So this is a little something I've been working on. I haven't abandoned my other story (Hazel), in fact I've been working various stories. When I get stuck in one, I write another and so on and so on and so on...
This one might not be for everybody, it can get pretty dark.

Anyway, enjoy!

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[align=center]Movin' Up[/align]

I’m on top of the world, baby!

Ever since I got the Moonsoon account, it’s been all high stakes, nonstop winning for this old fellow.
Money, power, bitches… I gots them all. Best office, best salary. Lookin’ all mighty good. I even got my own private bathroom and… My own secretary.
Or should I say…

Mistress?


HO-HO YEAH



It was just two weeks ago. Two freakin’ weeks ago!
I got this nice new office, with a handcrafted desk and all that noise. A goddamn battlestation… well, actually is a pc that I should only use for work, but fuck that noise.
I’m in the zone, baby.
With my promotion came the prestigious award of having my personal pair of walking tits, doing every menial task I command her to do.
I get dozens of resumes, I get all the fevers I could possibly take: african, asian, indian, arab, latin…
On the first day of the interview I felt like the last man on earth, and these girls were my subjects, all getting in line to honor thy just emperor.
There were some bootylicious black girls, but all of them had defiance in their eyes. I need servitude, sister!
The japs had some nice cocksucking lips, but not much going around… next!
White girls, like always, are plain boring.
And the hispanics had a great pair of knockers but the ol’bitchy attitude.

Was I sad? Depressed?

HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL NO.
All sizes, all colors, the next one sexier than the last one, it was merry go round of fuckability, a carnival of lust!
And it was only the first day. Or so I thought…
Because after all the bimbos and heartbreakers, there’s was one last gal.

I looked at her resume (well actually her picture and age).
   
A brunette, almost red-haired girl in her mid-twenties. With a classical “girl next door” look. Her flowery blouse made her look so innocent, so pure, so… corruptible.
“Send the next one” I told my temporal receptionist (old Gretchen) with a smirk.

There walks this pair of long legs. Exposed legs. Wearing high-hells (I love a classy girl). A nice tight mini skirt. A white business shirt. Her almost red long hair resting in her shoulders.
She looked so professional and so submissive. She would’ve looked innocent if it weren’t for a single trivial detail.

   
The girl was pregnant.

Way to break a guy’s fantasy, kid.
“Take a seat, why won’t you” I told her. I’m a gentleman, you see.
She started waddling towards the chair, with an elegance I didn’t find in the other interviews. This girl, with her swollen belly, has beaten all the other flat bellies that came before her.
“So… you got stringed by a bee or something?” I asked her.
Immutable, she responded with a simple “Excuse me?”
I pointed at her belly and said “That swollenness is either a sting or you’re what we call ‘knock-up’”.
   
“Oh… well, yes. I’m 8 months along” she said stroking her belly. Huh, a pregnant girl… never had one before. I admit, I was sickened… but curious.
“Well, your condition will obviously affect your job performance, and let’s not get into maternity leave” I said trying not to look into the most amazing pair of tits this world has ever seen “I mean, you’re like, just about to drop that load”.
She laughed, didn’t even seen fazed by all my fat jokes. “My pregnancy won’t affect my functions, sir, I pledge by it. And yes, I’m just about to err… pop” she said giggling, then got professional again and said “But I assure you, I’ll complete every single task you make me perform before the deadline. My resume is a reference of that”.
Well, I skimmed through her resume. But she got a point; there were some pretty impressive stuff there. Mostly she had a head for numbers.
We talked about her job experience and the usual. I gotta say, when she first walked the door, I was about to call it a day. After that… not so much.
I told her we would contact her. I may be an asshole, but I got no heart to get her hopes high.
A preggo… should I or should I not? For one thing I already know the baby ain’t mine. But on the other hand, isn’t it like gross? I needed to ponder this conon-

   
Then I saw in all mighty glory, and oh Lord what a bountiful gift you have gave me. A nice round butt, wiggling away into the horizon.

That woman was hired. The search for the mistress was over.

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Name of the model: Ivola.
Sadly, there's not much of her (I think she only modeled while in a advance stage of pregnancy, so no before and after pics). She has some videos and pictures in Mypreggo and ATK Aunt Judy's.

[align=center]Fondlin' up[/align]

I thought she was exaggerating. But the girl didn’t really take a break.
Needed to clean up some files? She already had an organized category for each individual file and disposed of anything that wasn’t relevant anymore.
Did I want something from the deli? Before I even had a chance to crave something, she would appear with whatever I wanted to eat, still fresh and warm.
She didn’t even pull all that PC crap. I could call her “honey”, “sweetie”, “baby”, “bird” and she wouldn’t even flinch. She would just smile and ask me if I needed anything.
And that sweet behind of hers…
I’d call her only to tell her I didn’t need anything, and just like that she would leave, wiggling that cute butt of her on the way out.
She was the perfect secretary.

Now, I just needed a mistress.

But first, I’d make her have no choice in the matter.
After all, you don’t get to where I am if you don’t bend some rules.

A week after she started, I let her help me manage the Moonsoon account.
We spend the days sorting out numbers, taking some from here and adding them there… everywhere, all over the place.
Child’s play, but with her I don’t even move a muscle.
But she’s smart; she knows that what she’s doing is money laundering.
But she does it anyway, greed won her over and just like that… she took the bait.

She’s part of the game now.

   
Her income is getting as bigger and her gut. After all she’s been doing a good work.
One night I decided set in motion my master plan.
I call her up, and tell her to verify some transactions from Moonsoon. This girl doesn’t rest; she even takes extra hours just to get the job done.
In her usual professional tone, she asks me if she could be of assistance and I tell her to come closer to look at some sheets.
She elegantly waddles towards me and the pc. Since there isn’t’ a seat nearby (I made sure of it) she has to lean over the desk to take a better look at the screen.
I get a close up look at her engorged milk cans, barely being contained inside her shirt.
My hand slowly makes its way to her butt…
She looks so concentrated, so eager to be of help!
I instantly grab her soft round bum and give it a good squeeze.
She gasps and turns to me.

I finally did it…
I finally got a reaction out of her!

“C-could you please… remove your hand out of there, sir?” she says, staring at nothing in particular. I enjoy every part of the moment.

“Now, why would I do that, Miss Ivy?” I tell her, squeezing her butt even tighter.
“Please… I’m with child…”
“So what?” I ask, sliding two fingers toward her anus “The father is no longer in the picture, isn’t he?” She doesn’t reply. “Just a single pregnant mom-to-be, no family, no social life. Just your big ol’ belly to keep you company”
She can barely keep it together.

   
I lift her shirt, revealing her belly and I proceed to lick it. Her face filled with disgust.
“You’re too far in, Ivy. You see, when it comes to sex traffic, these guys supply everything” I slap her belly, and she reels at the amplified sound it makes on the empty floor.
“Even girls in your, err… condition”
“Y-you… you can’t… do THIS” she says staring at me, shaking, tears almost streaming down her face.
“I CAN… but I won’t” I stand up and place both hands on her belly “You’re more useful to me than to them. I tell you what, baby. You, me, and your little bundle of joy there are going to have a swell time. I figured it’s been a while since you got down with a real man… and hell, I’ve never had a ménage a trois like this, if you know what I mean” I wink at her. Apparently she didn’t get the joke.
I grab a piece of paper and write a time and a place. Then, I tell her to be there or else, she might be having a sudden change of profession.
I give her a good slap in the ass and send her away, she leaves sobbing and grabbing her belly, not even trying to tide up her skirt.

I’m on top of the world.

[align=center]Goin' Down[/align]

This is going to be a night none of us will forget.
I’m going to fuck that cutie so hard, I’ll induce her labor. My dick will be bathed with her amniotic fluid; I’ll be ramming my cock against her kid’s head.
I owe her, and she knows it…

I’m in the hotel room, I made sure to get almost empty floor so noneone would hear us.
There’s knock on the door, and seconds later I open it to find my dear secretary (still in her work clothes) standing outside. I place my hand around her hip and gently pull her inside and close the door.
I waste no time on making my intentions clear, as I force a tounge kiss on her. She, of course, resists. Whimpering as I violate her mouth with my tounge. I fondle her ass with my hands as I do this, and when I’m finished I tell her…
“We’re just getting started, hon”.
   
I opened up her shirt, marveling at her big tits barely contained in her bra. “You’re definetly getting a raise”

(She’s not)

After I have my fun with her, making her do all kinds of poses with her gravid form, sit ups (she needs the exercise), and enough groping for a lifetime, I command her to take her clothes off.
   
Before long, she was standing naked, her big belly hanging out, her engorged breasts just waiting to be sucked. I never thought the sight of pregnancy would make me this horny. I can barely contain my throbbing erection, but soon buddy, soon I’ll unleash you.
“Get over here” I barked at her, making her shake all over, her tits jiggling and she walks toward me. “Sit” I tell her, patting my leg. She hesitates, but obeys in the end.
   
I grab one of her tits, eager to satiate my thirst “Will it be sweet or sour” I tell her with a grin as I start to feed.

It’s salty, but nevertheless, I close my eyes and indulge in the pleasure. This is it, my lifework complete. I’m the alpha and the omega, the top of the pack, the great za-

My whole world turns on fire, as I choke on her milk. She’s grabbing my now broken arm, examining it with morbid curiosity.
“What the fuck?!” I yell, spit and milk coming out of my mouth “you broke my arm you fucking cunt I’ll...”
I can clearly hear my tendon crack as a new rush of pain shots from my foot.

   
“Sit” she says, coldly as I fall down to her side.
It hurts so much what the hell is going on this isn’t supposed to happen I need help I’m in pain fucking bitch I’ll kill her I’ll rape her I’ll…

…

   
I come around. My arm is numb but hurting still. I’m tied up to a chair, too weak to struggle. She’s there, looking at me, stroking her big naked belly. Bitch is still naked, she looks different. No longer innocent and scared, but cold and decided.
“So” she says smiling “got something you want to tell me?”.
“Fuck you” I reply back.
My response was met with a kick to the mouth that sent me crashing to the floor. She picked me up, almost effortlessly, chuckling as she did.
“How about now?” she says stroking her gravidness.
“What do you want, bitch?!” I say, blood spilling from my mouth. Bitch kicks like a mule…
“Names”
“The hell are you talking abou-“
She gestures me to pipe down as she caresses her belly, looking pained.

   
“Little bugger is kicking” she tells me, and then she turns to me, belly button sticking out just inches off my face

   
“Wanna feel it?”.

Waiting no answer, she rams my head on her belly. I feel a little kick in my cheek, goddamn it they all kick like mules.
“Fucking hurts when she does it. Let me show you”
She gives me a harder kick that sends me flying a few meters before I crash again. Amazingly, the chair still holds, but now my teeth come loose.

   
She now stands above me, and without uttering a word, she places her foot on my broken ankle.
“STOOOOOOOOOOP, CHRIST!” I yell in pain, which only makes her apply more pressure until I feel light headed and…

I wake up wincing in pain and she breaks my pinky finger. She’s sitting on my lap, her weight adding to my discomfort.
“Names” she says, looking at my ring finger as she holds it in her hand.
“What do you mean by names? I don’t know what you”
She breaks my finger in mid-sentence, sending another shock of pain.
“You’re a well-connected guy in the slave trade, after all you move most of their money” she grabs my thumb, I try to beg her not to break it but she shushes me.
“The money trail led me to the Baron, but just that”
“Yeah… I-I well… none one knows who he is really, I mean yo-“
Now I got two fingers left. I whimper as she moves to my index finger.
“Name” she says caressing my finger.
“I-I don’t know…”
She stops caressing and slowly starts lifting my finger.
“Name” she says emotionless.
“I swear to Go-“
I choke as my finger starts to get bended, I can’t barely contain the pain. I scream, yell, beg her to stop, but in the end, she snaps it and casually get off me.
She gets into her knees, her expression turning lewd. She looks at me, horny, and blows me a kiss as she takes my middle finger.
“Name” she asks again, pleasure coming out of her lips. I just cry, pathetically. Bested by a woman, a pregnant woman at that.
She starts sucking my finger, swirling her tounge around the tip of it, as she does that she strokes my thighs. She stops sucking and asks me again.

“Name”.

I stay silent.
She sticks my finger in her mouth again, this time placing her teeth in the base of it. Slowly she starts putting pressure on it, I struggle trying to get off the chair, yelling and wailing at the sudden painful horror I’m experiencing.

“Petrovich!!! Darko Petrovich!!!” I yell, but she’s still biting. Finally, after an eternity it happens. She holds my middle finger in her hand, and with her blood stained lips formed in a smile she says “Thank you” then walks out of my sight.
“Fuck you, fuck you, you cunt” I say crying through broken teeth “I’ll never forgive you, you’re dead, you hear me? DEAD, YOU PSYCHO BIT-“


I didn’t manage to get the rest as I snapped his neck.
“Agency, you got that?” I said speaking in the built in microphone in my necklace.
“We got it Ivy, make yourself scarce, we’ll send I cleanup crew”.
“Got it”
I wash up and get dressed. There’s noneone in the floor (I made sure of that) so that means no unwanted surprises. I take a last look at the body of my former “boss” and I feel a little kick inside me.
   
I lift my shirt and feel the baby squirming in exciment as if the sight of a massacre gets her excited. "That's enough for today kid, knock it off". I guess the baby obeys her mom, and she just stopped after I uttered those words. I make my way out and close the door.

One down...

A whole organization to go.

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So that's it for now., but there's still plenty of adventures left for Ivy before she's due.

Well that was an unexpected turn, but I liked it a well deserved ending.