Please note this piece is fantasy not reality and should not be seen to condone any of the behaviour described. All characters are aged 18 or over. Feedback welcomed, please let me know if you have ideas for future chapters.
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I stared out of my bedroom window and looked down on the large garden stretched out below, lit up by the bright early evening sunshine. In the distance I could see both my father and stepmom splashing around in our large outside pool.
While they were having fun, relaxing and enjoying the weather I was stuck inside, tense and fretful about the events I had set in motion earlier that day. I knew when my father found out what I had done he wouldn't be happy. I knew that there would be repercussions. I knew that the outcome was uncertain.
But I also knew the time had come to act. I was sick of standing by, turning the other cheek, playing the long game or whatever excuses my father gave for not taking action. People were starting to get twitchy, nervous about the challenge to our position which had been emerging for months now.
I could feel it. The huge fear and respect that we had so carefully cultivated over so many years was starting to ebb away. People were starting to wonder whether we had lost our grip on this town. And I knew how dangerous that could be, even if my father didn't.
Our whole lifestyle was built on fear. Fear of what would happen to those that disobeyed or even disrespected us. Once that dissipated there would be nothing to stop them turning against us. My father might think our reputation was unbreakable. But I knew differently. Each day it needed to be fortified and strengthened, against any who would dare challenge us.
I felt my fist tense slightly as these thoughts raced through my head and I felt a burst of anger surge through me at my father's fecklessness, which endangered us all. This magnificent house, the fleet of sports cars, the exotic holidays, and the millions we had accumulated over the years. All of it was at risk if we didn't deal with this challenge the same way we had every other; ruthlessly and efficiently.
It had taken my father, Nacho Gonzalez, decades to build our Empire but I could feel it slipping away. If he would not do anything then it was up to me, Jose, his son and heir to act.
The time for talking was over. It was time for action now and so I had made the decision and there was no turning back now. All I could do now was wait. I looked down at my watch and realised it would likely be a while before I heard anything.
I heard a sound from behind me as I did so and turned to see a stunning blonde 19-year-old walking towards me. As ever while in my presence she was totally naked, so that I could study her exquisite body in full.
As I checked her out from head to toe I felt an immediate stirring in my groin, my lust pushing out the anger and tension that had been coursing through my veins.
She was quite petite at just 5 foot 4 and had a cute, innocent face. I sought out her most attractive feature, her electric blue eyes which perfectly complemented her peroxide blonde hair. Her full, plump lips were covered in a pink lipstick that suited her complexion and made her look even more alluring.
As I inspected her body I saw again her huge breasts, which looked obscene on her lithe, thin frame. My eyes continued to drift down to her bare, shaven pussy. I could see that her small clit was wet. I looked back at her eyes and saw a familiar look within them as she stared back at me. A look of wanton desire. Finally, I looked down at her toned legs and could not help but take a sharp intake of breath as I admired their smooth silkiness. As usual she did not have an ounce of fat on her, but despite keeping herself in great shape she wasn't muscular or athletic.
In other words she was the perfect teen slut. Just how I liked them.
Of course, she hadn't always been like this. As I saw her there in the doorway I could not help but marvel at the transformation which had taken place in her in just a few short months.
It had all started on a typical evening as I did my rounds around the town. We'd had a particularly difficult day with people stupidly failing to cough up the money they owed us, which meant my men had to mete out our version of justice.
Some people no doubt thought we were cruel, inhumane monsters for doing this, but we really had no choice. If people bought our drugs or accepted our protection then they needed to pay for it. And they needed to fear the consequences of not paying enough to make sure they paid their debts.
I mean we were reasonable people. We offered short term loans to people when they were suffering from cash flow problems. But our patience has limits and we needed to make people realise that.
So at the end of a long, hard day I stood outside an unremarkable house on the nicer edge of town and waited while one of my men rang the bell. After a while it became clear that the occupant was not willing to answer and so I nodded my head, giving my men the order they had been waiting for.
A couple of guys ran back to our van and returned a few moments later with a battering ram. A few short barrages later and the door had crumpled. My men charged into the building, brandishing their weapons as they did so. I followed calmly behind, stepping carefully over the debris that had been created by our forced entry. It was something I was used to now, it all too frequently proved necessary when somebody was being particularly uncooperative.
A few seconds later I'd reached the kitchen and smiled grimly at the scene which greeted me. As always my men had quickly found their target and had already pushed him roughly to the ground. He was still squirming around though, screaming and shouting at the top of his lungs. Losing patience my leading henchman Carlos roughly struck him in the side of the head with the butt of his gun, causing him to keel over and lose consciousness.
By the time he had recovered my men had propped him up on a chair and tied him in place. He really was a pitiful excuse for a human being. His hair was messy and unkept, his face unshaven and his eyes red and bloodshot. When he awoke I saw the look of panic wash across him as he contemplated the helplessness of his situation.
Most people would have pitied this man and sympathised with him. But not me. This man was weak. And weakness was something that I had never had any time for. A man who could not provide for and protect himself and his family, was not a real man at all.
"Where's my money?" I asked the question calmly, as though we were having just a friendly little chat.
"I ... I ... I don't have it. I'll get it to you. I just need more time."
