In your own building

From Create Your Own Story

Your building is eight stories high containing each four apartments. On the third floor you possess a law firm. Across the hall from them you have a whore house. You’ve tolerated them until last week when one of your clients was attacked by an unsatisfied customer. You’ve been planning on a little retribution. Your pack will enjoy this.

You send Adam to pose as a customer and start trouble inside so the pimps leave the entrance. Anna and Lily will enter by the front door and you will storm the place with Charlotte through the fire exit. Nobody will survive.

Form the ladder you’re standing on you can admire the boy’s performance. He enters the room with a small brunette wearing a pink bustier. As soon as the door is closed they undress. He makes her seat on his lap and fondles her breasts. Soon he moves on to her pussy, fist fucking her. She doesn’t seem to like it and tries to push him away. He bites her, letting the blood flow and starts slapping the girl around making her scream. Two huge pimps enter the room.

It’s your signal. Mentally you order your thralls to begin their attack. You rush into the room next to Adam’s. Two girls are performing a show for a wanking john. You snap his neck and bite one of the girls while holding the other by the hair. Screams of terror fill the apartment. The door of the room you’re in bursts. A girl desperately tries to run away from the massacre but Adam’s hands wrap around her waist and impale her on his huge dick. Behind him you can see Charlotte licking the blood on her claws hovering above the body of a black pimp whose chest has been ripped open. You finish the second whore and move on towards the main hall.

Anna is muff diving on a screaming whore in the middle of the entrance. Lily seems occupied in a room behind you. Adam, still with the poor whore hanging from his dick, is running after another girl.

Soon everything is finished. The last surviving whore is brought back to the group by Lily. Your minions drain the poor girl.

You congratulate them and send them home.

“Be discreet, come to my place tomorrow at seven thirty we have a long weekend ahead of us.”

You go back to your place to rest because you have big plans for Saturday night.

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