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Blackmailed Manager

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Author's Note: I've been having a tough time writing stories in Tagalog lately, so this one is in English. I'm more comfortable writing in English, so I hope you'll still enjoy it! Let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: Please be advised that the following work of fiction contains themes of rape. Any similarity to actual characters or situations is purely coincidental. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

For six years, I've been weaving a web of deceit around her. My attraction to her beauty and allure has been a constant pull, drawing me closer. I've wormed my way into her trust, studying her every move, searching for weaknesses to exploit. I've aided her in questionable endeavors, all the while biding my time, awaiting the perfect moment to wield the ultimate weapon of blackmail.

But it wasn't my talent or any of my schemes that led to my triumph—it was luck and, I suppose, her own foolishness. As of now, she has two strikes against her: the security guard monitoring the CCTV footage caught her making out with a subordinate in a secluded office hallway. There wasn't much action involved, but it was clear as day that he was kissing and fondling her nipples. The other one was that she deliberately withheld information from her subordinates. It prevented them from adapting to her new policies, as shown in a screenshot.

Okay, the second strike may not be as significant, but it still counts. The first one, well, let's just say that I'm not the only cold-hearted, vile motherfucker around. Some people are truly rotten to the core, so much so that you can confide in them about your most sinister plans and they will not blink an eye. In fact, they'd even help you out if they could get in on the action. That was the guard who saw the CCTV footage.

Somehow, he managed to erase it from the recording without anyone noticing, but he was kind enough to give me a copy for blackmail purposes. All the guy wanted in return was a chance to sleep with her.

And so here we are, the big, burly guard and me, lean and wiry like a coyote. I'm self-aware enough to admit that I'm not exactly easy on the eyes, and neither is the guard. We're both well below her league, but fate has dealt us an unethical hand, gifting us with this porcelain-skinned beauty locked in the same room as us. She's the whitest Filipina you'll ever meet—must be the Russian ancestry. Her long red hair, petite body with C-cup breasts, and long waxed legs are all ours to enjoy. Even in her current state, her face is a vision; she's realized how she's been betrayed by me of all people, and the mix of anger and defeat on her face is incredibly alluring. Those teary eyes are doing strange things to my libido.

I wanted to enjoy her by myself, but this guard demanded he go first and asked me to leave the room to themselves. I tried to protest, but the motherfucker has leverage since he has the recording after all. You can't get everything you want, I guess, so I let him have his fun. I got out of the room, and it was the longest 30 minutes of my life. But it was also the most sexually teasing. Hearing her pained sobs and moans was such a delight to the ears, and I could only imagine what nasty things he's forced upon her.

Then, the door opened, and the guard emerged. The guard has a sinister grin on his face and boasts that she smelled like expensive perfume and had completely shaved genitals, possibly from waxing, that had been intended for her boyfriend. This situation couldn't get any better. Or could it?

I locked myself in the room with her, and she's even prettier now. Her skin is all red with pain, stress, and shame. Her face is infinitely more arousing with all those tears and ruined makeup. Her hair is even more alluring now that it has some traces of cum in it. Gotta hand it to the guard; it looks like he came twice in 30 minutes. That's better than any of the honest guys I know. Unless the cum leaking from her vagina is hers, or... I'm not sure. I like to think the guy busted a nut, used her hair to wipe the semen off it, and then fucked and creampied her pussy. Her tits were quite reddened as well; it looks like the guard snacked on them.

This needs to be documented. That guard can't be trusted. He double-crossed me, technically, earlier by forcing his desires on me. I need my own leverage. Typical, but it always works: photographs of her naked, abused body. It never made sense to me why these things work—wouldn't people be more sympathetic to their plight if they saw her victimized body? Or is all there is to it the shame of being in that state, which really makes girls weak and submissive to it?

I quickly removed my clothes and sat beside her. She was shaking and pleading, but all I could focus on was the sound of her trembling voice. I kissed her gently and hugged her tightly. I took my time laying her down on the bed as she cried softly. I kissed every inch of her face and pinned her down, starting at her neck and working my way down to her shoulders, arms, wrists, hands, and finally, her legs. I had always loved seeing her in skirts and shorts, and I couldn't resist spending extra time kissing, nibbling, and clawing at her thighs. I then retraced my steps back up to her head, this time using my tongue. She was covered in my saliva by the time I reached her legs.

The only thing left untouched up until this point were her breasts and perky nipples. Massaging her breasts didn't bring me much joy—I've always preferred nipples. Once more, I took my time flicking those nipples up and down with my fingers, rolling and lightly pinching them. Then, I started circling my tongue around her areola, teasing her for a few minutes before finally enveloping her nipples with my mouth and licking and sucking at the same time. This went on for like 15 minutes of pure nipple stimulation. She was saying something about sore nipples.

Five more minutes later, and I am still enjoying her nipples. While still sucking and flicking them with my one hand, my other hand snakes down her pussy and flicks around her clitoral area until she's wet enough to accommodate my two fingers going in and out of her pussy.

At some point, she came again. At that point, she just stopped crying. She was practically a starfish at this point, just staring blankly into the ceiling. I guess it's time for an energizer. I forced her to sit up on the bed, and I got behind her, my legs wrapping around her and spreading her thighs. Of course, I was still playing with her nipples while I kissed her shoulders and licked her spine up and down, which appeared to make her body shiver and cringe. Then I nibbled on her ears and whispered every dirty thought I'd ever had in my head.

She still had no reaction whatsoever. I was beginning to miss her cries. Fuck it. Cry for me. Suddenly I yanked her hair back, and she yelped in pain. I sat on her chest and slapped my dick around her face. I repeatedly hit her with my dick while forcing her to cry and beg me to stop. She obliged and claimed I was insane, sick, and twisted. I take that as a compliment.

Then I shoved my dick into her mouth. I stared for 3 minutes straight, just taking in the sight of her pretty face and lips encircling the tip of my penis. She couldn't get any more uncomfortable with the dead silence from me. Then I took a picture of it. Then, I took a video of me slowly fiddling with her mouth, gradually increasing my speed, and making sure I was hitting the back of her throat. The boyfriend must have been lucky; she never gagged.

I was about to cum at this point but decided not to—I could do that some other day. I got my dick out of her mouth just in time before I actually came. I needed some time to recover my stamina and make sure my dick wouldn't explode after a few more thrusts. I got off the bed and stared at her, wondering what I should do next: I couldn't eat her pussy because all the guard's semen was there, too. I wasn't into anal either. Oh, but I could take a video of her jerking me off and cumming all over her pretty face. That's what I did.

At this point, I felt that I had reached my peak dominance over her. That didn't mean just her body—it meant everything: her belongings, her personality, her time, her fashion, and everything. I picked up her expensive blazer and used it to wipe the remaining semen from my dick. Then, we had a long discussion as I reminded her of the dangers of reporting us to the police and what have you. She sounded very compliant.

After that, the guard left. I don't know if he'll blackmail me into borrowing my pet someday, but that's a story for another day. For tonight, though, I got to bathe her myself. She didn't have any spare clothes to get changed in, but I could buy some tomorrow morning and make her dress however the hell I want. Tonight, I get to enjoy cuddling up to her as we watch some Netflix. Tonight, we get to share the same bed and the same sheets. Tomorrow, I'll wake up and enjoy the world that is now mine to rule—I have become God.