I’m pounding Gabrielle against the wall of my small apartment, cracking the plaster all the way through to the concrete, when the doorbell rings.

Gabrielle is perfectly wrapped around my body. Staring soulfully into my eyes—she’s always staring, always adoring—babbling runic gibberish I can’t quite understand. Bright red and purple runes apparate and dissipate when she speaks, shattering with happy sizzling noises, the sparks of them flying over our bodies. The bulge of my cock is visible in her delectably thin torso; I can feel my thickness against my own midsection when I grip her tight.

Her hair. Thick and gorgeous. I could live in her hair. My mouth runs across her perfect jawline, thrusting up into more—happy, happy squeals from her at this—and her hair slides across my lips. Even that part of her tastes incredible.

Knocks at the door now. Just for fun, I knock back—fucking Gabrielle’s tight, gorgeous bod even harder against the wall. She moans delightedly.

“Y-yes, Master!” Cumming wildly at my fervent attention. “Yes, thank you. Oh, Master!”

She’s playing it up, knowing the score. Knowing that I feel like—for whatever reason—showing off to whoever’s outside that I’m fucking an impossibly hot beauty.

Probably it’s just another neighbor coming by to complain. I live in a shitty, tiny apartment inside of a big complex, the kind where all the crappy rooms of our lives sort of congeal from the ongoing stickiness of the suck we’re in from having to live in such an arrangement. A dilapidated courtyard sits in the middle surrounded by the four walls of stacked, cramped motel-style apartments. It’s possible for me to live in a nicer place, but not a cheaper one, and all my money has been saved for years now to start my restaurant.

The couple that originally came by to complain, I apologized to. Then I fucked Gabrielle a little longer—I can’t seem to stop fucking her when I’m awake, she’s so brilliantly hot and needy and willing—and drank some more of her milk while I was licking her fantastic tits, and I felt the need to apologize fade from me. Like heat from a dying flame untended in the woods.

When the couple came by again—the woman—I threatened her without threatening her. The way sometimes you’ll see in movies. Strong men knowing how to say words like “force” or “make” or “difficult” in just the right tone to make sure a woman understands her proper place.

Some women just don’t get it. They think that dumb things like rules or laws will stop a man from taking from her anything he wants. Gabrielle knows all of that means nothing, and she’s been pouring that honey into my ear for hours. It’s been working—and that woman neighbor definitely understood that more intrusions would mean her brain getting fucked into putty by the strongest, baddest man she had ever seen.

I felt a little dirty afterward, for some reason, but then Gabrielle sucked me soulfully for an hour and I forgot all about any bad feelings. Even now, I only remember forgetting that I had them.

It felt good to put that lady in her place. To make her afraid and turned on at the same time. I could tell what she was most afraid of was how bad she wanted me to fuck her—and how she would let her entire life be something different just because my cock ruined her for anyone else.

Then her guy came by. He was pissed. He made real threats. Legal threats. He talked about the police. I told him the police wouldn’t get here in time to put his leg back in its socket. All the time, Gabrielle whispering and licking my ear, wearing nothing but barely-there jean cut-off shorts and an a-frame shirt glistening transparent from the nonstop stream of her magical milk.

The guy was smart and fucked off, after I made him apologize.

Again, a kind of a dirty feeling…and again, I forgot all about it when Gabrielle shoved me inside her from behind and had me fuck her while she flipped through photos of my favorite jack-off photos I have stored on my tablet.

She’s a deeply, completely good girlfriend. All she wants is for me to be hard and happy. It’s difficult to argue with such devotion, no matter how it presents.

It’s Sunday afternoon now and Gabrielle came into my life late Friday. During all my waking hours, I’ve been fucking her furiously. No work. No going outside. Total fucking lockdown. So right now we’re going on forty hours of a life full of nothing but fucking the deeply perfect body of a complete dream girl.

Knocking, more knocking. I can smell the girl outside. She smells like a virgin.

Somehow, through all this, I started to be able to control my orgasms. So as I fuck Gabrielle against the load-bearing walls of the apartment, shaking the whole building like I’m taking a sledgehammer to it, she begs me to cum.

And the doorbell rings.

“Please, Master,” Gabrielle moans. “Please. Oh god, my god, my Master, please…!”

She’s insatiable. She’s in love with me; I believe that for sure. She may want something else from me, but the way I’ve fucked her, the way I’ve changed, she couldn’t be faking her love for me at this point.

I cum inside Gabrielle now, filling her with a hot, intense load of my seed. We lock eyes, sharing the pleasure of our orgasm in each other’s gaze, lips meeting and leaving, meeting and leaving as I pump in every last bit of my virile white-hot seed into her aching, needy body.

The doorbell rings again.

Staggering away from Gabrielle, leaving her in a pile of broken plaster and full of my cum, I walk through the wreckage of my apartment. None of the furniture is in one piece except for my mattress, which I had to remove from my broken bed, now piled in one corner.

There’s been long, long hours where I’ve been asleep, mostly during the day. Gabrielle’s told me she went out—doesn’t sleep, apparently—but I haven’t gotten around to asking her questions about where yet. I know she’s picked up a lot of clothes, each piece sexier than the last.

At the door is my landlord’s daughter, Nadine. She’s spectacularly cute, short, and busty, wearing thick glasses with her hair in a heavy, sexy bun. She’s got on a tank top that does nothing for her modesty but everything for her heavy tits, and tight red shorts that are painted on her ass.

She’s asking for it.

The thought fills my head, though it’s not the kind of thought I ever have. But Gabrielle…Gabrielle has changed so much about me.

“The fuck do you want?”

She is too stunned to answer for several moments. Looking at my naked body, the disaster zone of my apartment, the proud hard cock shining with my and Gabrielle’s juices. That my cock is hard is no surprise to me; it’s been hard now since the second I met Gabrielle. Like a switch was turned on and then broken, never to turn off again. It drips hot pre-cum in a small, quickly-forming puddle at Nadine’s feet.

“D-do you wanna put some clothes on?” she rasps, finally.

“What the fuck do you want, girl?”

“There’s…complaints. And…damages…”

She keeps looking around me. It’s hard to do. I’ve grown. My body is layered now in thick, hard muscle. I have the body of a natural-born athlete half my age. I don’t know how, exactly, but I’ve got some guesses.

Gabrielle has recovered—she’s almost as quick as I am—and struts in her terrifically tall tall heels to slide up behind me. She’s always wearing heels; I find it so fucking sexy. There are bags and bags and boxes and boxes of them on top of the console table next to the kitchen; I don’t know how she paid for them and I don’t care. I hope she didn’t pay for them. The idea of a girl of mine using her own money feels gross to me.

Fully behind me, her chin just barely cresting my shoulder, she wraps a hand around my cock. Her arms are so long. I feel the heat of her cunt smoldering against my ass cheeks. Her tits are out, leaking warm milk down my back, but she’s still got her cut-off shorts on. They’re so easy to move aside, and she looks so sexy in them, that I want her to keep them on.

“What does this sexy bitch want, Master? Does she want to fuck you too?”

My cock jumps at the praise, and Gabrielle strokes me in kind, knowing it would excite me.

“I don’t know. What do you want, girl?”

“There’s…” she clears her throat. “Reparations. Payment for the damages. And…you have to keep it down.” Somehow she starts to find a rhythm in her speech. I can see the stark jealousy in her eyes at Gabrielle’s easy confidence in touching and stroking me. She looks mesmerized, unable to turn away. “This is a family establishment. You can’t just…just fuck all the time and break everything.”

“Oh yeah?” Gabrielle sneers. “What are you gonna do about it, bitch?”

“That’s a good question.”

My voice is a low growl. I’m much, much larger than Gabrielle, who towers over Nadine. So when I lean forward on the door frame, the entire building shuddering with the power of my heavily-muscled strength, it makes Nadine look two feet tall.

“Come on,” I say. “What are you gonna do about it, Nadine? What do you think you can do before I find you to make what you do stop?”

“He will make you stop if he doesn’t like it, bitch,” Gabrielle chimes in. “You live in that apartment on the top floor, right? Do you keep your door locked? Do you think it matters if you do? Look at him.”

To punctuate the point, I squeeze the door frame. The molding cracks and splinters like it’s rotten. Nadine yelps.

“The…the police…I’ll call…”

“Think about that, Nadine,” I say. “Think about what I’m saying to you. Think about what’s happened. They’ll do what, give me a warning? Write me a citation for property damage and noise complaints? Write me an eviction, Nadine, and you have to give me a certain number of days to vacate. What happens, Nadine, in those days? What happens to you?”

“Th-th-this is…you’re threatening me—”

Gabrielle is stroking me so fast, so urgently. I feel the need to cum rising up in me already. I’m looking past Nadine, staring a hole right in her sexy head, thinking of my gorgeous slave and her desperate need for me. I can see us through the reflection of a window not far away; we look like another species.

“Maybe. And maybe they take me away for that, you’re thinking? How much is it to post bail for a threat, do you think? Gabrielle, babe, do you have plenty of cash?”

“More all the time, Daddy.”

“You see? And then all I have to do is come back here and break down your simple little door like we both know I can do so easily, and where does that leave you?”

She’s completely pale. Gabrielle loves this. The precum puddle at my feet is seeping out the door now, slowly edging toward Nadine’s feet.

“This is when you beg, Nadine.”

She drops to her knees.

[TO BE CONTINUED]