"All of you are so, so ignorant."
The man who decided to call himself Homer had to adjust the audio on his feed as he listened to Hayden Tellus speak. The video from the bug he'd planted decades ago was doing fine, though, and he could see the pale, dark-haired man clearly, sitting in his overstuffed chair. In fact, he could see very, very well, which allowed him to take in the sight of the lovely, curly-haired woman with her face in the stoic man's lap, her lips and tongue running unabashedly up and down her husband's dark, curved penis.
Damn, it's good to be a genius.
Homer smiled as he leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind the thinning hair of his head.
This shit never gets old.
Long, long ago he'd discovered his aptitude for all things electronic, his instinctive understanding of computer systems and code weaknesses. For a man like him and his hacking skills, the sky was the limit; law enforcement, corporate espionage, or good old fashioned blackmail... but he knew immediately what he wanted.
He wanted to know. He wanted in on the biggest, best story of all time... and boy did he ever get it.
The Tellus family that controlled Zero Lymp U.S., the biggest, most profitable corporation in history, was a notorious magnet for all sorts of lurid rumors for as far back as Homer could remember. Started by Gail Tellus and her husband Ethan, the pair had begun a dynasty that controlled their business empire through a pantheon of different CEOs and executives over the decades. On paper, to the public, Ethan Tellus passed the reins to his son, Uriah, who was in turn assisted by Gail. Years later, control went to their
adopted
son, Craig, then finally, currently, to a man named Zedekiah who seemingly came out of nowhere with a hostile takeover.
Homer knew better. Starting from when he was just fifteen years old, the boy genius was able to compromise Zero's systems and plant surveillance devices all over the company. From there, he was even able to branch out and bug individual members of the Tellus family as well; it was easy when dealing with the arrogant and overconfident. None had a clue. Well, until the surprisingly-prescient Paul came around, but that had worked out well enough, and now he was owed a favor by someone very powerful.
Just for fun, and for the millionth time, the voyeur pulled up some footage of Gail and her son Uriah; their first hungry fuck on the conference table after they'd forced her husband, Ethan, out of the company. That was a gem, but not the only one. Another few seconds, and he saw Gail on the cam in her cottage, the place of her exile, being fucked by Craig, her true son, despite what the outside world was told, as the pair had now ousted Uriah.
From there, he ran the gamut. Craig's trysts with his pristinely put-together twin sister, Rhianna, and their offspring, also exiled by the paranoid CEO. Rhianna's revenge when she found her lost children and brought them back to enact some justice, headed their hidden, youngest son, Zedekiah. Then came Zed's claiming of his own luscious sister, Helen, followed by his utter inability to keep his dick confined to his jealous wife/sister. It was fantastic stuff.
Homer ran a special collection then, titled:
Under It All
. This one revolved around one man, Tarrence Tellus, Gail's brother. The stocky, dark brute was the most compelling of the lot. A board member for life, he was a mover and shaker of quiet power, and all these wicked people came to him eventually. His presence underwrote the entire dynasty, whether they wanted to admit it or not. This time, the footage went in reverse order, starting with merely a week previous as Gail, Rhianna, and Helen slathered the man, uncle and brother, with their still-supple bodies as he just laid back and enjoyed. He watched his pets play with his rotund, but surprisingly muscular frame, while they worshipped his ever-turgid cock, still hard and strong, even at his advanced years. The women just couldn't help themselves; he had that much control over them. Watching Gail ride her brother's dick, while her daughter and granddaughter each nursed at her impossibly-firm, septuagenarian tits, reminded Homer just why he'd gotten into this life to begin with.
Of course, Tarrence had claimed each years before, as the footage attested to. Helen had been forced on him by her own son, who'd used the experience to humiliate her. Rhianna and Gail, though, had come to him of their own volition, trading their bodies, their lives, to him to get their respective revenges on their husbands. That part of the price they paid was that they tied themselves to him in perpetuity seemed to only add a thrill to the minds of the three women. Hell, Gail and Helen had even borne him children... which, when Homer thought about it, was ultimately why he was even watching the feed from Hayden's office to begin with.
"You are children in the bodies of adults. Infants who think... mmm..." Hayden's voice brought Homer back to the present just in time for him to see him shove his hand into the curls on the head of his wife as he grunted and came into her mouth. He looked down at her and smiled warmly. "Fantastic, as always my love."
His wife, Penelope, smiled, returning the only warmth her husband was capable of showing. "I missed you, Hadie." The pet name for him brought a brief flash of longsuffering annoyance across his face, but it disappeared when she began slipping out of her sundress so she could put on a set of studded, leather undergarments, complete with a lacy black blindfold and collar, and topping it all off by applying a glossy, dark lipstick. "I love mom, and my time with her..." She spoke around a pomegranate seed she'd popped into her mouth. "...but she can't do the things to me that you can." She laughed then, the sound a unique combination of airy chimes and low, throaty promise. "Though that doesn't stop her from trying." She leaned in to whisper in Hayden's ear when she finished her costume change and crawled into his lap. "I gotta say though... she does have you beat when it comes to tongue-work..."
"Beat, huh?" Hayden suddenly slapped her exposed ass hard, forcing a loud squeak from his victim. Her voice broke as she pulled her panties to the side and slid down her husband's cock, even as he kept up his punishment for her words. "Beat? You know I am the master of discipline. I keep everyone in their place, including you."
"Ung! Yes!" Penelope squealed as she rolled her hips on his, her ass tensing visibly just before his hand would come down again. "Yes master! This one is sorry she spoke out of turn! Aaaahhh... please, please show her what... oh, oh fuck... what she must do to cleanse herself of... Goooddddd... of her mother's dirty... Oh Shit!" She quivered as she came all over her husband's cock, not able to withstand what he was doing to her.
Homer grimaced, though didn't look away. This one was a bit rough. Penelope, the daughter of Zed and his other sister, Demara, had actually been kidnapped by Hayden, Zed and Demara's brother, when the girl was barely an adult. In the time it took for everyone to figure out what the hell had happened to her, Hayden had thoroughly broken and brainwashed the vivacious, lively young girl in the springtime of her life; warping her mind so that she was hopelessly enslaved to her uncle, the morose hermit-like man who was in charge of the corporation's human resources department. It was only to appease Demara that Zed forced Hayden to give her up, and only for part of a year at a time so she could visit her mother. Hayden had too much dirt on everybody to be completely overridden.
Of course, it was exactly that extensive access to everyone's lives that brought them to that moment. Them, and their visitors.
"Ahem." The sarcastic throat-clearing caused Homer to bring up another camera angle so he could see those visitors; Althea, Zed's oldest child, and her half-brother Herman, who sometimes did some work for Hayden. The pair was not exactly happy to be exposed to the display that Hayden and Penelope were putting on, but they were really in no position to complain. They had, after all, entered Hayden's offices uninvited, having arranged a distraction for their uncle's security team. They were lucky that Hayden, a man with nearly as much power as their father, was humoring them at all... though Homer could tell that Althea wasn't unappreciative of the sight of her sexy sister vamping it up in front of her, as evidenced by the surreptitious fingers snaking under the hem of her tight, professional skirt when no one was looking her way.
Hayden glared, but finally sighed and pulled his niece up and off him, eliciting a long, regretful moan from her. Dripping her uncle's jizz down her thighs, she glared at her half-siblings. "You're lucky that the asylum called and I have to schedule a meeting to check on our daughter." She turned and bent to give Hayden a long kiss. "Don't worry though, love. Melinda responds better to her mother than I do to mine. She'll be fine once we have some... quality bonding time." With that, the tamed woman sashayed out of the office, her beet-red ass cheeks so bright that Homer was surprised they weren't leaving a light-trail on the cameras.
Hayden's smile faded with his wife's departure, and he turned to his niece and nephew again. "As I was saying, you people know next to nothing. You think you have an idea of what's assailing you, but there are agents in play that—"
"Assailing
us
, dear uncle." Althea stepped forward, her fiercely-intelligent eyes boring into the smug man as she fixed her spectacles in place. "Don't forget, you're a part of Zero Lymp U.S. You're entire way of life depends on your brother's good will. You hate it... but you can't deny it."
Hayden looked like he wanted to do things to his niece right then that he, well, that he'd done to another niece a long time ago. In the end, though, she was right, and he deflated a bit. "You want info? Fine, but I'm keeping out of it as much as I can." He looked over to his quiet nephew. "I'll give Hermes the means to do what he needs while staying invisible. Use it, but don't be surprised when I make my peace with the others, if that becomes necessary."
He stood then, walking over to a database nearby. "In the end, everyone comes to me, whether they want to or not. Everyone has to play my games." He grinned wickedly. "And it helps that both teams are still family, after all."
