A Blackmailed Bitch

The photos and videos I had taken were backed up and ready to send, but I decided to refrain for now. It would be better to show them to Amber along with the ****, as one complete package. Just to show how much power I had over her. She was nothing compared to me, less than dirt, and it was time she learned that. She would find out her mother was my bitch, and she would soon be too.

In order to organize the ****, I had come to my office at the Town Hall. I was greeted by Sophie, my incredibly busty bimbo secretary.

“Good morning, sir! It’s been a while since you’ve come in,” she said in her usual airhead voice.

“I’m a busy man, Sophie.” I gave a sharp smack to her enticing behind. “Be a dear and fetch me a coffee.”

Sophie gasped, clutching her behind. “How dare you?! This is sexual harassment! I’m going to report you to HR immediately!”

I laughed. This bitch was one of the dumbest I had ever met. “HR? You mean Hoe Resources? You do know they’re in charge of acquiring and managing the fuckpets for our council meetings, right? Where the fuck do you think we are, fucking America?” My next slap was to the slut’s face. She was on the verge of tears now. “Let me clear some things up for you, whore. ‘Secretary’ is just a polite word for ‘sex ****’. You do whatever the fuck I tell you to do. If you don’t… Well, you won’t like that alternative. Am I clear?”

Looking at the teary-eyed ginger, it was clear I had broken her. It hadn’t taken much effort. “Y-yes, sir.”

“Good. Now get me my fucking coffee.”

Once I had a nice Sumatran roast in front of me and Sophie had her huge tits wrapped around my cock under my desk, I got to the reason I had come to the city hall in the first place. See, Amber was nothing without her status. She was not especially intelligent, even for a woman, and she was very unlikeable. While she was particularly beautiful, that didn’t really give her much power in Segia. No, what gave her power was the wealth and status her mother enjoyed as the Headmistress of SWU. Any threat of that being taken away, and she would bend over backward to prevent it.

To that end, I was currently drafting a bill that would make it illegal for women to hold any executive or otherwise top level positions of any corporate entity in Segia. It would apply retroactively, meaning any woman already in such a position would be held legally liable for the time she had already served in it, so her assets would be confiscated, and she would face criminal prosecution. If found guilty, she would be sentenced to no less than five years in prison for every year she had violated the law. In fact, the whole thing should have been a law much sooner, but given the fact that virtually no women had any power in any company, it hadn’t been necessary.

This would mean the end for Amber. She would be left shamed and penniless, her mother in prison for life, and without any recourse she would likely drop out of school and end up as a streetwalker. That would be the ultimate humiliation for a girl such as her. Well, maybe apart from being my ****.

In reality, I could have drafted the bill from anywhere. There were two reasons I had decided to come to the City Hall to do it. The first was to check in on Sophie, and teach her a bit more about her job description. She had learned that lesson well, judging by the enthusiasm with which she slid her massive tits up and down my shaft. I had found that the dumbest bitches were always the sluttiest. Even if they were too stupid to realize it.

The second reason was the wax seal I was adorning the paper with, having finished my draft. It was contained in a safe in my office. Any bill being submitted before the City Council had to have the seal, demonstrating its approval by the Chairman. It was a symbol of the power of my office, one that would remind Amber just who she was dealing with, and demonstrate that I wasn’t playing around. The seal depicted my grandfather, Armand Segeste, poised on a throne, surrounded by naked bitches. That sent the right sort of message, I thought.

With my one task complete, I set to finish the other one, taking control of the titfuck I was receiving. After moving the bill to a side table I bodily picked Sophie up and placed her on my desk, spinning her so she was flat on her back and facing me. Then I began using her in earnest, fucking her melons like I would pound a tight cunt. The bitch was left to get intimately acquainted with my asshole, which her tongue soon did. After a nice, thorough fucking that left her with the right impression of what I demanded of her, my cock erupted in a fountain of cum that coated her tits and stomach. After jerking the last few spurts onto her face and hair, I left her there to clean up the mess I had made of her. I had likely just fucked right out of her the few braincells she had possessed.

The afternoon found me back in my living room, watching the TV while Audrey blew me. It was currently displaying the common room of the Ypsilon Kappa Sorority House, using the network of hidden cameras my people had set up in the place. The room was currently filled with sorority chicks, all milling around and whispering to each other as they anticipated the return of their president. You see, I had posted the pictures of my ‘date’ with Amber’s mother, along with the bill I had drafted, on the house’s notice board. Once the girls had seen them a few minutes later, they had called Amber to come and take a look herself, although they hadn’t let her know what to expect. Her reaction would be wonderful; hence my viewing session. I even had a bowl of popcorn.

The door swung open and Amber strutted into the room, looking mildly pissed. She was followed by her usual entourage of bitches. She was dressed in her standard ‘rich cocktease’ attire, with a heavy coat of makeup and a designer purse.

“Why the fuck am I here? Someone had better start talking, or I’m gonna start expelling you bitches!” She threatened.

No one said a word, but they all stepped aside to give her a clear view of the notice board, which Candace gestured to helpfully. Amber was greeted to the sight of her mother being pounded in a variety of positions by Yours Truly, and clearly loving it. It was impossible to ignore my godly physique, or massive bitchbreaker of a cock.

Amber was left speechless, mouth agape. My dick twitched within Audrey’s throat, imagining those lips wrapped around it. After nearly a minute of shocked staring, Amber stepped forward in a haze to examine the official-looking, seal-sporting paper that was pinned next to the photos. She took it off the wall, and her eyes became more and more fearful as they traveled down the page. Finally, the paper slipped out of her hands and fluttered to the floor, as she turned to the post-it note I had left. It read simply, The Crimson. 8:00 p.m. She dropped to her knees, catatonic. I came down Audrey’s throat.

The Crimson Gentlemen’s Club truly was something else. The oldest strip club in the city, it was also among its most popular. Not as high-end as something like Satin Sluts, though still fairly luxurious, and it made up for what it lacked in exclusivity with the sheer volume of top-tier sluts it offered. It was owned by me, but I left its operation to Fabiene LeTaureau, along with most of my other strip clubs and brothels in the city. He was one of the city’s main players in business and backroom politics, and my man to the core.

I was currently enjoying a private show in the VIP room. Three beautiful bitches danced in perfect coordination to Mozart’s Turkish March, as I sipped on a red, watching. I was content to just take in the sights for now, waiting to indulge until after my meeting.

Speaking of, Amber was escorted into the room by a burly bouncer at that moment. He had been rough with her, taking her by the shoulder, at my instruction. Good to leave her shaken for when we got into her future, give her an idea of her alternative to acquiescing to my demands. She had changed clothes, and her new outfit was promising. A tiny miniskirt and see-through tied-off blouse, it carried something of a slutty schoolgirl aesthetic, and was more risquée than her usual attire. Clearly she was prepared to shame herself for my pleasure.

“Hello, dear. Why don’t you take a seat?” I asked politely, gesturing to a wooden stool in front of my chair.

“Mr. Segeste,” Amber said in a subdued tone, her eyes downcast. She was well and truly cowed. She took her seat without complaint, looking like a naughty schoolgirl as I towered over her in my leather armchair.

“Let’s get right to business. That bill has not yet been signed into law, but it can be at a moment’s notice. Don’t kid yourself into thinking the Council will vote against it, they’re all in my pocket. Now, do you understand what will happen to you if that happens?” She nodded wordlessly. “Very well then. Here is what will happen. You will declare before your sorority that you are stepping down as president, and that you have a new sponsor, and that things will be changing there. Then you will become my slut. My whore. My ****. Oh, I’ll pay the price to make it formal sometime soon, but in all practical terms I own you from now on. And your father can’t stop it, can he? Because your whore mother is too much of a slut to know who he is.” Girls without known fathers could be purchased from the government for the minimum rate, $5000. The only reason Amber hadn’t been bought already was because her mother used her influence in the government to block any sale. Of course, I could have just purchased her in the first place, but this way was much more fun. Seeing my childhood nuisance so thoroughly brought under my thumb… It was a joy indeed.

“I understand, sir. I... I will do as you say.” The slut was a far cry from her usual haughty self. Oh, I had no doubt that it was just a performance to butter me up as she knew she had **** but to give in to my demands. She wasn’t broken yet. But she would be, and soon. The bitch was mine now, as she would soon learn in earnest.

“Good. Now to demonstrate your commitment, I want your panties. Take them off and give them to me, right now.”

This was the hardest thing for her. To hand me, her hated rival, her panties like a trophy of conquest (which was what they were), was thoroughly humiliating. She did it nonetheless, sliding the lacy thong down her creamy legs, blushing as I took in the prominent wet spot.

“Well done, slut. Now go to Duncan’s Tattoos on Rose Avenue, and tell him you’re one of my slaves. He’ll know what to give you.” And I gave her a nice slap on the ass to send her on her way.

Then I settled in to enjoy the rest of the strippers' performance.