1. The Evil Angel (part 2)


    Date: 8/15/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Authoritarian, Body modification, Consensual Sex, Domination / Submission, Male Domination, Group Sex, Mind Control, Spanking, Author: Dark_stallion, Source: sexstories.com

    The second part in the fantasy series. Comments, critisisms, pm's are always appreciated. I was seriously overjoyed when someone got the reference to Dragon Reborn in the last part. Part 2 I was sitting at my desk totally zoned out thinking about last night's events. Just then, the phone rang pulling me out of my nostalgia. "Hello, This is Damien Snow." It was a client enquiring about the recent events on the Rutherford Mill, the mill where the CEO and several other people of great demeanour and social status belonging to Aldol Inc. had lost their lives. The converstaion seemed to drag on as I enunciated the events of that incident for the umpteenth time that day. No one seemed to care that I was safe, as I was always the only one who survived. Every single time. Nothing out of the usual this time. Except one thing though. This time I saw an apparition, a silhoutte of a man clad in long black overcoat. Although I couldn't ser him, I could feel his eyes on me. And there was...envy!? He envied me? Because I was the one facing a natural catastrophe and not him? He almost looked like Neo from The Matrix. I would have laughed hard at that wannabe-Keanu Reeves if not for all that water around me. I suddenly had a spark in my mind and concluded the man as an aftereffect of coke and weed. The more I seemed to think about him, the more he seemed real. Just at that instant, I suddenly felt horny again and the events of last night flashed through my mind. Tara. The vessel. As I tried ...
    to focus on the events taking place on the vessel, my head began to hurt again. "Sir, Mr. Woolf is waiting for you." Stacy, my PA informed me entering the room. "Send him in." Stacy began to walk away on hearing this. I couldn't help myself and stared at her ass as she walked away. I was snapped out of my thoughts by Mr. Woolf entering the office. "Good morning, Mr. Woolf.", I said putting my hand in his direction for a handshake. He didn't seem too pleased. Abso-fucking-lutely great, nothing more intriguing than a pissed-off client in the morning. "I have heard some rumors about your company, particularly you, Mr. Snow." Wow! I remembered Ralph Woolf being more cordial. Surprised at his straight-forwardness, I answered,"Mr. Woolf, I assure you that these are nothing more than rumors and have no truth to it." "Yes, I expected that. You wouldn't do such a thing, Damien. I know you better than that. Killing people isn't really your style." We both grinned at that statement. "But if something like that happens to me or my associates, you'd wish that your uncle's company had never been in contact with us. I have powerful people looking over me." He was lying. I could see it in his eyes. He could do nothing even if a common peddler had done something to his associates. With that, he stormed out of my office, again reminding me of that incident. That horrible incident. "Damien, your house is on fire!", Jack, PR manager yelled to me on the phone. "What?", I growled at him and just ...
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