Really raped his boss and made her a sex slave

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I'm really annoyed today because I'm about to lose my job. It's all because of our slutty female boss. She's
a bad always cheating on me, and as a result, the whole company was liquidated by the board, leaving me, who was doing just fine, to lose my job.
I can't let this go unpunished, so I made a meticulous plan to teach that bitch a lesson tonight.

Because it's a company liquidation, all the security equipment is off, and everyone's gone. I figured this bitch would be
working overtime at noon because she has some documents involving personal interests to deal with, so I'd strike then.
I put on a hood, took out the wrench I'd prepared beforehand, and quietly pushed open the manager's office door. As I expected,
that bitch had definitely drunk the drink I gave her this afternoon—laced with hallucinogens and laxatives—and was now
sitting in the manager's office toilet. I sneered, and the bitch asked in surprise, "Who's there?"

"Bang!"

I wasn't that stupid; I knocked her unconscious in one swift motion. While she was unconscious, the bitch soiled herself, and I
took out a plastic bag to collect everything, including what was in the toilet; I'd need it later. Then, I carefully
dragged that bitch out and cleaned her up, even reaching into her back door to feel it. It was indeed clean; it seemed
the preparations for anal sex were complete.

No need to waste time, I put on a condom and carefully wiped the grease off with paper, because I wanted this
bitch to suffer immense pain. After laying her flat on the executive desk, I pinched her nipples hard, and as she
woke up, I thrust my huge cock in.

"Ah..."

she screamed, and I twisted my hips even more vigorously, making her tremble.

"Ah...it hurts so much...please have mercy, I...I'll give you anything!"

the bitch gasped, begging for mercy. I ignored her completely, thrusting faster and faster, and incidentally, I pushed
the gold pen into her left nipple.

"Waaah...ah..."

The moans instantly turned into screams, but in this soundproof manager's office, even if someone was outside,
they wouldn't hear clearly, because this was originally intended to prevent the employees from hearing the secrets inside, and now it had turned
into this bitch's tragedy. Without making a sound, I twisted her bleeding left nipple back and forth. She gradually became
unable to even scream, probably because the hallucinogen was taking effect. I also felt her vagina gradually becoming wet; it seemed this bitch was starting to
experience pleasure. I couldn't let her get away with it so easily.

I pulled out my penis and touched the surface of the condom with my hand; it was already covered in her vaginal fluid. What a born
bitch! I wiped the surface of the condom dry again, turned her around, and she sensed the danger, mumbling
, "No... not there..."

How could I listen? I mercilessly thrust into her anus, frantically pumping in and out, and soon the liquid
appeared—it must be blood. I was so happy; I finally made this bitch bleed!
The price had finally come, but I wasn't going to stop there. Because of the hallucinogen, the bitch's screams had
become weak and feeble. So I shoved the hair curler into her vagina. The bitch finally reacted
, but I had already gagged her with the tape I had used to collect feces and urine. She
swallowed everything she had just excreted. I pinched her nose, forcing her to eat it all, while my penis was still inside her anus
. After she finished eating, I sealed her mouth with tape and started pulling the curler back and forth,
increasing the intensity of the thrusting. The intense pleasure was overwhelming, and I knew I was about to ejaculate.

I finally ejaculated, feeling a tingling sensation in my lower back. After all, I would never be so
reckless with my wife. Seeing that both of the bitch's holes were bleeding and couldn't close, I was satisfied with my
handiwork I nodded, pulled out the curler, and seeing the bitch's tearful expression, my penis got hard again.
I didn't care about anything else and started thrusting in and out of her still bleeding vagina, having another round. After two battles,
it was getting late, and I was tired; it was time to get down to business. I found all her files. That bitch had indeed been involved in
many shady deals. This time, I could gain favor with the board and shift all the blame onto
her , paving my way to a higher position. I coldly asked for her bank card PIN, promising to release her. She
readily gave it to me. I then tied her up, led her out of the office building, to the parking lot, locked her
in the trunk, and leisurely drove to the nearest bank. Using her ID and bank card, I transferred money
to a new account. A few days later, I would make a few more transfers, and no one would be able to trace the money. Then, I
drove to the suburbs, leaving the bitch in the basement of her secret villa, leashed her, gave her some
food and water, and returned home safely.

I quietly took off my clothes, pulled the vibrator out of my wife's vagina, shook her awake (she was still unconscious),
kissed her, and said, "Darling, you were amazing today!"

My wife was still a little dizzy, but remembered the feeling inside her vagina. She kissed me and said, "You were amazing too
! How long did we do it?"

"Probably the whole morning? Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, I'll cook!"

I smiled and said I would cook, then put on my clothes and got out of bed satisfied. I now had at least one alibi
, although it was almost impossible to need it, but I still paid attention.

Things unfolded as I expected: that bitch was discovered to have absconded with the money, and I promptly produced
evidence of several improper transactions, saving the company from losses. Although the company was still restructured, I managed to
keep my position and even got a promotion. With the money, I made a covert deal, buying the villa registered under an empty account—of course, during this time I kept that bitch on my side, occasionally venting
my frustrations on her.
Then, I started a different secret life, spending most of my time as a dutiful
husband , father, and senior manager. Occasionally, when work pressure got high, I would go to the villa and give that bitch
a good beating.

Now, she's a complete sex slave. Do you want her?

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