Yes

"Untie me. I need to fuck," I say, simply.

He responds with merely a belly laugh. "They all say that. It doesn't work on me. I know you're bluffing. Plus, you just came in my daughter's mouth, so no orders for a couple hours."

Charles Reeves had an interesting background. Like me, he was born with a genetic irregularity. He couldn't **** people to fuck him, but he didn't take any bullshit. He was an Intolerant, a person predisposed to ignoring, obfuscating, and ridiculing the orders of the Erection Dependent.

They were rare, rarer than EDPs, but they were useful. Reeves had managed to use his skill to send his wealthy family, and more importantly himself, into the upper echelons of society. First in law, then in government, then in business, and now in Hollywood.

I realized he had no problem killing. And somewhere along the line, he had no problem fucking his own daughter, using her as a tool for his murders. His goons were recounting tales of **** victims. And he was a lawyer for the government, a true fiend.

I struggled with my ropes, as Reeves sat with a frozen smile. "What do you want?" I asked.

"I need you. My brilliance and money can only go so far. I'm in a bit of a... business dispute with an associate of mine on the board at Porthole. I need you to fuck her and **** her, so I can take over as CEO."

"Do it yourself, asshole."

"That's not how it works, my friend. If I kill her, even with my resources, I'm the prime suspect and they'll eventually nail me. Even I, the great Charles Reeves, can't talk my way out of prison in that scenario. But if you, if you decide to fuck her while strangling her or fuck her underwater for too long... then they'll just give you a pat on the back and a hardy handshake."

"I can't ****. They'll send me to EDP jail."

"Bullshit. That's an old wives' tale. There's no such thing. Worst thing, the Masoños might get upset, but I know how to deal with them. Plus they went into hiding after that fiasco in Wisconsin," apparently there was some big EDP shooting in Wisconsin recently with an organization, comprised of Masoños, appointed to reign in n EDP behavior.

"Without the Masoños, it's up to me to protect the world from you. I could either implant one of these needles," he lifted up an armrest to expose a bunch of syringes, "and drop your body off at Charlie Sheen's house, where no one will question your fate, or you could do what I ask and we become the best of friends."

"Fine, kill me. They'll find out."

"No they won't. I've been killing punk kids like you for thirty years. They never catch on." His voice was seething with anger. "Now you could either do that, or you could play ball. Kill Mrs. Jeralds and become my bestest friend."

I contemplate the ****, the task laid out ahead of me. If I just agree, I could finagle a way to escape later. If I disagree, he'll kill me now. The choice seems obvious.

Before I can give him the obligatory Yes, he interrupted my thoughts, "And I know what you're going to answer, and how genuine it may or may not be. So I have an extra incentive for you."

The door opened, and my stomach fell as I saw what I saw. Janice, naked and crying as the tall man carried her in. He had noise cancelling headphones as he held her, still tightly bound, over his shoulders.

"Thank you, Winters," said Reeves, for my benefit, as he helped his assistant place Janice on an antique polar bear rug.

Winters left as Reeves swallowed some blue pills. "I know it probably meant nothing to watch me fuck my daughter, since you don't give a fuck about her. But this fat chick we found you with... well, she had all sorts of stories about you."

He turned his assistance to her, "Isn't that right, Ms. DiAngelo?" He groped her tit as I gritted my teeth.

"Please don't hurt him," she said, between sobs. I noted some whip marks from what I surmised was a **** session.

The asshole Reeves just laughed. "Don't hurt him? Hah! See, Johnny Boy, everyone just cares about you. You're a saint in all your **** victims' eyes."

His hands felt her body, groped both tits, slid down her love handles, neaded her ass, and possibly slipped something into her cunt.

"Don't you fucking touch her, man! I'll kill your boss. I'll do whatever the fuck you want."

"Oh, you will. I'm certain of that." He laughed as he continued to masturbate Janice. "Because if you don't, I'll kill Velma Dinkley here."

My anger subsided, replaced by bargaining. "Please..."

"In the meantime, to celebrate our agreement, I feel like having a good fuck. Don't worry. I'm pretty sure you knocked her up by now." He pulled out his erect cock, and stared at me as he got into the proper position.

"Would you look at that?" He laughed, "She's already wet for me. You picked a good whore, my friend."

"Don't do it. We agreed. Don't..."

"You're a broken record, John," he said, as he pounded into Janice, almost as loud as the pounding of my heart. "It doesn't feel so good to be cuckholded, does it?" He laughed as he slapped Janice's ass while pounding into her tied-up form, doggy style. She seemed numb, and mute, as the man **** her.

"Oh man, she must've been a virgin before you fucked her. I love virgins," the balding man smiled, showcasing his whitened teeth as I stared at him in desperation.

"I'm just going to fuck her this once, unless you fail me. And then I'll fuck her again, for her last time."

How long he took, I could not tell, but she was duly and truly fucked by the time he came. "Boy, I was dreading having to fuck that thing when they showed me the pics, but I'm glad I went through with it. You have good taste, my friend."

I looked at him. "Just tell me what to do." At the press of a button, Winters came in, still wearing the headphones and avoiding my glare, he took up Janice, leaking Reeves' fluids, as well as her own, and left to my objection.

"We'll hold onto her, in a secure location, and you do what I tell you." He cut off my bounds and handed me what looked like a thick piece of black cardboard. I looked at the knife he had used, the needles near the armrest, and even the large antlers mounted on the wall, but did nothing.

Reeves smiled. "I'll call you tomorrow, and give you your marching orders. Your house is about forty miles east of here. I'm sure you can find a ride." He laughed as I shuffled out of the room, naked and ashamed at my cowardice.

"Don't forget your crown, your majesty," he said, laughing as he tossed the plastic toy crown at me that had fallen by the wayside.