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Everything was finally falling into place. After weeks of dangerous heists, risky business ventures, and feuding with rival gangs, they had finally made a name for themselves. The Saints . Everyone in Santo Ileso knew who they were, what they stood for, and there was no one left to stand in their way. A party was in order, and not just any party, but a complete and utter rager. A wild and outrageous party to celebrate all the team had accomplished together. The arrangements were made swiftly, it seemed like overnight that all the planning and preparation was finalized. Now all that was left was the arrival of The Boss to kick things off.
With the bass of the music thumping and more and more people filing in, Kevin dialed his cellphone and waited for the answer. Before The Boss could even speak, Kevin excitedly cut her off.
“Hey! Where are you? The big party's getting started. We can't kick it off without you! ”
His excitement brought a small grin to her face.
“Crap. I lost track of time. On my way, I wouldn't miss it for the world.”
It wasn't long before The Boss could see the flashing lights of the church out in the distance. Whatever racket Kevin was DJing could be heard from at least 5 blocks away. The Boss threaded through traffic on her motorbike, anticipating a completely crazy night full of booze, dancing and friends. After all the friends had done together, it still felt like there was something, or someone, missing.
The Nahualli.
The Boss’s feelings about The Nahualli were… complicated to say the least. She hated him, then she pitied him, then she needed him, and now she was left not knowing how she felt. After team bonding and robbing a train, The Nahualli had really grown on her. At first she thought it was just reverence and respect, but the more time they spent together, she wasn't so sure. Even in the middle of a shootout, she could feel his stare lingering just a little too long. But after handing him his well deserved share of the train heist, she had yet to hear from him again. The Boss couldn't help but think of those lonely nights where she found her finger hovering over his contact in her phone, fantasizing about what would happen if she called him.
Soon enough though, The Boss’s motorbike pulled into the garage at The Church and all her thoughts about the Nahualli were pushed out of her mind when she saw her team. The roommates stood outside waiting for her, greeting her with their waves and smiles. The Boss joined them as they all looked up at the magnificent church they had practically created out of nothing. Eli was the first to break the silence.
“We built this. Together.”
The Boss chuckled.
“Thanks for getting shot Eli.”
Eli patted The Boss on the back as Neenah chimed in.
“Should we go in?”
With a deep breath, The Boss responded.
“You guys go. I just want to take a minute out here.”
No one second guessed her request. Seeing everything come together like this was a lot to take in for any of them. The Boss closed her eyes and smiled, thinking back to how just a few weeks earlier she was working for the pathetic Marshalls and now she had built one of the greatest crime empires Santo Ileso had ever seen. A voice from the darkness broke through her retrospection.
“Heard there's a party..”
The voice was gruff and familiar. Could it be?
“Hey!”
The Boss couldn't believe her eyes. The Nahualli had finally returned. After offering him a spot in not just their gang but her and her and her roommate's friend circle, she hadn't heard from him since. She was surprised he even showed up. Her face lit up as he came into view.
“It's good to see you man.”
She didn't want to sound too eager. They were barely even friends and there's no way that he had any inkling of her feelings for him, or at least she hoped. She had been sure to always keep it cool, calm and collected.
“I've been thinking a lot about what you said. About The Saints.”
The Nahualli stepped closer to her, filling in the gap of cold nighttime air in between them.
“I've been alone for a long time…I always viewed friends as a liability… a weakness.”
The Boss's eyes glinted with a hint of sadness. She knew how he felt, it was exactly how she had felt before meeting her roommates who truly had become her best friends. She didn't want him to feel alone. The Nahualli continued.
“... But I was wrong. Seeing you with Kev, Neenah, Eli. They really make you stronger…”
The Boss felt warm inside just hearing her friends' names, having someone recognize what an amazing team they all made together.
“Yeah. They really do.”
The Nahualli took one step closer, too close to be portrayed as friendly anymore. The Boss felt her hands clam up and her throat dry. Geez, she could fight off 20 enemies at once, steal a helicopter, and jump off the tallest buildings in Santo Ileso and none of that made her feel like he did.
The look in his eyes felt hungry, like it was staring into the deepest parts of her soul. But she detected something different, something… off. The Nahualli leaned forward, but instead of letting his lips meet hers just like she wanted, his hand grabbed her neck and began squeezing.
“But let's face it, I’m just a better version of you.”
He smiled as he watched the color drain from her face. Even with tears flooding the Boss’s eyes, she stared into his.
“You need to be put into your place, can't you see? Your friends need better than you. They need me. And I can't do that with you and your ego getting in my way.”
The Boss struggled to shake her head, her head spinning from lack of oxygen. The Nahualli leaned in closer until his lips were right in front of hers.
“... and that's why I'm going to fuck you until you see who the real boss is. Who really deserves this empire.”
The Boss’s eyes widened. Every fiber of her being seethed with rage. The Nahualli would be stuck rotting in prison if it weren't for her and now he had the audacity to want to take away everything she had created? And yet hearing him say that he wanted to fuck her made warmth flood into her groin. She couldn't deny that she wanted him, but this was never the way she imagined it as she laid alone in her room, letting her fingers drift down beneath her waistband. The Nahualli’s lips grazed against hers, just enough to send an electric bolt down her body, but not enough that it gave her what she was craving. His hand released from her throat, giving her just enough time for a single gasp of air before his hand moved up to grab a handful of her hair. The Boss tried her best to kick or claw at him but there was no point. She knew he bested her when it came to physical strength and as he dragged her like a rag doll, fighting became useless.
Her scalp burned from his fingers being deeply entangled into her hair as The Nahaulli dragged her towards the graveyard behind the church. Most of the partygoers were inside enjoying the loud music and drinks and the graveyard was completely empty. He threw her over the top of a gravestone face first as he stood over her, looking down at her back with pity.
“Don't even try to scream. No one can hear you out here. You're all mine now.”
The Boss thrashed against the stone, attempting to free herself, attempting to alert her friends. But her attempts were worthless. The Nahualli was already standing over her, effortlessly pushing her down with a single hand. He laughed watching her writhe, slipping one hand in between her legs and roughly rubbing at her groin.
“Mmm, ever since the first time I saw you, when you were wearing that tight little Marshall outfit, I've wanted to take you. To own you.”
As The Nahualli rubbed faster, The Boss couldn't help but let a small feeble whimper escape from her lips. She hated that she wanted him, she hated that she actually liked this. She could feel her panties getting moist and she resented letting him win. The Nahualli chuckled.
“Oh you like that do you? I didn't think it would be this easy to turn you into a good little whore for me. With that rough exterior you put on, I looked forward to breaking it down piece by piece.”
The Boss squirmed harder, trying to kick her feet free and escape his grasp. But between his tight hold on her and the wetness growing in between her legs, putting up a fight wasn't easy. It seemed that the harder she fought, the more he enjoyed watching her helplessly squirm. The Nahualli pressed his body on top of hers to ensure she couldn't move, before tracing his hands up to her waist and roughly pulling her pants down. The Boss grunted and tried to flail her arms to hit him, but he had leverage on his side.
“Get off me!”
The Boss could tell she sounded half hearted in her command. It was of no use either way, as the Nahualli had his own plans he wouldn't waiver from.
“Not until I'm finished with you. Not until you're my broken, useful little slut. Now say ‘yes sir’.”
Nahualli's hand returned to her crotch, roughly rubbing at The Boss’s damp panties.
“Fuck you.”
The Boss had no intention of giving him the satisfaction of breaking her. With one hand preoccupied, The Nahualli reached his other hand to his knife handle, reaching it to sit on the delicate skin of The Boss’s neck.
“You heard me, now say it.”
The reality of the situation was truly sinking in. The Boss knew that the Nahualli held the power in this situation, and as easily as he could fuck her, he could have just killed her instead. He pawed at her crotch and she reluctantly responded between gritted teeth.
“... yes Sir.”
The Nahualli purred as she complied, slipping her damp panties to the side. The rough skin of his fingertips made contact with The Boss’s wet pussy and she automatically let out a small moan.
“Your brain tries to fight it, but your body already knows your place.”
Hearing The Nahualli taunt her made her brain fill with rage as she thrashed against him once again. Her pathetic attempt at fighting him off only made him want her more. The cold blade on her neck pressed more firmly into her skin, making it difficult to do anything but sit there and take it. The Nahualli’s gentle brush with her folds was only a temporary relief as The Boss heard the clank of his belt buckle behind her, she knew what came next. Suddenly she was greeted with the warm, hard tip of his cock sitting at her entrance. She hardly had time to plead or resist before she felt him slam inside her.
The Boss couldn't see his cock, but by the way it filled her up and brushed against her cervix, she knew it had to be huge. There was no time for her to think of anything else as The Nahualli pulled out and slammed into her again, forcing a scream from her lips. He settled into a fast paced rhythm, pounding into her with no mercy. Hearing her cry out only fueled him to go harder and faster. Each time he thrusted, her wetness only seemed to grow, her pussy welcoming him in and practically begging him to fuck her. She wanted to fight him, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of giving her pleasure, but she couldn't help but moan loudly every time she felt him thrust. Her mind began to grow foggy, sinking deeper into the immense pleasure she felt from getting roughly pounded by him.
“Oh that's right. I knew you'd like this. Now tell me that you're my little slut. Tell me that I own you and your tight little pussy.”
The Nahualli said, his voice strained from the effort he was putting in to fucking her. The Boss squirmed and shook her head no, which only caused him to go harder.
“Did I stutter? I said tell me who owns this fucking pussy.”
The Boss shook her head again. She knew how wet she was, she knew she could feel the heat rising inside of her, but she would never give him the satisfaction he so desperately wanted. The Nahualli pulled his cock out and The Boss moaned, feeling the cold air brush against her now empty hole. The Nahualli repositioned and placed his hard cock at the entrance to The Boss’s tight puckered asshole. He leaned down closer to her face, his warm breath tickling her ear.
“Soon you'll learn. Soon you'll see who owns you. I know you like this, and it'll only be a matter of time before you break completely.”
The Boss closed her eyes and tried to block his words out as she felt the tip of his cock push into her ass. The Nahualli was anything but gentle as he fully hilted himself inside of her. The Boss let out a loud scream, pain and pleasure mixing together and making her mind feel further clouded. The Nahualli leaned off of her, the cock in her ass being the only thing he needed to hold her down now. He resumed the pace he had set with her pussy, The Boss feeling even more strained in her far tighter hole. The Nahualli gripped her ass to steady himself, grinding himself into her, reaching the depths of her ass.
With each stroke, The Boss felt like she was losing herself even more. All she could think about was her deep desire to feel The Nahualli fill her. How her pussy felt desperately empty, how good it felt to be completely debased by him. She shook her head. She needed to stay grounded, but it was just so difficult when deep down, she wanted him so badly.
The Nahualli reached his fingers underneath his cock, hooking them into The Boss’s wet folds, maneuvering them to reach her g spot. The Boss cried out as she felt him penetrate both her holes. She felt an unfamiliar pressure build, but it was as if the Nahualli knew exactly what he was doing. His cock and fingers worked in tandem. Suddenly The Boss felt his fingers pull out of her suddenly and her pussy flexed, spraying her juices down her legs. Her entire body slumped over the grave stone as she felt pulse after pulse of warm liquid squirt out from inside her. Her body was weak from getting fucked, her legs giving out from underneath her.
The Nahualli didn't let up on pounding her ass as she squirted on the ground and collapsed underneath him, knowing his work was almost finished. He wanted her to beg for more, he wanted her to admit that he owned her. All he desired was possessing her as nothing more than his own broken down whore that only existed for his pleasure.
“Are you ready to be a good girl, mija? Tell me I own you.”
The Boss couldn't fight his commands, her throat was sore and scratchy from her cries but she complied.
“Y-you own me sir.”
The Boss could hardly move as she felt the thick shaft of his cock move between her cheeks. She felt dirty and used but all she wanted was to cum. All she wanted was to feel The Nahualli's hot sticky seed inside of her. The Nahualli laughed maniacally as he heard her finally confess what he wanted to hear.
“That's right, I own you.”
The Boss was done fighting and done resisting. All she wanted was to be fucked by him. With little remaining strength, she muttered out.
“Please sir, please cum in my ass.”
Hearing her beg like that drove The Nahualli crazy, unleashing the rest of his stamina. He held her hips in place as he pounded his own hips into her, feeling his orgasm growing near. The Boss had been reduced to a pathetic horny mess, letting animalistic cries of pleasure rise from within her. Her limp body made for the perfect fuckdoll, and with one final thrust the Nahualli emptied himself inside her. The warm feeling of his load filled her body, and The Boss whined and weeped.
“Oh yeah, that's right, you're all mine now.”
The Nahualli moaned as the last drops of cum emptied into her hole. As his cock twitched inside of her, he leaned over her again, whispering into her ear.
“I'm going to make you into My perfect possession. You'll please me whenever I wish. And maybe I'll even put you to use to please your little friends too. Since it seems like being a slut is the one thing you can do right.”
The Nahualli pulled out, his seed dripping from her ass down onto her pussy, leaving her with one final slap to her cunt. The Boss was slumped over the grave stone, her slick folds exposed and her knees weak. She hated being bested, but she couldn't help but find herself craving to be what Nahualli wanted. She heard the sound of his zipper, and the sound of his boots against the dirt as he walked away, leaving her weak and contemplating what her future would look like with him in charge.