desk as she says, “I don’t miss hearing your voice, but you obviously love the sound of it.”

Irvine remarks, “Quippy. Just what I expect from a little bitch.”

Tiffany giggles, “It has been just over 5 years since you were sent away to prison; for a 6-year sentence, I remember.”

Irvine explains with the wide smile impossibly widening, “Oh, yes, you remember correctly, and no mistake. I managed to prove impeccable behaviour, and make parole. That being coming on 2 years now.”

Tiffany looks confused, “Wait, why the long wait to do this with me?”

Irvine laughs, “Not that you would comprehend something as simple as strategy, but I will play nice and divulge the grand scheme. You see, when I came out, my heart and head were filled with notions of revenge, something bitter, and something fierce, but tempered into a resolve, steady and the truest of true you ever did see. You see, my thinking was, ‘If I come bursting in like I own the place, Dom would see me thrown out before I clear the lobby.’

“No, Miss Bright, I knew I had to pick my moment, so, the first move was to prove to my parole officer that I am reformed and ready to reintegrate with society and civilised persons, and that took nothing but patience. It was during this time that I caught wind of Domhnall and Gracie’s retirement and your ascension, so, I saw fit to bide my time a little more to come in and claim my prize at the right moment.”

Tiffany splutters, “Prize?”

Irvine looks at her deathly serious, responding calmly, “I’m here to relieve you of the weight of the world upon your shoulders. You should be thankful, that the mercy of my return makes it so that weight won’t give a hump in that pretty little back of yours. I leave the hump-making to that boy of yours, young Mr Reid, who I’ll take as my personal whipping boy, to do my bidding. That kid doesn’t have a spine to break, so I’ll have fun with him… and you…”

Tiffany scoffs, “Have fun? With me?”

Irvine states seriously, “Oh, yes, Miss Bright. With you. Because, I intend to show you your place in the pecking order; beneath me, and that boy of yours cuck to watch while he works his mind and fingers to the bone.”

Tiffany giggles, “Hah, that’s funny. You should’ve thought of that before you came into my office, and threatened me, or did you forget about the silent alarms? One press of this button discretely, and… you’re gone… you’re history…”

Irvine humours the young woman, “That would be a swift checkmate, true, but what you fail to understand is that I’m always going to be ahead of your game, because you have no game. If you press that button, you risk me taking from the board: your son, your daughter, taken from you in the blink of an eye by my loyal girls.”

Tiffany sobs, “Sheena and Bonnie…”

Irvine smiles even more, “Yes, you remember well, Miss Bright.”

Tiffany asks, “What about the cameras in here?”

Irvine shrugs nonchalantly, “Where just talking. Nothing illegal or offensive.”

Tiffany asks, “What are you going to do?”

Irvine grins glaringly, “We’re going to leave here, nice as you like, and go somewhere we can be more comfortable, Miss Bright. Oh, and, you won’t need your things, or your phone. Just get up and walk with me. Do as I say, and it’ll be all over before you know it.”

Tiffany’s chin trembles as she gets to her feet, feeling her world rocked by Irvine’s sudden appearance coming with such impact. Her emotions feel shattered, and her legs feel like jelly, shaking as she walks as if floating on air, caught to walk arm-in-arm with the apparently gentlemanly Irvine, escorting her with common courtesy from the premises.

Irvine invites Tiffany to sit in the passenger seat of his chair, taking her out into the countryside, driving for what feels like hours past non-descript fields to a stately home. Irvine informs his guest, “Welcome to my humble abode, Miss Bright. We have the place all to ourselves while we conduct business.”

The walk into Irvine’s manor feels indistinct like a dream to Tiffany as she follows him through halls to a large drawing room with a tall ceiling, furnished lavishly with antiques in grand fashion. She perches herself on an elegant armchair across from Irvine, with a table between them where Irvine places the papers of a contract and a pen.

Irvine details the situation to Tiffany, “You sign this, expressing your wish to handover your position and responsibilities in Cummings Enterprises International to me, in their entirety, with immediate effect, and you are free to go. It’s really that simple.

“You look pale, and blind-sided, and that is unbecoming of a leader; proof, if anything, that you are ill-equipped for what lies ahead if you continue as you are. What I offer to you is a mercy, and, we can negotiate a position more to your speed, to ensure your job security. I would hate to see you struggling and penniless. That would serve no-one.

“This is strategy. You had an immediate and winning advantage in your office, and all it took was a change in scenery to take you out of your depth, and confer to me the winning advantage. You are powerless. Even behind bars, I could find a route to getting what I want, undermining you in the process, and all I had to do was wait for the perfect moment to pull the rug from under you.”

Tiffany sobs, “You cunt…”

Irvine strains to hear, “What was that?”

Tiffany slaps him as hard as she can across the face, raging, “You insufferable cunt! You walk around like you own the place. You talk like you own the place. What you have is exactly nothing, turning to steal to get what you want; stealing what I have given everything to work for, and you threaten my kids to do it. You miserable, fucking cunt!”

Irvine huffs, taking a deep breath as he towers over Tiffany like a giant, crushing her throat in his grip, and using his entire body weight to hold her down as she flails against him, telling her, “You don’t have to make things any more difficult than they have to be. To be successful in business, you have to be efficient, and not expend resources you don’t need to, otherwise you wear thin, and eventually, you lose everything, and the more effort you put in to your exuberance, the more it devastatingly hurts when you do lose… everything…”

Tiffany breaks down into tears, struggling with every fibre of her being to free herself, but to no avail. She feels Irvine undressing her bottom-half, exposing her crotch to him, and subsequently feels him forcing himself on her as she whimpers, “Umm… no-ugh… mmmff… no-ungh… mmm… mmph…”

Irvine jests, “You sound like such a slut making those noises. You must be liking it. How does it feel to have a real man inside you?”

Tiffany tries to resist, wanting to protest, but she can’t. All she can do is relent to Irvine’s dick sliding neatly into her pussy without haste and with ease. The pace and thrust from him is so relaxed, he doesn’t urge himself to rush. In truth, she hasn’t had sex like this in years now; it must be, only stealing the briefest of moments to let Craig do his thing. She hasn’t taken the time to enjoy a man in so long.

Tiffany gently wraps her fingers around Irvine’s wrist, and he releases her throat, allowing her to say with a glint in her eye, “You make a compelling argument. It’s been so long since I’ve had a real man who can make me feel good.”

Irvine probes, “You feeling good already?”

Tiffany giggles, “Not yet. I have a lot that needs working out, if you are man enough to manage it?”

Irvine asserts himself, “I can certainly manage you, Miss Bright.”

Tiffany swirls her head around on the back of the chair where she sits, giving in to the sensations derived from having such hot and hard flesh stirring her up, muttering, “Mmm… oh, yes… fuck me, Irvine… oh, mmm…”

Irvine remarks, “You’re coming around.”

Tiffany squeals, “Oh, not yet… no, no, no… I need you to keep me busy…”

Irvine fucks Tiffany harder, deeper, faster, going strong for more than a moment, but he slows down to an achingly slow grind, maddening the young woman with wanting to resume the more rigorous exercise.

Tiffany catches her breath as she adjusts to Irvine’s slow pulsing inside her pussy, enquiring, “You are doing this for Sheena and Bonnie? What would they think seeing us doing this?”

Irvine laughs, “They’re not going to know, because they’re out keeping an eye on your kids. No need to cause a commotion. Think about their wellbeing.”

Tiffany takes a rougher, harder pounding from Irvine, making her tremble from head to toe, losing her composure. She feels fear seeping in from deep in her heart, swelling like a great void threatening to swallow her whole, and in the void, she keeps Joy and Hope brightly in her heart to bolster her resolve.

Irvine slaps one of Tiffany’s cheeks, making it sting slightly, then slapping the other, and again in turn, more and more. Tiffany braces herself to bear the soreness, making Irvine turn his attention to her breasts, slapping them through her suit, feeling so heavy and sore after each strike as her bra feels as if it squeezes them. Still, Tiffany tries her hardest to not let it bother her, breathing long around the building pain. Irvine then slaps her pussy, striking as sharp as he is able, reverberating a wobbling through her crotch and thighs, making her wince and whine.

Irvine seems in part annoyed and impressed, telling Tiffany, “One way or another, I will end up where I want to be. Let’s play this out: if you continue to drag this out, you aren’t going anywhere until you do, meaning you are not at your post doing you duties that you’ve been so graciously appointed; that means, by tarrying here, you leave everyone and everything at the office to fall into disarray and ruin, meaning Domhnall will have no choice but to take this opportunity away from you, burning away all that good faith he has in an instant. You can surrender your position willingly while you still have a job to go back to, or, you can drag this out, and face the consequences, leaving you with nothing.”

Tiffany makes sure to look Irvine straight in the eyes as she defiantly states, “I came from nothing.”

Irvine almost laughs, certainly amused by this, suggesting, “Okay, but, do you want to go back to that? I think you want what’s best for those little ankle-biters you’ve got running around. Do the right thing, for them at least, if you’re going to spite yourself. No need for them to go without.

“Tick tock, Miss Bright… In your own time… It’s only yours you are wasting… No use stalling in hopes of a dramatic rescue, because no-one knows where you are… You’re not hurting me by waiting… Only yourself… I have all the time in the world, and much of that is all thanks to you, but, I always had patience, like a hunter… finding the perfect moment to seize my target,” wrapping his hand around Tiffany’s throat, pushing upward to strain her head back into the back of the chair.

Having her head scraped against the thick pile of fabric covering the back of the chair, Tiffany feels her scalp getting unbearably hot from the friction. She finds the courage to respond, “I’m not going to be intimidated by you.”

Irvine observes, “No? Then, why are you shaking? It’s from lust or loathing, or both, but I’m firmly under your skin, and in your head, Miss Bright.”

Tiffany feels her resolve fading, and her body shuddering intensely under the pressure on her both physically and psychologically. She taps in to her upset, desperately attempting to conceal those feelings as she struggles to keep them contained, letting Irvine know as her chin wobbles, “I felt for you and your family when you were sentenced. I had mercy in my heart for the three of you. Now, I couldn’t care less about any of you. Whatever happens is nothing short of what you deserve.”

Irvine keeps a straight face as he responds dispassionately, “You amuse me, Miss Bright. I’ll see about keeping you as a pet for our entertainment, and subsequent pleasure?” He continues to slide his dick achingly slowly inside the young woman, content to watch her struggle and squirm beneath him, hoping to convince her of her helplessness.

Moments later, Sheena and Bonnie White, 48 and 29, walk into the drawing room very casually, carrying with them bags of shopping. Tiffany protests to catch their attention, “You’re here! Help me! He’s, unghh, holding me, ah-against my will…”

Bonnie swaggers across to Tiffany, beaming with a crazed smile, “Why would we help you? We know who you are, and what Father is doing.”

Tiffany looks disgusted, turning her head to Sheena for a reaction to her husband’s obvious infidelity, but Sheena instead approaches wearing scorn on her face, spitting, “Irvine is doing exactly what he promised us; getting us back to where we should be. No thanks to you, taking him from us in the first place.”

Overcome with concern, Tiffany begs to know, “Joy and Hope, my kids, are they safe?”

Sheena casually shrugs, “How should I know? If you were a better mother, perhaps you would know that.”

Bonnie ignorantly replies to Tiffany, “Those sprogs probably deserve better anyway, or even put down.”

Incensed by Bonnie’s blatant disregard for her distress, Tiffany tries her absolute hardest to throw Irvine off so she can fight back, but Irvine shushes her, pressing on her chest between her breasts as he explains, “Cat’s out of the bag, so I invented the idea of my girls taking your precious babies hostage in hopes that would spur you to do the right thing. They will be wondering where their mother is, at some point, if not already. Do you really want to keep them waiting?”

Tiffany asks in return, “Are you really asking that with your cock still in me with your wife and daughter here?”

Irvine smiles, “They don’t mind. Do you, girls?”

Sheena turns a blind-eye, answering, “I don’t mind. Not at all. It’s all for the best,” sorting through bags of shopping.

Bonnie is holding up outfits to inspect, fresh out of the bag, picturing herself in them as she calls out in response to Tiffany, “Whatever it takes for Father to get his rightful place at the empire back. If you’re counting on shock, or being inappropriate to give you a chance to escape, think again, bitch.”

Irvine dismounts Tiffany, walking over to where his daughter sits, chastising her, “Now, now, Bonnie, girl. No need to be so rude to our guest. Remember your manners.”

Bonnie glances at her father’s dick dangling right next to her face before looking up into his eyes to reply, “Of course, Father. We need to show we’re civilised.”

Tiffany takes the opportunity to leap up to her feet, flying at Irvine with a right hook, toppling him over onto Bonnie’s lap as she lays into him with hammering fists pummelling his back.

Sheena comes up behind her husband’s assailant, wrestling the young woman away with her arms around Tiffany’s waist, allowing her husband to stand back up, and turn to face his attacker, punching her in the belly, making her keel over. Irvine slaps her face with as much force as he can put behind it, before grabbing her swaying head by the throat, holding her up in front of him, seething through clenched teeth, “I’ve been really nice with you so far, but I can make things much worse, if that’s your wish… I’m giving you one last chance to play nice, and sign that contract, and we can still walk away with no hard feelings… Don’t test me anymore, or… You won’t be going home…”

Hoping to test the limits of their apparent illusion of comfort, Tiffany stands steady on her feet, sinking into a sultry pose, seductively moaning, “It’s nice that you know what you want, and how you’re going to get it, but, how about we finish what we started, and, I might be convinced to put pen to paper.” She steps out of her trousers, now fallen around her ankles, and free from the hold of Sheena’s arms, stroking Irvine’s hot body, feeling the silken softness of his shirt as she shoots a look back at Sheena.

Sheena shies away, unable to watch how Tiffany is so brazenly flirting with her husband. Tiffany kisses him loudly; loud enough for Sheena to here the smacking of their lips, clicking and clacking in her head until it drives her to turn around, folding her arms as she watches her husband being kissed so passionately by another woman.

Bonnie sits up on her seat, bringing her knees beneath her to lift her up to the height of her father’s shoulders, massaging them, cooing, “There, there… Get in there… Quicker you do it, the better… then we can all move on from this…”

Sheena feels sickened at the sight of her daughter massaging her husband, especially with his penis hanging out of his trousers. She summons her daughter, “Bonnie, come here, and sort through this shopping with your mother.”

Irvine echoes his wife’s sentiment, turning away from Tiffany as she tries to keep his mouth occupied, “Listen to your mother.”

Bonnie huffs, “Fine,” leaving her father be to go to her mother. She picks up a cute top, turning around to lean on the table to inspect it, looking past the fabric to her father and Tiffany falling to the floor, watching Tiffany straddling her father. She gets noticeably aroused by this sight, gyrating her hips as her eyes begin to roll.

Sheena hears her daughter’s breathing become ever-so-heavy, turning to her to say, “Bonnie! Give them some privacy.”

Tiffany glances up at the woman across the room, riding up and down vigorously as she stares into Bonnie’s eyes with a smile and a giggle.

Bonnie turns away from the vulgarity, saying to her mother, “Sure. Sorry, Mother.”

Tiffany lifts herself up off of Irvine’s dick, turning around to sit in reverse, shuffling back to sit on Irvine’s face, spying the contract on the table in front of her. She reaches, shifting her weight so much that she lifts her crotch away from Irvine’s face. She steadies herself, stretching out even more, losing her balance to topple forward.

Thinking fast, Tiffany prowls forward like a cat, sitting herself back on Irvine’s dick, riding it as she eyes the closer contract. She reaches again, tantalisingly out of reach. Stretching and straining, she lands a finger on the paper, about to drag it into her grasp, before her arms are grabbed from behind.

Irvine is sitting up behind the young woman, grabbing both arms at the shoulders, sliding his hands down to the wrists before laying back down, wrenching Tiffany’s arms behind her back. He holds her wrists as if holding the reins whilst riding a horse.

Tiffany’s chest points up to the ceiling, sitting up as straight as she can as she tries to lean her weight forward and free from Irvine’s grasp. She hears him panting harder and harder, groaning, feeling his greasy spunk fill up inside her, and with a snap, her arms come free, leaping forward to place a hand on the contract, bracing herself on the table before dragging it off. She holds the paper in both hands, tearing the sheet up again and again, over and over before flinging it in the air to fall as confetti.

Irvine laughs as he catches his breath, informing the young woman, “That’s a copy… I can print a million more…”

Tiffany feels so stupid. Of course there’s a digital copy, and it’s probably backed up on external hard-drives, and the cloud. She runs her fingers through her hair, collapsing back to lay atop Irvine, rolling over on top of him, telling him, “You got the better of me… That felt really good… So good, I couldn’t think straight,” sharing in Irvine’s humour with a giggle of her own.

Seeing her chance, Tiffany thrusts all of her weight, aided by gravity, to smash her fist into Irvine’s face, knocking him out. She bounds to her feet, snatching Sheena’s phone from the table next to her while her back is turned, running off down the hallway as she dials Craig’s number. Hearing he’s answered, she hastily tells him, “Craig, don’t talk; just listen to me. Irvine has got me. Irvine has kidnapped me, and brought me to an estate in the country. Craig, Irvine is holding me at a place in the countryside.”

Craig assures her, “I’m on it. I’ll get in touch with Domhnall, and we’ll find you.”

Tiffany feels her heart swell with elation, feeling like this ordeal is over, feeling herself flying through the air, with a sinking feeling catching, and plummeting to the floor, having been tackled by Bonnie. The phone slides across the floor, and Tiffany shouts, “I love you, Craig! I love you!”

Bonnie gets up, going over to the phone to pick it up, putting on speaker to hear Craig babbling, “…be okay. We’ll find out where you are. We’re coming. Hold on. I love you, babe…”

Bonnie interrupts, “Tiffany is not here right now. Can I take a message?”

Craig asks, “Bonnie? That’s a voice I haven’t heard in a long time. If anything happens to Tiffany…”

Bonnie interrupts again, “You’ll, what? Kill me, send me to prison, get revenge, blah-di-blah-di-dah… We’re not savages, Craig. We’re civilised people. Far more civilised and accustomed to wealth and riches than you two slobs. You disgust me, and, be sure to tell Angelina she’s dead to me. I’d tell her myself, but, I can’t stand her.”

Craig replies, “You can tell her yourself when we come for Tiffany, and we will be coming, believe me.”

Bonnie smugly smiles, “Chop, chop,” ending the call, adding the number to her mother’s contact list, saying to Tiffany as she does so, “We’ll keep that number so we can identify the trash that calls us.

“You’d better get comfy, because you’ll be staying with us for a long while yet, bitch. I hate you for taking Father from us. We could’ve handled this amicably like adults, but you get him convicted and branded a criminal; to live in a cage with the rabble. We should extend nothing more or less than that courtesy to you.”

Tiffany feels her heart in her throat, pounding hard, and suddenly much quicker as she is hoisted up by Irvine from behind, whining in protest as his hand covers her mouth tightly, hearing him in her ear, “That was your last mistake.”

Bonnie walks up to Tiffany, talking past her, “Father, her friends love to play with chains, tying each other up. I want to see how she takes to it.”

Tiffany feels Irvine’s arm wrench around her throat, drifting into darkness…

Mia comes home from the office, greeted by her mother, Aniya, her daughter, Kisha, and her father, Tibor, with the appearance of her father catching her off-guard. She brushes her hair, tiredly moaning, “Hi. Hi, Kisha,” coming across to where her father sits, giving him a hug, “Welcome home, Dad. I forgot you were coming out.”

Tibor gets the sense, “You seem out of it,” getting a good look at his daughter’s face, seeing the upset and worry there.

Mia explains to her parents, “My manager from work; my friend, Tiffany, is missing. Everyone is working hard to find her quickly, before anything happens to her. I wasn’t told much more than that, but it’s got me worried for her.”

Tibor consoles his daughter, “That sounds terrible. Was it random, or premeditated?”

Mia sternly states, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Tibor says, “Very well. Your mother has been making something to eat. Getting something in your belly will make you feel much better.”

Mia appreciates her father’s sentiment, cuddling up to him to say in his ear, “I needed to hear that, Dad. Thanks,” giving him a kiss on the cheek, making him blush, then her blush.

Kisha sees the affection Mia gave to Tibor, expressing, “I wish I had a dad to love like that.”

Mia gets down to her daughter, laughing nervously, “Your granddad and I have some things to work out before I can say I love him.”

Kisha cutely asks, “Why’s that?”

Mia finds her words to explain for her daughter, “My Dad hurt me. He did some horrible things that he shouldn’t do to his daughter.”

Kisha tries to understand, “Is that why he went away? Because he was bad?”

Mia answers, “Yes, that’s exactly why. He hurt me, but, he’s still my Dad, so, I’m trying to be the better person by forgiving him.”

Kisha says, “Mom is so brave. When I get hurt, I cry. I want to be strong like you, Mom.”

Mia laughs, “I’m not…”

Tibor interrupts to say to his granddaughter, “Your Mom is much stronger than me, and much kinder. She’s an example to us all.”

Kisha grabs a piece of paper and some crayons, saying, “I’m going to make a comic book and make it a movie so everyone knows how great my Mom is.”

Mia strokes her daughter’s hair, softly saying, “You do that, Kisha.”

Awakening, Tiffany has a moment of disorientation, in a bedroom, held naked with arms and legs chained above and below at the wrists and ankles, suspended from the floor, halfway up the wall. She struggles, only finding herself rotating where she hangs, feeling the strain sorely on her arms in particular, scraping the bones in her wrists with the metal links of the chains.

Bonnie bounds into the room, joyously bouncing across to Tiffany with a big grin, saying, “Welcome to my room! Do you like it? I hope you like it, because this is going to be where you stay until you learn some manners.”

Tiffany spits, “Fuck you!”

Bonnie laughs manically, “Hahaha, that’s a good one. You’re funny.

“You should really learn some manners though; good manners, that is, because bad manners, are going to make things harder, and harder, and harder, and harder, and harder, and harder, and harder…”

Tiffany groans, “I get it.”

“…and harder, and harder, and there’s no submitting. There’s no giving up. There’s no mercy. There’s no pity. You are our permanent guest here now, and, how long you stay, depends on you, because, learn some good manners, and you get fed, and washed, and maybe even an orgasm or two,” winking at Tiffany, before going on to say, “You continue to show how bad-mannered you are, like now, and you get none of that, stewing in your filth, hungry, thirsty, until you can’t take it anymore, and I flush you down the toilet. Oh, wait, that’s what you do with a goldfish… I bury you in the garden, like a dog; like the bitch you are,” laughing hysterically.

Tiffany tiredly moans, feeling the pull on her arms, and how her body wants to slouch, and her thighs rubbing together, conceding, “Okay, Bonnie, you win… I don’t want to do this anymore… Get your dad in here…”

Bonnie snaps, waggling her finger at Tiffany, “No! No, you don’t get to make demands here. There’s no giving up.”

Tiffany sobs, “Please, Bonnie… I will sign anything your dad puts in front of me… Anything… Just let me go, please…”

Bonnie grabs one of Tiffany’s nipples, lifting it gently, higher, further out, twisting a little, pinching harder, twisting more. She delights in the sounds of Tiffany’s breathing getting quicker and more laboured, squealing, “Oh, this is fun… I can see why Angelina enjoys it so much…”

Tiffany softly breathes, “Angelina?… You mean, Pleasant…”

Bonnie releases Tiffany’s breast, slapping it hard, then immediately the face back and forth, before holding under Tiffany’s chin, growling, “Nothing much pleasant about that bitch. She’s no angel either, but rather call her that than that make-believe, pretend shit she’s got going on with that whore.”

Tiffany feels a burst of adrenaline, answering back to Bonnie, “Frankie is my best friend.”

Bonnie cackles, “Hahaha, you should keep better company. I would say, ‘like me,’ but my company is too good for someone like you. You should feel extraordinarily grateful to be allowed to be in my presence, in such a manner as you are. I will admit, you are cute as a button. Dare I say, a turn on,” pressing her fingers to her own crotch, feeling herself for a moment before composing herself with a brief laugh, “Well, a girl’s gotta get her kicks somehow,” thrusting her knee up into Tiffany’s groin, carefully watching her reaction.

Tiffany asks, “You love Pleasant, don’t you?”

Bonnie knees Tiffany in her crotch even harder, yanking a fistful of hair straight down, almost tearing it from her scalp as she replies, “Loved her. Past tense. I had hoped that we would be a thing. We were always there for each other’s needs at boarding school, and our families are close. I thought for sure, I would make her affections mine. I was hopelessly waiting for her to make a move, ask me out, or something.

“Years went by in a flash,” snapping her fingers, making Tiffany flinch before continuing to say, “Just like that, I see my sister come home, with that whore under her arm. I’d seen them on stream together, sure, imagining myself in her place, but then, Angelina announces they’re not only in love, but engaged to be married.

“I wanted to show Angelina I was at the very least that whore’s equal, though I should be held in higher standing, because I called her my sister, and she called me hers, but I thought she knew I wanted to be closer. Sweet little Gabby shared her affections for her aunt as well, and to no surprise to me since the three of us were inseparable, right up until the point that Angelina cut herself out of our lives. I wanted her to come around and see that I was still here for her, but it became really hard to be in the same room as her and that whore, and hear her talking about her all the time; it was sickening.

“It was,” Bonnie’s eyes well with tears, streaking mascara down her cheeks, “I was in love with Angelina. She was my world, and it came crashing down around my feet, but what made it worse was you; the friend of the whore, adopted into the empire, afforded station and status well beyond your means, and you had the nerve to convince a jury that Father go to prison. That was the final insult. You are rooted into all of my pain and heartbreak, and, now, you are at my mercy, bitch.”

Tiffany calmly reasons, “Your father was going to fuck me in the office, and he assaulted me on camera for the whole world to see. What happened to him was his own fault. As for Pleasant, if you felt that way, you should’ve made your feelings known to her before she moved on with my best friend, so that’s on you.”

Bonnie rages, beating her palms down Tiffany’s body, digging her nails in, leaving red trails all over her. Tiffany braces for it all, breathing through the pain, “The truth hurts, doesn’t it…”

Bonnie cries angrily, “You’d know,” collapsing where she stands down onto her knees, whining and sobbing, almost as if she’s praying, looking up at the ceiling, or maybe to heaven, but certainly above Tiffany.

A knock on the door disturbs them, and Irvine walks in, asking his daughter, “Is something the matter, girl? I thought I heard screaming and shouting.”

Tiffany stares down at the young woman at her feet, then glances a look up at Irvine, telling him, “I will sign your contract.”

Irvine tuts, waggling his finger, “No, no, no, no, no, you won’t be doing anything of the sort. I offered that to you when we were being reasonable. You made it abundantly clear that you want to be unreasonable, so I’m gong to continue to wait; continue to be patient, biding my time to make the right move.”

Tiffany scoffs, “What move is that? Domhnall and Gracie aren’t going to hand everything over to you, because I told them that you kidnapped me. I told them you brought me out into the country. It’s only a matter of time before they find you, and you end up back in prison.”

Irvine pets his daughter’s hair as she sits at her feet, as he confidently asserts, “I’m not going back to prison, and, no-one is finding us. This is a new place; somewhere Dom and Ray don’t know. All this does is delay my takeover, but instead of being welcomed back to my former family with open arms, I will wait until the organisation cracks and crumbles, by my design, in ways that will convince them to sell, but also in ways I can rectify and rebuild into something far greater, for my true family.”

Tiffany nods, “And, you’re willing to do anything for it; including having sex with another woman in front of your wife, and your daughter, and having your daughter have her way with me.”

Irvine responds, “Nothing wrong with a little fun, and encouraging my girl’s wants and needs. I have my family’s full support, and they have mine. They understand that, to get business done, you have to roll up your sleeves and do things you don’t like to get the results you want.”

Tiffany remarks, “Good for you.”

Irvine smiles, “Yes, it is.”

Tiffany asks, “Are you going to kill me?”

Irvine states, “No, but I don’t have to look after you. What happens to you is your responsibility. You can be a good girl, and live better than most people’s dogs, or you can be a bitch, and be punished. It’s really up to you, but, this is your life now. What you make of it is up to you.”

Bonnie sniffles, rising to her feet, begging Tiffany, “Please, be bad. Please, give me an excuse to make your life hell. Please, be a bad-mannered, bad-mouthed bitch, just so I can feel good about hurting you. I’m going to really enjoy this, and, please, make it so you don’t.”

Tiffany giggles, “Is that meant to sound tough?”

Bonnie groans, “Make her sleep, Father.”

Irvine puts all of his weight into a punch, knocking out Tiffany. She becomes limp where she hangs, as Irvine jests, “That was payment in kind.”

Irvine, Sheena, and Bonnie all go about the rest of their day, enjoying a meal together, sitting in conversation, watching television, until they all settle into bed, no different than usual. All the while, Tiffany slips in and out of consciousness, left alone by the Whites, with the weight of the chains unbearably heavy, losing all the strength she has, but the Whites don’t check on her, and don’t care at all. At the end of the day, the darkness claims the Whites, one-by-one, surrendering to deep, restful, sleep…

Bound in chains, and chained together in the deep, dark of night, Irvine, Sheena, and Bonnie all stir to the realisation of their predicament. Their blood pumps hot and fast, hyperventilating, with Sheena sobbing involuntarily, unable to compose herself. Irvine puts on a brave face, while Bonnie looks around her, trying to discern their surroundings in the darkness.

The three of them seem to be in one of the many rooms of their manor, though one that is indistinct as of yet, until their eyes adjust, but it is spacious and scarcely furnished, with a hard floor and high ceiling.

Out of the dark come figures clad in black PVC and latex, with no skin on show, and dildos erect from their crotches, filling Sheena and Bonnie with dread, while Irvine silently observes the figures forming a circle around them, and many in number. Through the circle crowd comes a familiar face revealed to them, and Bonnie scowls, “Angelina…”

Pleasant stands before the three Whites, standing tall and strong as she looks down on her extended family, politely saying, “Hello. It’s been a long time since we all caught up with each other,” addressing Bonnie in particular, “You really hurt me the last time we met, and Father wanted to push legal action against you, but I said, ‘No, they’ve been through enough.’ I’m here now to tell you,” scanning her gaze across all three of her captives, pacing in front of them back and forth as she continues, “I’m feeling less than merciful.

“You are family, though, after all, so, with that in mind, I am going to make an offer. Listen carefully; You apologise for what you’ve done to us, and vow to make amends, and in return, you are forgiven, with our love and support in your ventures going forward, and a welcome part of our family. The alternative is what you chose to do to Tiffany, which is being locked up with no privileges or respect, which will be a final and definite sentence, and very slow.”

Irvine snarls, “I’m not doing business with a little girl like you. I want to speak with Dom.”

Pleasant approaches her uncle, slapping him with the back of her hand curtly across the cheek, catching him sharply with an intense sting, as she tells him, “You don’t dictate what happens here. Did you extend that courtesy to Tiffany today? Bullying her? Tormenting her as she fears for her children? I should be extending that same courtesy, taking Bonnie from you,” snapping her fingers, with the dark figures swirling into action, swarming Bonnie, injecting her with something that makes her limp, flopping into the dark arms to be unchained and carried out into the dead of night.

Sheena howls in deep distress, eyes squinting with her tears pooling, running like rivers off her cheeks. Irvine hears the anguish of his wife next to him as he glares fixedly at Pleasant, asking, “What are you doing with my little girl?”

Pleasant comes up barely an inch from Irvine’s face, staring eye-to-eye as she dispassionately taunts, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Irvine struggles to free himself, growling, “Is this how you do business? You are nothing but a whore, and should leave the practise of business to those capable.”

Pleasant laughs a little, replying matter-of-factly, “I’m just taking a page out of your book. You like to strong-arm negotiation, so, I’m following suit. You like to talk about strategy, as if you’re playing a game, so I’m playing right back. While we play, my cards are right up against my chest, so there’s no telling what I’m going to do. Do you want to play?”

Irvine mutters, “I’m sorry.”

Pleasant says, “I didn’t hear that.”

Irvine concedes, “I’m sorry.”

Pleasant asks, “For what?”

Irvine licks his lips for a moment as he thinks, saying, “I want assurances that I will be reinstated at Cummings Enterprises International, as an advisor to Miss Bright, with the powers and privileges that come with that.”

Pleasant proposes in counter, “You will be reinstated at your former position, able to advise, but without autonomy, having to have your work signed-off by your superior, Miss Tiffany Bright, CEO, at every stage, and that is non-negotiable.”

Irvine scoffs, “How can that bitch think she can appraise my work? I’ve been doing this longer than she’s been alive.”

Pleasant reasons, “You don’t have to accept it. We can just cut straight to the alternative. We’ll continue your payments on this place in your name so you’ll be warm and comfortable at least, and no-one will be the wiser.”

Irvine laughs under his breath, picking up the length of chain that held his daughter, lifting it to whip at his niece. Pleasant catches it without flinching, wrapping the chain around his neck, choking him as he struggles to prise the links away from him. He taps his hand faintly on Pleasant’s arm, spluttering, “I submit.”

Pleasant releases her uncle, watching him gasping for breath like a goldfish. He holds the chains in his hands, slumped over, looking utterly defeated at Pleasant’s feet. As she looks down on him, he looks up at her, and she asks, “Well?”

Irvine answers, “I accept your terms.”

Pleasant probes, “Which terms?”

Irvine smiles widely, almost laughing as he replies, “I will return to work as you said.”

Pleasant coldly looks down on her uncle, telling him, “Very well.” Snapping her fingers, the figures unchain Pleasant’s aunt and uncle, and she gently helps them to their feet. Rubbing her uncle’s arms, she pulls him in for a hug, saying into his ear, “There’s no need for animosity between us from now on. I’m more than willing to leave this all in the past.”

Irvine feels the strong, muscular arms squeezing strongly and tightly, rendering him unable to move, and constricting his lungs, forcing short, heavy breaths. He knows Pleasant is asserting her dominance, and this he can respect, respectfully responding, “We have an understanding.”

Pleasant pulls away from her uncle to console her aunt, shushing her, “Now, now, Auntie Sheena. Let this serve as a lesson to you, that if you play with fire, your fingers get burned.”

Irvine enquires, “Where’s my little girl?”

Pleasant invites her uncle, “Shall we tell her the good news?”

In Bonnie’s bedroom, she is chained up in the place Tiffany previously was, with many dark figures in attendance, all staring at her squirming around in the chains naked, feeling flushed with embarrassment as she feels their eyes hot on her skin. Pleasant and Irvine enter the bedroom together, and Bonnie demands, “Let me down this instant, Angelina.”

Pleasant snaps her fingers, and the dark figures help her cousin down to the floor. Bonnie collapses, with Irvine rushing to keep her from falling, until she finds her feet. Pleasant explains to Bonnie, “We have reached an agreement. We’re to get along.”

Bonnie looks disgusted at her cousin, looking to her father to confirm, and he does, “It’s true. She made a very compelling offer.”

Bonnie wriggles free from her father’s grasp, setting her sight on her cousin and strutting over to deliver a slap to her face, bitterly seething, “You fucking bitch, Angelina. You come up here after scaring me half to death, and you expect all to be forgiven.”

Pleasant picks up her cousin, holding her above her head with her legs flailing around like a fish out of water, and she throws her down onto the bed, bouncing back as she mounts the bed to pin her down, clearly stating, “It was you who assaulted me when I was laying in bed with a gunshot wound, threatening to kill my daughter in the womb. I showed mercy then because we are close, like sisters, and should forgive each other. Even now, with what you’ve threatened today with Tiffany, I show mercy. Believe me, Bonnie, I’m not so lenient with anyone else.”

Irvine puts his arms between the warring women, trying to prise them apart, saying, “This can work out to all of our benefit. We’ve done each other wrong, and, I was always taught, it is good to forgive. It shows strength of character and conviction to do so, and we should all be gracious and humbled to accept it. Perhaps it is time to get together and break bread.”

Bonnie ceases her struggling beneath her cousin, asking, “Can we have a moment alone?”

Irvine steps back from the bed, keeping an eye on them until he passes the threshold of the doorframe. Pleasant snaps her fingers, and the dark figures exit the room, closing the door behind them.

Alone, Bonnie almost cries as she admits, “I have so many emotions; so many raw feelings right now. Creeping from underneath all that is longing for you, Angelina. My soul aches for you, beyond what I felt in those chains. Being held beneath you makes me yearn to be yours, more than ever before. I want you, Angelina. I hunger for you. I love you, my sister.”

Pleasant maintains her composure and her grip, seriously addressing her cousin, “As you well know, my name is Pleasant, and, if you really love me, that is how I will be addressed. No matter your feelings, though, I am married to Frankie, and am mother to a daughter with her, and I’m not giving that up to be with you.”

Bonnie begs pathetically, “Please, Pleasant, please… I’m sorry… I really do love you… I confess, I hated you too… I was jealous… I wanted some way of us being together… Anything… Please understand… I beg of you… I just want to be loved by you… I miss how we used to be at school… I thought of you as my world…”

In a moment of weakness, Pleasant folds into a passionate kiss on Bonnie’s lips, feeling anticipatory buzzing from her flesh as her cousin is flooded with hormones, becoming drunk in the ether of their energy so bounteous. Pleasant feasts on Bonnie’s breasts, sinking down to gorge on her delicate flesh between her legs, cascading explosions of emotion blasting through Bonnie and perceived by Pleasant.

Before long, Bonnie is brought to orgasm, but she begs, “Don’t stop,” urging her cousin to continue her efforts, and Pleasant proceeds as such, exploring her thighs, belly, and deep inside her cousin’s pussy to tease out every essence of her being.

Bonnie’s brain melts, losing all thoughts, and any sense of place, but enraptured in the soft veil of simple bliss, floating as if on the surface of it’s waters so tranquil and serene. Her waters gush freely, pumping from her by Pleasant’s touch, and Pleasant comes to lay at her cousin’s side.

Pleasant says to her cousin, “I do that in good faith, to show that I do love you, and I do care.”

Bonnie breathes, “Thank you, Pleasant.”

Pleasant goes on to add, “But, be warned; if you do anything to cross me or my family ever again, I will come for you, and neither heaven or hell could hold me.”

Bonnie gulps, “Clear…”

Pleasant kisses her cousin on the lips, breathing into her, “Good.” She gets up and takes her leave, dissolving into the black beyond the door, as a dark arm takes the doorknob to pull it closed.

The next day, Tiffany walks into her office, throwing her bag on the sofa, taking her seat at her desk, logging in to her account on her devices. In walks Mia, and Tiffany notices, greeting her, “Mia, hi,” beaming brightly her way.

Mia asks, “Is everything alright, Tiffany?”

Tiffany smiles assuringly, answering, “Yes, everything is fine. False alarm, in the end. Family emergency.”

Mia smiles, brushing her hair back as she says, “Welcome back. I missed you,” turning around, looking back over her shoulder to say, “I’ll get back to work. I’m just happy to know you’re safe.”

Tiffany calls out, “Mia?,” stopping the young woman before she goes, getting up to go to her. She pulls Mia in for a hug, holding her for a good while. Mia feels strange and awkward like this, not knowing if she should hug her back, but as she places her hands on Tiffany’s hips, she steps back, giggling, “I don’t ever say it, but, I love you. I mean, I love having you around. I mean, you do very good work. I mean, I don’t just love your work. I mean, I love you as a friend. I mean, I’m going to shut up now.”

Mia let’s go of Tiffany’s hips respectfully, saying with a little laugh, “I get it. I know,” taking her leave.

Tiffany calls after Mia to ask, “Oh, how’d things go with your dad?”

Mia calls back in reply, “Oh, we had a great time,” before going back to her office.

Tiffany settles back in to work, making strides to catch up with everything going on, but finding she’s aided by the diligent work and reports of her employees, and correspondence from her clients, chasing up what she needs to.

Irvine makes his appearance, taking a seat across from Tiffany as he smugly says, “I’m ready to get back to work. I can help you, if you like, in an advisory capacity. I’ll make sure everything is as it should be.”

Tiffany matter-of-factly informs Irvine, “Did I forget to mention? All your work is to be reviewed by panel before being signed-off by myself, and, said panel is Domhnall, Gracie, and Ray. Between the four of us, if we catch you double-dealing, or pushing to advance your standing, or doing anything that is less-than-above-board, or defamatory to us, or undermines my authority, or is intended to cause damages to this organisation, or it’s reputation, or any of our affiliates, your work will not pass, will be repealed by law, and you won’t be payed for it. In other words, if you don’t play nice, you get nothing. That should be incentive enough, wouldn’t you agree?”

Irvine discerns, “Domhnall covering your ass by implementing this, is he?”

Tiffany confidently states to him, “Actually, I sat with a lawyer, and your parole officer, and drafted this agreement myself, all in writing, and signed and co-signed, and legally-binding, and doesn’t require your prior agreement. You either do this, or you go back to prison, and we sue you for blackmail in the process, and seek compensatory payment for damages and losses accrued. Your family’s well-being is firmly in my grasp, and I can crush it at a moment’s notice. How’s that for covering my ass?”

Irvine remarks, “You are a devious little bitch, aren’t you?,” nodding as he takes a moment to go over things in his mind, responding in good humour, “You know, I’m coming around on you. I think I’m genuinely going to enjoy working with you.”

Tiffany teases, “Was that hard? Swallowing your pride and that massive ego?”

Irvine holds his hands up, graciously admitting, “If it’s easy to do, it’s probably not worth doing.”

Tiffany watches closely as Irvine leaves her office, continuing to watch for a moment after. She knows she has to be vigilant, and wary of anything he says and does, but she relishes the challenge. She even finds it sexually arousing, sitting with a desire to reach down and relieve herself, but she breathes through it, centring her concentration on her work, committing her energy to getting it done.