SQUEAK SCULCH THAP THAP! AAH! HAA! HHAA!
"Hey, woman, get on your fours!" a rusty, mature voice ordered the woman who was currently lying naked on her back as the man aggressively fucked her with brutal thrusts.
"AGH! Yes, Leader Grankell! SOBB SOBB," she spoke weakly, her voice breaking as she slowly pushed his cock away and tried to turn over with trembling arms.
"TSK! So slow, bitch!"
SLAP!
Leader Grankell slapped her hard across the face, turned her back around roughly, and THUP THUP THUP THUP!
"AAH! AAHH!"
He grabbed her hair tightly and started thrusting into her hard, yanking her head back. "Your young pussy is tight, umm. AAH! AHHH! Don't worry, this Leader will give the best treatment for your father! AAH! AAHHH! So, just become my woman! AAH! HAAA!"
THUP THUP THUP THUP!
"YEEESSS! AAAAA! SOBB SOOBB LEADERRR!"
"Hehe! Good woman!"
THUP THUP THUP THUP!
"AAHH! It's coming!"
THUP THUP THUP! SLLLRRR SLLLLRRRR SLLLRRRR!
"OOOOH! UFFFFF!"
Leader Grankell cummed inside the woman with a final thrust. He released her hair, and she immediately collapsed, her face falling onto the pillow. A soft, muffled crying voice could be heard as her body shook with quiet sobs.
"Oohhh, nice." Leader Grankell grabbed her waist and felt her ass appreciatively, squeezing the flesh. He then turned her around roughly, his gaze falling on her tear-streaked face. "Hey, don't cry. You're getting a great deal," he said persuasively, wiping his forehead. "With me, you just have to sleep and enjoy life here. Eat all you want, take my money, and enjoy your life. Treat your father, do whatever you want, heheh. Now, now, don't cry, my beautiful woman."
Leader Grankell grabbed her arms, looking closely at her beautiful face as he gently wiped the tears away with his thumb. "Now kiss your master, my woman."
"AGH!" The woman hesitantly grabbed his face with shaking hands and kissed him.
UMMM SLPPP AAA SPPPP.
Leader Grankell and the woman kissed as he also fondled her breast roughly, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.
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After a while, Leader Grankell sat on a chair, resting his naked, large body while closing his eyes, leaving the crying woman alone on the bed curled up in a ball.
A memory began to surface, unbidden and vivid.
"Son, tell me, do you love your mother?" A tall figure stood by the window in a dark, imposing room, his silhouette blocking most of the light.
"Yes, Father, I love my mother," the child meekly spoke, looking at his father's broad back with nervous eyes.
"But your mother doesn't love you," the man stated, his voice low and utterly emotionless. "She left with some bastard, ran away, leaving us all alone. So, tell me again, do you love your mother?"
"Umm, Father, I don't know what you're trying to say, but I do love m—"
SLAPP! SLAPP!
The man suddenly turned around and slapped the boy so hard that he instantly fell down, his small body hitting the floor with a thud.
"NO, YOU DON'T LOVE YOUR MOTHER, AND YOU WILL NEVER LOVE ANY WOMAN!" the man roared, his body covering all the light coming from the window, casting a dark shadow over the boy. "ALL OF THEM ARE JUST BITCHES, running around for fucking handsome faces and money! ALL OF THEM ARE JUST USELESS! I gave everything to your mother, but she didn't show any gratitude and just ran away, kekeke! Even the Queen, my pure love, AAH, just how many times did I try to coax her, but she didn't even bat an eye for me and married someone else!"
The man stood tall over his son, towering above him. "Son, tell me, do you love your mother? And will you ever love a woman? You're young enough to understand these things, right?"
"FATHER, I… I…" the son on the ground held his stinging cheek and tried to speak, but—
SLAP!
"I…"
SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"FATHER! SOBB SOBB! WOMEN ARE BITCHES! SOBB SOBB! THEY'RE JUST TOOLS! AGH! YES, FATHER! WOMEN ARE JUST BITCHES! WAAH WAAAHHH!" The child couldn't take any more and screamed with all the power his small body could muster, his voice breaking.
"GOOD! GOOD! WOMEN ARE JUST BITCHES!" The man smiled with dark satisfaction, backing away slightly. "Now, I'll make you a pinnacle of a man, where no woman will ever leave you. Your father is useless, but my son will conquer every woman, kekeke! Don't worry, you have a long way to go. I'll train you properly. So, are you ready, my son?"
"YES, FATHER! AGH! SNIFF SNIFF!" The boy sniffed, not truly understanding what was happening, and kept looking at the ground, not daring to look at his father's face.
"HMM, good. Bring that maid inside!"
"HUH! FATHER!" The boy's pupils shrank sharply in fear.
THUUMMB! AAAH!
Suddenly, a few men rushed in and threw a woman inside the room. She fell hard onto her knees, looking confused as she stared ahead at them.
"Huh? Master and Young Master Grankell, what's going on?" the maid asked, rubbing her bruised knees painfully. "Why are they so rough with me, agh!" She stood up professionally, bowing, despite the sweat already forming on her forehead.
"HM. Hey there, little maid. Good. Now come here, stand in front of Grankell," the Master ordered, his tone demanding absolute obedience.
"Hmm, yes, Master." With some courage, she slowly came toward the young master, who was still holding his red cheek.
"Father, what are you doing? Why bring her?" The boy's eyes grew wide as he saw the maid approach.
"Oh, her! I know you seem to like this little maid, don't you? Kekeke." The Master walked slowly, positioning himself between the two of them menacingly.
"Huh! Young Master, I… I… I'm happy to hear that, but I'm way older than you. I can't—"
SSSLLAAPPPP!
The maid, flustered, was speaking quickly, but her master slapped her hard, stopping her mid-sentence. "Agh!" The maid realized immediately that something was terribly wrong and backed away a little, her heart racing.
"SHUT UP, BITCH! DID I SAY YOU COULD SPEAK!" the Master roared in an explosion of anger.
"Huh! Father, don't hurt her, please!" The boy kneeled and begged his father desperately, clasping his palms together.
"AGH! MASTER, WHAT HAPPENED? PLEASE TELL ME IF I'VE DONE SOMETHING WRONG, I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE DONE, PLEASE FORGIVE ME, MASTER!" the maid pleaded, clutching her maid outfit with tears forming in her eyes, trying to sound courageous despite her fear.
"Kekeke! SEE THIS, SON! This little bitch doesn't like you!" The Master smiled malevolently and gently touched his son's head. "What are you going to do? By the time you grow up, she'll get married to some man, and you'll just stand here stupidly, like you're doing now!"
"FATHER... I..." The boy kept his head down, wrestling with the implications.
Realizing the situation was dire, the maid spoke in a hurried rush. "MASTER, PLEASE! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? How can I dare to love Young Master? PLEASE, I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING! I'M SORRY! I HAVE TO GO, PLEASE!" The maid turned quickly, intending to run, but—
SLAPPP! SLLAAPPP!
"STAND RIGHT HERE, BITCH!" Before she could even fully turn, the Master slapped her again, grabbed her wrist tightly, and yanked her back in front of the boy.
"SON, LOOK UP! YOU DO LOVE HER, RIGHT?" the Master asked, gripping the maid tightly in place.
"I... I..." The boy just nodded weakly.
"GOOD! THEN DO YOU WANT HER?" the Master asked again.
"YES!" the boy spoke, suddenly decisive.
"WHAT ABOUT YOU, little maid? DO YOU LOVE HIM?" The Master asked, looking down at the trembling maid. "SAY THE TRUTH, OTHERWISE, I'LL KILL YOU RIGHT HERE!" the Master threatened the maid darkly.
Hearing this final threat, she hesitated, then just said, "NO!"
"AGH!" The boy finally looked up and saw the maid's crying face clearly.
"SEE, MY SON! You'll never be able to get her! I bet she already has a cute little boyfriend, isn't it right?" The Master grabbed her wrist tighter, making her gasp in pain.
"HM! YES!" the maid nodded, trying desperately to get away, but she couldn't move an inch.
"HUH!" The boy's eyes slowly went blank as he kept staring intensely at the maid.
"YOUNG MASTER, I... I... I didn't know. I'm sorry, SOBB SOBB," the young maid cried out to the boy.
"HAHAHA! See what I told you, my son! Now, do you want her or not? Do you want this bitch or not? Are you going to be like your father? Your mother left you, now your first love is also going to leave you! What are you going to do, my dear son? Do you want her?" The Master smiled, his expression evil and twisted.
"I DON'T KNO—"
Krrr-RRIIPP RIIIPPP!
"AH!"
The Master suddenly tore the maid's outfit from above, leaving her small, naked breasts in full view for the boy to see.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" The maid screamed loudly, using all her force, but the Master grabbed the back of her neck and squatted down behind her. With one arm, he wrapped around her waist tightly, and with the other, he touched her little face and squeezed it painfully.
The boy saw all this, and he felt a sudden, hot rush of blood inside his penis, a confusing sensation flooding through his young body.
"KEKEK! Now, still don't want her? She won't be yours if you hesitate, my son. Then you can cry in a corner, kekeke. Don't you want her body?" The Master held the crying maid firmly.
"PLEASE! PLEASE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
UUFFF!
The maid shouted, but her mouth was quickly closed as the Master grabbed her face and tightly shut her mouth with his huge palm.
"AH, beautiful. You're beautiful, my love." The boy, now seemingly blank and in a trance, came forward, ignoring the crying woman. He reached out and touched her small little breast.
"AAHH! So soft! AAH! HHAA!" The boy fondled her small breast, completely lost in the strange, violent trance.
"AH SO SO BEAUTIFUL, AH AH," the boy fondled her small breast, ignoring the tear-filled eyes and struggling body of the young maid.
After a few minutes, the Master smiled. "Hehe, good, good. Now calm down. You don't want your first ejaculation on your pants, my son, keke."
KKKIIRRCHHHHH!
The Master tore her whole outfit, leaving her fully naked and exposed.
"AOOOO UOOOO MMMAAAA!" The maid cried hard. She tried weakly to hide her crotch with her hands, but the Master stretched her legs wide. SQUELCH, SQUELCH! "UMM, see this, my son. Conquer this, then the women will be yours! Now, let's go to your room. She's yours from today, kekeke!"
The Master grabbed her hair and dragged the maid out of the room.
HEELLPPPPP PLLLEEASSSEEEE HEEELPPPP SOOOMMEEOONEEE AAAAHHHHH PLLEASSSEE NOOOOO WAAAHHHHHH WAAAHHHHHH
Her cries echoed in the long hallways, but no one came to help.
WHOOSSH! THUMPP!
The Master threw the maid onto the bed, then held her arms up and stretched her legs wide with his long, strong legs. He looked at his son and spoke firmly, "COME, MAKE THIS WOMAN YOURS!"
The boy, still in a trance, got up and undressed himself. His precum-covered little penis twitched hard as he slowly approached her naked body and got down and brought his penis close to her pussy.
SSQUELCH!
"AAHHH! MY MAID! AAHHH! MY LOVE!"
SQUALCH! SCULCPH SCULCHP SQUECLECH!
"AHH! AHHH!"
The boy violently fucked the maid, who had stopped crying and just lay there, looking ahead blankly, completely lifeless. Her eyes were devoid of color, her naked body got ravaged by a boy but she didn't even flinch—just laid there dead inside.
"HEHE, FUCK HER HARDER! SHE'S YOURS! HAHAH! ALL WOMEN WILL BE YOURS TO KEEP! NO ONE WILL EVER LEAVE YOU! HAHHAH! FUCK HER HARD! SHE'S YOUR FIRST, AND THE DAY YOU FUCK 1000 WOMEN WILL BE THE DAY YOU'LL BE CONSIDERED A TRUE MAN! HAHAHA! FUCK THIS LITTLE MAID, AND THE LAST ONE SHOULD BE THE FUTURE QUEEN! TELL ME, MY SON, WILL YOU FUCK THE QUEEN IN THE FUTURE?" The Master released the maid and roared with a terrifying happiness.
"YES, FATHER! I'LL FUCK 1000 WOMEN, AND THE LAST ONE SHALL BE THE QUEEN! I'LL FULFILL YOUR DREAMS, FATHER!" The boy roared back, his voice strained, as he fucked the lifeless-looking maid harder.
"Hahahha! GOOD, SON! WOMEN ARE BITCHES! NEVER LOVE A WOMAN; SHE'LL DESTROY YOU, KEKKE! JUST FUCK THE WOMEN YOU DESIRE AND BECOME A TRUE MAN!" The Master stood up and laughed hard, looking upwards with what seemed like tears in his eyes.
"YESSS, FATTHERRRR!! SLLRRR SLLLRRR SLLLRRRRRR!! AAHHH HUFFF HUFFFF"
"KEKEK! Good! Now, tell me the number of women you've cummed in?" The Master spoke, still looking upwards, his voice strangely calm.
"FIRS... NINE HUNDRED NINETY-NINE, FATHER," suddenly Leader Grankell spoke, opening his eyes and glancing at the woman lying on the bed, still crying silently.
"The Queen is all that's left, Father. I'll fulfill your dreams!" Leader Grankell spoke, looking upwards blankly at the ceiling of his room.
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CREEAAKK!
Slowly, the door opened, and a woman came inside, casually smoking a cigarette.
"Hmm." Leader Grankell looked sideways and saw a woman in an oversized suit, tightly secured with a large belt. Her upper buttons were mostly undone, leaving a deep cleavage open to view; with a slight movement, fifty percent of her breast could be seen.
"Leader, the preparations are complete—the last sector 37A was filled," the woman stated, walking forward. "Also, I heard you were attacked. Are you okay?" She glanced briefly at the crying woman on the bed, ignoring her completely as she came to stand straight in front of Leader Grankell.
"Good job, Underground Boss Sveindis Randverse. Without you, I would've had a lot of trouble," Leader Grankell replied, making his head straight and spoke while drinking some water. "I'm fine, GULP GULP just some little bitch GULP throwing some tantrums GULP AAH"
"Hmm, I'm happy to hear that. And it seems you're just one step away from achieving your dream," Sveindis said, walking forward. She then sat down on Leader Grankell's thigh and rested her head on his chest, gently touching his cock, causing it to slowly harden under her fingers.
"Agh! Sveindis, I told you not to do…"
SHEEWW!
Before the Leader could finish speaking, Sveindis put her finger over his mouth and spoke in a low, husky voice.
"I know you don't want to fuck me, but I love you, so I can't help it when I see you like this. You know, right? I've waited a long time for you to achieve your so-called dreams. I've stayed with you for so long that I can't even remember what I was like in my young days. Now my breasts have gone saggy. In a few years, I can't give birth." Sveindis paused for a moment and spoke desperately, "Grankell, CAN'T YOU MAKE ME YOUR 1000TH WOMAN? PLEASE, I'VE WAITED FOR SO LONG! JUST FUCK ME ALREADY!!!"
Sveindis roared in raw frustration as she slid her suit open and exposed her saggy breasts completely.
"AA!" Seeing her breast up close, Leader Grankell's cock got hard again, and Sveindis immediately started fapping it hard.
FAP FAP FAP! SCULP SCULPCH SCULCHP! FAP FAP FAP!
Wet noises came from his cock as she kept fapping him.
"Aahh! Aah aahhh," Sveindis touched her breast to his chest and started licking his neck. Leader Grankell just sat there, not touching her, his eyes closed.
"Grankell, love me, aah aahh," Sveindis moaned as she kept fapping his cock.
After a few minutes, she suddenly bent her face down and SLLRR SLLLRR SLLLRRRR! GULP GULP!
"Aahh!" Grankell moaned as Sveindis drank his cum.
She then hugged him from the front, pressing her naked breasts against his face. "I'm the only one who could make you cum so fast. I'll wait for you after everything is over. Then you can come to me!" Sveindis spoke and walked away, leaving the tired Grankell sitting.
He glanced at her back figure as she moved and muttered, "NEVER LOVE A WOMAN, SON. SHE WILL DESTROY YOU."
Agh! Leader Grankell closed his eyes.
CREEAK!
Sveindis opened the door and went outside, properly clothed, glancing back at Grankell before she quietly closed the door with a TAK.
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Author Blabbering
What do we really inherit from our parents? It's not just our physical appearance—our face, height, or voice—but also the way we think, our personality, our habits, and even how we approach life. In many cases, 70 to 80 percent of people end up resembling their parents in some way, not only outwardly but inwardly as well.
This inheritance shapes who we become. It can create a kind, disciplined, and thoughtful person, or someone burdened with fears, limitations, and unresolved flaws. Most of us are a mix of both. And when you look at this pattern on a larger scale, you begin to see how entire communities and cultures are formed.
Take Japan, for example. The country is often admired for its strong civic sense—clean streets, respect for rules, and consideration for others. This didn't appear overnight. These values were passed down from previous generations, taught at home, reinforced by society, and inherited as a way of life.
The same principle applies on a personal level. If you love football, chances are you were influenced—by a parent, a sibling, or the environment you grew up in. If someone has toxic thinking, a constant negative outlook, or believes that success is impossible, those ideas are often inherited too. Thoughts like "money is limited," "wealth isn't meant for people like us," or "earning money is always hard" are not facts—they are beliefs passed down through generations.
In this way, we don't just inherit genes; we inherit mindsets. Some empower us, while others quietly hold us back. Understanding this is important, because while we may inherit these patterns, we are not permanently bound by them. Awareness gives us the chance to question what we've received, keep what helps us grow, and consciously break free from what doesn't.
That is how individuals change—and how societies evolve BUT ONLY IF YOU CAN BE TRULY AWARE!
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