Succession

I guess the text message I made Anna-Marie send was quite powerful.

After all, the effects could be heard almost immediately.

First there was a bang. Then a thud. Then a few more bangs and a few more thuds.

Until there was a constant, nasty, noise racket coming from Maria’s office.

Sophie and Lana tried to keep writing, even though it was obvious they could hear it too. Every once in a while, after a particularly aggressive noise, they turned their heads to me with questioning looks.

I just smiled back at them.

This meant things were going well. Really well.

I felt so happy, that I slowly walked behind Lana, and softly laid my hands on her feminine shoulders.

She shivered from my touch.

It took a while, but finally she dared to look up at me. With her scared puppy dog eyes. This time actually pausing her typing.

I squeezed her shoulders tightly.

“You did good, bitch. You will be rewarded,” I said.

…And not as a whisper.

Time for whispering was now over.

Sophie definitely heard me. Ulla showed her first signs of life by glancing in our direction.

Lana hesitated for a while… But finally allowed herself to smile.

“mm.. okay… t-thanks…. S-sir…”

I slowly poked her pretty little cheek with my index finger. That seemed to make her even more happier.

From there… I carefully slid the finger between her full, red lips.

For the briefest moments, she glanced at her co-workers.

Then she slowly, and carefully… took the finger into her mouth.

And began sucking it.

Sensually. While looking up at me.

There was almost a worshipping quality in the way she was doing it.

She sure has come a long way now.

I turned to Ulla. Despite everything that happened yesterday… There was clear disbelief in her eyes. After all… She had no idea Lana was capable of acting like this.

A part of her clearly wanted to speak out. To yell. Like she used to do, whenever she perceived injustice or something that was out of place.

Whenever women were treated as mere sex objects.

But not anymore. When our eyes met…

She shirked away, turning back to her computer. Quickly.

Pretending that the finger-sucking, that was happening a few feet from her… wasn’t taking place.

Even with Lana making the slurping sound a bit noisier now.

Her lips sounded so… wet. Like they… needed my finger for sustenance.

After everything I put her through recently… it was like she was rapidly shedding all sense of decency.

As was Sophie, I guess.

She couldn’t turn her head from the show in front of her. No way.

She was red as a beetroot. Breathing hard and sweating profusely.

Her table was between us, so I couldn’t see what her hands were doing.

But based on her slow, rhythmic movements…

She was already fingering herself to this.

After all, it was just few steps removed from her current, biggest perversion: Me headfucking Lana.

…I wouldn’t go there, though. Not yet. Not until…

Oh yeah. Seemed like the banging coming from Maria’s office finally slowed down.

All I could hear were the wet slurps of my red-headed **** as she payed homage to her master’s hand.

Then…

I heard the one thing I definitely wanted to.

Gretchen’s office door opening up, and her marching quickly towards Maria’s office.

Yes. It was so close now…

GRETCHEN

After all those horrible sounds… I mean it sounded like Maria suddenly invited a demolition crew into her office… I was a bit scared to open up her door.

But she had summoned me. Immediately.

First I gave the door a polite little knock…

But no answer.

Then…

“You can come in.”

That wasn’t Maria’s voice. …It was Hayley’s.

I carefully creaked the door open-

It was as I feared.

All the books… All the ornaments… The multiple paintings on the wall…

Things lay in tatters.

It was like the room had exploded.

So many objects on the floor. Books ripped apart, paintings cracked in half, expensive glass ornaments in a billion fucking pieces… And there was definitely a fist-sized crack on the wall.

But… The two people in the room didn’t seem to mind.

Hayley was furiously typing something on her laptop… Almost in light speed.

Maria stood with her back to me. Staring at her wall.

“Sit down,” she finally ordered her usual, direct monotone.

I quickly scurried to the one seat that had somehow survived the- well, whatever the fuck happened in here.

Then… a long scary silence.

As was the custom with her.

But this time… It felt more real. I could only hear the tap-tap-tap from Hayley’s extremely driven fingers.

Then, finally… Maria exhaled deeply and sat down in her chair.

It was hard to describe what I was seeing. She was definitely angry… But in an oddly… frail way? She didn’t look me intensely in the eye, as she usually did, she was just… somewhere else, mentally.

“Gretchen… as it turns out… I need to deal with this issue fast,” she said.

Did I hear… a crack in her voice?

All of this was extremely odd. I mean…

Whatever it was, it had to have something to do with Master. But I wasn’t privy to that information. I just wished… That… I don’t know…

“Wh-What issue?” I asked.

“I’ll be… handing over… the ownership of the magazine to you. In a matter of moments.”

Oh my God.

It was… actually happening…

I was genuinely surprised, and I had problems finding the right words.

Master had… somehow succeeded?

But… how?

“Hayley there is finishing up the contract,” she said in a quieter tone.

…Is this the reason for the… explosion?

She really didn’t want to do this, so she had an **** outburst and threw everything all over the place? Like a mad tantrum?

It was already feeling like a miracle that Hayley had somehow survived Maria’s insane **** on her own office.

But… how on Earth…

“I understand this comes very quickly to you. It comes quickly to me too. This was the last thing I wanted to do today. I always planned… To leave the magazine to you… But I really didn’t want to be hung over and feeling this shitty when I did so.”

I could see her eyes were a little baggy and bloodshot. She did drink a fuckton last night.

“But… why…”

“I currently can’t explain things further. And as it is… This will not be a permanent thing. I’m sorry.”

“W-what?”

“There will be a clause in the contract. That clause will give me absolute authority to receive the ownership back whenever I choose to enact it. Isn’t that so, Hayley?”

Hayley kept typing with one hand and gave us a thumbs up with another. Wow. She was a machine.

This was all so fucking weird.

But… It was still nothing compared to the month I’ve had with Master. Weird doesn’t even begin to describe my life anymore. The weirdness was depressing usual at this point.

“But… Maria… please just… can you just… explain… at least something?”

“No.”

…

Um, okay… I guess she just wanted me to-

All of a sudden she stood up, leaned on the desk and got real close to me.

“I’m leaving this magazine to you… because I trust you thousand times more than anybody else in this building. Do you understand me?”

Before I could stutter a reply, she already continued.

“I will be gone for a while. It could be a really short while. Like a week. Or a month. Or two months. But I will be back. Once my problems… are resolved. Okay?”

…There was… a strange ominous tone to her words.

“…okay…”

“Also, I need you to promise to do something while I’m gone.”

“…yes?”

“Jack Dingle. I couldn’t fire him. For multiple reasons. But you could.”

Oh shit.

“I-I-I…”

“But I don’t want you to. Make his life a living Hell. If he wants to quit on his own, I don’t care, but really make him hate his job. Grind his balls to dust. Treat him like a worthless piece of shit. Kick him down any chance you get. **** him mentally. Do anything you can to make him curse his own existence. Got it?”

…

For a moment, I was stunned, but then I realized… this was exactly the thing we were aiming for. She needed to trust me.

I put on my most devilish smile, and said…

“No problem.”

She smiled back. In her own, devilish way.

“Send me a weekly- no, a daily diary about how you made him feel like shit each day. Include pictures if you can.”

“…Will do.”

Fuck. I’d gotten way too familiar with Maria’s sadistic side this week… But still… She seemed to enjoy that way more than was healthy.

Then… seemingly a little more relaxed…

She finally sat back down.

“Done!” Hayley suddenly shouted, lifting her fingers off the keyboard.

“…Well then. Let’s get this done. Take good care of Mirage for me. It’s my baby.”

“…We wil- I mean I will. Ma’am.”