Author's Note:
Please read this series sequentially to get a better understanding. This story is eventually going to take a dark path and
will not
follow any traditional non-con templates that most stories do. If you're expecting a traditional non-con story through and through, it will disappoint you at some point. If you want better character development and unexpected plot twists, you'll be in for a treat. If you choose to follow this series and still get offended, I gave you a fair warning. That being said, let's continue.
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Devin Williams (42) is twice the age of his brother Tyrone. Tyrone was born late and was an unexpected birth. When Tyrone was born, Devin was already serving in the US army. Devin is opposite to his brother, muscular and can outmatch anyone in close combat. He is black belt in Brazilian Jujutsu, Taekwondo and Muay Thai. At 6'5" he looks like Michael Jai White at his peak.
With his ability to kill, moved him to special ops team. In his career with the army, he went on many off-the-book operations. After one botched up operation, he took time off and returned home. He did some therapy sessions to get help with his PTSD. During this time, their parents had a car crash, in which both died. To help his brother, who was at the time about graduating from high school, he took early retirement from army. He did not know that he'll soon be creating the most notorious criminal enterprise with the help of his friends from the special ops team.
When Devin reached out to his closest four friends from the team, who were all part of that last mission, they all agreed to be part of his plan. His essential plan was too ambitious, but all of them wanted to screw over the people who put the lives of excellent soldiers in unnecessary danger just for their own political career. They have reached too far from where they started in a short amount of time. But it was still not over. An extremely ambitious plan is ahead.
When Ty moved full time in their gang and started working on his high-tech gadgets, Devin's plan escalated much faster. Now he had 24x7 surveillance on several high-profile people, including cops, feds, marshals, senators and even some judges. He took inspiration from John Edgar Hoover, first director of the FBI. Know everything about everyone in power if you want to keep doing what you want.
Ben Lewinsky (39) was famous for his exceptional usage of knifes and daggers in special ops. He usually prefers knifes over guns, if possible. At 5'10" he is the smallest of the bunch, but fitness has always been on par with everyone else. During a mission in Serbia, he carried an injured soldier on his back and ran over 6 miles non-stop and saved his life. "Serbian winters are brutal," he would always joke when recounting that event.
James "Jimmy" Parker (37), youngest among the group, was the sharpshooter (sniper) for the special ops team. Ben was also a spotter for Jimmy for most of the missions when only a small team would be ideal for the mission. At 6'1", Jimmy was a gymnast before he went to serve in the army, which meant lean muscles. Jimmy is exceptionally good with all kinds of guns. He has massive respect for Devin. Apart from the team, nobody could stand Jimmy because of his clinical diagnosis of a psychopath. He had zero emotions and cared for no one.
Daryl Jackson (44) was another gunman on the team. His precision with rifles and handguns is impeccable. At 6'3" he's also equally muscular as Devin. He was the only other black member of the closest members of this team. Darryl always wanted to become a professional boxer and is exceptionally good at it. After graduating from high school, when he didn't find a way into it, he moved on to serve in the army.
Mikhail "Mike" Markov (41) was an expert in explosives and backup sniper for the team. Mike's parents were Russian immigrants. His dream was to play in NBA one day, but his parents were never supportive of his dream. Eventually he moved on to serve in the army initially out of anger, but then started enjoying it there. There was no pressure from his parents, and he could live his life exactly the way he wanted. At 6'7", he is the tallest among the group and muscular as well.
Devin walked out of one room of his mansion to the living room, where everyone was waiting for him. Dressed in custom designed, expensive luxury dark blue three-piece suit, along with a white shirt and black tie. You cannot find Devin anytime and not be impressed with the choice of his dresses. He is always conscious about what he's wearing.
Turning towards his brother, he calmly said, "We're all meeting your slave for the first time, and I hope you can justify the investments made on her, Ty."
Ty instantly replied, "First, I don't have to justify anything to anyone. I have used all my personal funds only. Second, I'm throwing a party for all of you guys that doesn't mean that I must impress any of you." he was always salty at his brother since they forced him to work full time for the gang.
Devin wouldn't take it in front of his friends, so he walked over and sat next to Ty on the couch. Placing his arms around Ty's neck, and said sternly, "I'm glad you remember my words about never to be afraid of anyone. But now I'll give you another advice which you should keep deep in your head. There's a thin line between being brave and stupid. Choose your words carefully when around me." With that, he got up and said calmly, "Let's go."
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LAST NIGHT
Jessica walked out of shower completely naked and followed her usual daily moisturizing routine. She already felt too numb to everything that her master has done to her. What does he expect her to do during this New Year's party? She was sure they would degrade her if it were possible now. Her thoughts instantly went to the last party they hosted at her own house. Jessica somehow felt like this one would be even worse.
She walked out stark naked, trying to find her mistress. Her idea was to convince her mistress to save her from this party. In the past few days, Jessica had felt that Rose was softer on her than Tyrone. If there was any hope, it was Rose. She thought to herself, "If there's even a slight chance of not to take part in this party, I have to try it. Why am I getting so comfortable walking completely naked inside this mansion?"
Then she saw her mistress sitting on a chair and completely immersed in her phone. Jessica walked up to her and kneeled. She, as in her usual routine, like a pet picked up her right foot and passionately kissed her sole. Repeating same again to the other foot.
Rose looked down at her and instantly understood that her slave wanted something from her. She said, "What do you want, slave?"
"Mistress, your humble slave has a request for her generous owner. If my mistress considers her unworthy whore slave dedicated enough, may she grant her one wish?"