The morning sun rose over the Land of Waves, its golden rays reflecting off the calm waters of the sea. In the heart of the island nation, nestled among the dense forests and rocky cliffs, stood Gatō's sprawling estate—a monument to his wealth and power. The mansion was a grotesque display of opulence, with marble pillars, gilded statues, and sprawling gardens filled with exotic plants imported from distant lands. It was a stark contrast to the poverty and despair that gripped the rest of the Land of Waves.
Inside the mansion, Gatō lounged in his private home office, a room adorned with expensive tapestries and crystal chandeliers. He sat at the head of a long, polished mahogany table,
"mmm yes mahogany." Gato huffed out while rubbing his palms on the freshly polished wood that smelled of money. 'Truely it was the little things in life sometimes.' The billionaire thought to himself.
The man was dressed in a finely tailored suit made of the finest silk. His fingers, adorned with gold and jeweled rings, papers of the recent business transactions drummed lazily on the table.
People didn't really think much about how much money he had, just knowing he had a lot of it. Probably because most of these dung smelling peasants can't count past 20 if their lucky. Must be their southern education acting up again, huh. Well Gato knew just how much exactly he had, it was enough to feed a small village.
"Ah, another beautiful day," Gatō mused, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction.
Wouldn't you agree? Atsuko?
He leaned back in his chair, a smug grin spreading across his face as he sipped from a goblet of expensive wine. Atsuko, a servant, a young woman with hollow eyes and trembling hands, approached cautiously to refill his glass as he placed it back on the table. Gatō watched her with a predatory gaze, his lips curling into a cruel smile as she flinched under his scrutiny. 'Yes, my dear you will be next.' Gato thought to himself.
"You there," he said, his voice sharp and commanding. "Don't spill a drop. This wine costs more than your pathetic life is worth."
The servant nodded silently, her fear palpable, as she watched the liquid pour into the cup. Putting all her brainpower into focusing on his cup, she would not allow a single molecule to be spilled because she knew it'd be her blood spilled forever drop, she missed.
and retreated as soon as her task was done. Gatō chuckled to himself, amused by her terror. He relished the power he held over others, the way they cowered in his presence. To him, they were nothing more than insects, existing solely for his amusement.
How about you? Hisato?" Gato grinning while gripping his table tighter. Yes there was another person in the room. For underneath his table in between his legs was his secretary. A curvaceous looking woman with brown hair and hazel brown eyes. This woman use to be a daughter, a wife, a respected woman of society, but all of that is meaningless now, as she's nothing more than his favorite toy. As the woman is doing a great job of doing a balancing act with his cock in between such soft pillows.
You would think the woman Hisato was a magician as she's doing an excellent job of making my cock disappear as she'd bob her head up and down under his table. In a good businessman's office, you'd hear the shuffling of papers, the boss yelling at any fool that he deemed failed him, or him leaving to check up on things.
But Gato did none of that. No, the only thing you hear was the sound of a discreet slurping sound, the sound of the woman trying to adjust her position, as her ass or heels would often bump the wood.
Unlike Atsuko, who's eye's were darker and hollow. Hisato's were narrowed but crazed and full of life. Without a doubt the woman was his greatest conquest so far. He could still remember opening a branch company in the Land of Wood. Her husband was a citizen and eventually was one of the many that went into debt, owing him money. As compensation he'd work in the mines while his wife would work for me personally. The Land of Woods was small but unexpectedly more well governed than he'd hope. As normally he could just take her right then and there and make her and any other woman his slave, but unfortunately, they had rules on those sorts of things. Pesky little insects just buzzing around my face, the lot of them. Not to mention he couldn't force his will as the place actually had ninja's, I think they came form Kusagakure or whatever. Point is I had to improvise and be creative.
Still It doesn't matter, the moment he saw her he had to make this woman his and have her attending his wood personally.
At first it was light, 5,000 ryu for Hisato to wear skimpy outfits around the temporary small office he had. Then another 10,000 for poses, and 20,000 for dances. Until it took her 50,000 to start straddling his waist with her impressive ass. Eventually it escalated of course. Next 80,000 to seeing her lose the panties, then 100,000 for her Mammoth size tits. All the while she was telling herself that all of it was for her husband and their future as she believed the money was going to the debt. But it was simply going to end up in my pockets again like it always does.
If only she knew how to count back then, she would have realized how pointless all of it was.
What the woman is doing right now under the table isn't odd or infrequent. No not at all. We've of course done way more than this. Heck, she won't admit it the most exciting time she did this was the time she gave me fellatio while her husband came in the office to give me a progress report on her work. I could literally feel her heartbeat through her chest, and how she did her best make me hurry up. From that moment we only escalated our actions until eventually the husband worked himself to near exhaustion and caught us in the act. More like I planned for him to walk in. The poor dirty bastard died with the final image of me plowing his wife. The wife he worked endlessly for, nearly starved himself for, the woman he wanted to start a family with.
Gato then shook his head in mock disapproval. "The poor peasant truly had no idea of the pecking order in this world." I think the worse part was by this point Hisato didn't even show any sign of caring, if anything it made her moan louder, and face contort into the nastiest grin, as her husband was dying of grief and starvation. Even Gato had to admit Hisato was one disturbed bitch.
"God I love my life." Gato says while remembering one of the many times he was forced to get creative.
While Hisato was taking care of her morning task she noticed the man twitch, making her widen her eyes as she knew what was coming next. As Gato grabbed onto her head with both hands with raged breath.
"That's it Hisato!! Open up wide! Take it like the whore you are!!" Gatō shouted, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction.
He got up on his feet as he franticly humped Hisato's mouth, Hisato gripped his thighs tightly as if to hold on for dear life. Then as if he reached his limit he stopped his movements with the woman's nose pressed tightly against his crotch. Giving him a French kiss. As he shot his white creamy load into her mouth and down her throat. As he did this he turned to Atsuko, who was watching all of this from a distance, wide eyed from seeing the two. She felt her back go rigged with her never feeling as small and cold as she did at this moment. She knew Gato was saying this next part to her as he said it with a grin. "Don't spill a drop." As if to tell her she will be next.
He then grabs his secretary's face and forced her to open her mouth so he could get at good look at the children that would never be born.
"Good girl, now take care of it." Gato grinned as he narrowed his eyes.
The woman then swallowed all of it in one gulp. Wiping the residue from her mouth.
then Hisato said the words that would satisfy only a monster of his caliber. "Thank you Gato-sama for the meal."
Gato smiled, letting out a contemporary sigh. "The world is mine to enjoy, and enjoy it I shall."
A Walk Through His Domain
After breakfast, Gatō decided to take a stroll through his estate, flanked by a pair of burly bodyguards. He walked with a swagger, his cane—a symbol of his authority rather than any physical need—tapping rhythmically against the polished floors. As he passed through the halls, servants scurried out of his way, yes all of them were young woman of course, bowing their heads in submission. Gatō ignored them, his attention focused on the grandeur of his surroundings.
He paused in front of a large window that overlooked the docks, where his ships were being loaded with crates of goods. Some of those crates contained legitimate merchandise, while others hid the darker secrets of his empire—drugs, contraband, and even human cargo. Gatō's smile widened as he watched the bustling activity below. "Every day, my empire grows stronger," he said to no one in particular. "Soon, no one will dare to defy me."
Entertainment and Indulgence
Later in the day, Gatō retired to his private theater, a lavish room equipped with plush seating and a stage for performances. Today's entertainment was a group of musicians and dancers, brought in from a distant land to amuse him. As the performers began their act, Gatō reclined in his seat, a glass of wine in hand, and watched with a bored expression.
Halfway through the performance, he grew restless and snapped his fingers. "Enough of this," he barked. "Where are the fighters? I want to see some real entertainment!"
The musicians and dancers quickly cleared the stage, replaced by two men armed with crude weapons. They were captives from Gatō's lairs, forced to fight for their lives in a brutal spectacle. Gatō's eyes gleamed with excitement as the men clashed, their desperation fueling his enjoyment. He laughed loudly when one of the fighters fell, blood pooling on the stage. "Pathetic," he sneered. "Take him away. He's no use to me now."
The Evening's Dark Business
As the sun began to set, Gatō retreated to his study, a dimly lit room filled with shelves of books, maps, and ledgers detailing his various enterprises. He sat at his desk, a cigar clamped between his teeth, as he reviewed reports from his subordinates. One report caught his attention—a shipment of "special cargo" had arrived at one of his hidden lairs.
Gatō's smile returned as he read the details. "Ah, fresh merchandise," he muttered. "Women and children, no doubt. Perfect for the markets." He leaned back in his chair, puffing on his cigar as he imagined the profits this new shipment would bring. "The world is full of fools," he said to himself. "They think they can escape me, but they're wrong. I own them all."
A Night of Revelry
The day ended with a lavish dinner party, attended by Gatō's most trusted subordinates and a few corrupt officials who turned a blind eye to his crimes. The dining hall was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses as Gatō held court, regaling his guests with stories of his "business triumphs." The wine flowed freely, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive food and cigars.
As the night wore on, Gatō grew more boisterous, his laughter echoing through the halls. He raised his glass in a toast, his eyes gleaming with malice. "To wealth, to power, and to the fools who dare to stand in our way!" he declared. "May they all fall before us!"
The guests cheered, their voices ringing out in unison. Gatō basked in their adoration, his heart swelling with pride. In his mind, he was untouchable, a king ruling over his kingdom. But deep down, in the darkest corners of his soul, a flicker of unease lingered—a faint whisper that his empire, built on suffering and blood, could one day crumble.