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Hostile Takeover (Ryanmo97 and Heart Summers)

Ryan and Annabelle smiled, and Ryan said, "You have no one to blame but yourself... If you were nicer to me, I would never dream of doing this to you but you needed to be taught a lesson..."

"And, it's going to be a very costly lesson for you," said Annabelle, as she took the contracts and various papers out of her briefcase and placed them on the table. "These contracts give Ryan complete ownership of the company and all of your assets. You will remain as CEO, and Ryan becomes your CFO, but your CEO status will only be for show because Ryan will be in full control." Then Annabelle placed another set of papers in front of Stacy. "These papers give Ryan complete power of attorney over you." Ryan signed all the papers and they both waited for Stacy to sign.
 
Stacy could only grumble looking over the papers that were being given to her, reading through the documents she sneered, in no other time would she have signed these. Seeing clearly that this was a losing document for her, she frowned grabbing the black pen she rest her palm against the paper, her hand shaking while she tried her best to sign the papers. After what seemed like hours she finally gave in, scribbling her signature before turning away refusing to look at the pair in front of her.
 
Ryan and Annabelle both smiled as Stacy signed her life away to Ryan. Annabelle collected the papers and put them in the folder. "Congratulations, brother.. You are now a very, very, rich man." She smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Good Luck..." She then left the house. Ryan then turned and looked at Stacy. "You are now my property. Everything you owned is now mine. I want you to take those clothes off... From now on when we are alone you will be naked..."
 
Stacy glared at him, this was not what she had intended when she signed her rights to him and there was no way she would be left vulnerable in front of this man at all times, it just wasn't particle. "You never said that I would have to be naked in front of you all the time," she stated simply, Stacy knew how to run her company in the ground and she would do that soon enough, but as for how she would get out of having to do what Ryan wanted of her, that part would be more difficult.
 
"It doesn't matter what I said before," said Ryan, "You are my property and you will do as I say... Now take off your clothes or I will take them off you myself..."
 
Standing slowly she let her fingers nimbly work over what clothes she had, letting the top and bra fall to the ground she turned to sheild her body from the prying man. Her hands moving the skirt down her legs, panties in place before letting her heels slid off her feet. Looking back at him she frowned, her eyes looking calmly to him. "There happy," motioning to her clothes on the floor.
 
Ryan smiled, "Yes... I'm very happy... Now, let's see how good you are with your mouth..."
 
Stacy turned to look at Ryan with a face filled with nerves, she knew that he could only mean one thing. Letting her eyes fall down to his groin she swallowed. "You mean with talking I hope," she stated trying her best to be calm.
 
Ryan smiled, "No... my dear..." He took Stacy's hand and lead her to the living room and he sat down on the couch. He forced her down to her knees. "I think you now what I'm talking about. And, if I feel you bite me, I'll shave your head bald."
 
She would have ripped it off if he hadn't threatened her hair, the very hair she took so much pride in, looking down at his pant she took a moment to sneer. Letting her fingers move slowly over to the zipper she started to undo it, letting her hand slid into the fabric, closing her eyes she tried to picture she wasn't touching what she was, her hand slowly bringing it out to stroke lightly until hard.
 
Ryan smiled as Stacy started to give him a hand job. It didn't take him very long to get hard. "mmm... Nice... Now let's see what your mouth can do..."
 
She hesitated for only a moment, wishing that some how she would be able to get out of this. Closing her lips around his cock she started to bob up and down, refusing to give him her very best she settled with what, as far as he knew, was her very best job. Letting her lips remain tight around his cock, her head moving at a steady pace.
 
Ryan moaned as she started to suck his cock.. "mmm Yeah... That's it... That's the way... Just like that..."
 
Stacy hated his groans of pleasure, wishing that he would choke on his words she continued her sucking, making the action harder while she closed her eyes, trying to think of another so she could enjoy her time instead of dread that she was acting like this for him.
 
He moaned as she continued to suck on his cock. He put his hands on her head to keep her there. "mmm... Yeah... Oh... I'm gonna cum... and you better drink it all... and you better drink it all.""
 
Stacy wanted to pull away before the salty cum rushed into her mouth, but she had no real choice even if she did move. Letting her eyes squeeze tight she couldn't help but try and forget that she was about to swallow his cum, her throat open and ready for the liquid.
 
Ryan moaned and shot his load into her waiting mouth... Several moments later he pulled his cock out of her mouth. "Very good, Stacy... Very good..."
 
Forcing the cum down her throat she let her eyes glare up at him, she was shamed by her actions just the thought that his cum ran down her throat made her sick with regret that she had ever called him towards her office. Turning away from the man she looked towards the flat screen hanging in the living room, trying to block him out of her mind.
 
Ryan looked at Stacy as she sat on the floor. A broken shell of a woman that had once been a very powerful woman. He smiled, "You know... I might be tempted to forget about this whole thing and give you life back..."
 
Stacy turned at that, looking to him with a hopefully face both filled with want and questions. "What would the catch be? Why would you give back such wealth?" she asked looking to him with a look of disbelief.
 
Ryan smiled, "The catch would be that you become my wife and be the mother of my children. I'll give you back everything that belongs to you, although we would be sharing it as husband and wife. The reason I'm doing this is because I think you've suffered enough."
 
Marriage. He wanted to marry her and enslave her in an entirely new form, looking away she thought for a long moment she could always divorce him if she really wanted to, the option was better for her than having nothing and needing to be his pet. "Fine as long as I can have a prenuptial on my company," she said looking to him, knowing that he really had the power to give it to her or not.
 
Ryan smiled, "Deal..." he shook Stacy's hand. "I'll call Annabelle and have her draw up the prenuptial. Now, get up and get dressed. I can't have my fiancee walking around the house naked." He smiled and headed toward the kitchen to call Annabelle.
 
Stacy got from her knees, brushing the lint off of her body, she moved to the kitchen picking up her clothes she quickly put them back on. "Does this mean I can start dressing myself again?" she asked looking to him with a hopeful smile.
 
"Yes," said Ryan, "But you still can't wear any kind of pants or shorts. You can only wear skirts and dresses." He called Annabelle and told her about the change of plans. She listened and got to work on the prenup.
 
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