Windsor Empire (Benthicdreamer x Poppy)

[Poppy]

Paradisio was considered to be a city on the cutting edge of technology. It was a metropolis, with skyscrapers that touched the heavens, and crime lords that gladly scraped the bottom. And the Windsor Family happened to be the richest in the city. They had their hands in everything, from politics to banking. They were responsible for the city managing to hum along at the pace it did, funding scientific advancements that would keep the city at the forefront of technology.

Arthur Windsor was the patriarch of the Windsor family. His wife was long deceased, bringing his sole child into this world. For all of the money he spent on scientific advancement, he couldn’t save his beloved wife from bleeding out on the operating table. To say that Miria Windsor was his pride and joy would be a vast understatement. He kept her at home to be privately tutored, while children of his peers were sent away to the best and fanciest boarding schools. He instead considered his daughter to be an investment in the future, his living legacy. After all, one day, she would be the one in charge of the Windsor empire. And he needed Miria to have a good head on her shoulders for the day that came.

Miria was beautiful, looking so much like her mother save for her pale green eyes. That was the sole trait she shared with her father. She even had her mother’s trait of silver grey hair, having the color ever since the day she was born. Not to mention the same placement of a mole on her chin, underneath the corner of her bottom lip. Arthur spoiled his daughter as much as possible, finding that she had an affinity for jewelry. At every available turn, he was certain to lavish her with expensive trinkets. He couldn’t help it, loving the way her eyes would light up and sparkle at the sight of every shiny new item.

But somehow, she kept a level head, never turning into the stereotypical spoiled rich princess, like so many of her friends. It was hard to call them friends, as they were just children of her father’s peers. But they were the only thing she could consider for friends until she would be older. Many people attributed her good behavior to the fact that Arthur Windsor ensured that his daughter was as involved in his philanthropic work as he was. She volunteered her time and skills for the needy, as did her father, wanting to set a good example.

At Miria’s begging, he allowed her to go to a college, to finally experience education among her peers. She was considered the brightest student of her graduating class, becoming the valedictorian. At her father’s urging, she took business management, as that would be her job one day. Even though she wanted to become a thespian, she knew that there was a family legacy to uphold. So her dreams of the stage would have to be placed on hold.

Upon graduation, she was given a year of fully-paid travel around the world, in order to help her with any wanderlust she may have developed through the years. But she returned early, wanting to be close to her father and help him with the family business. It was decided that she would take over the leadership of the Windsor Financial Company. They ran the majority of the banks in Paradisio, and made investment decisions for the many various organizations under the Windsor family name.

The Windsor family also knew how important it was to invest in the future. Plenty of future talent that could prove very beneficial in the company might be passed over if it wasn’t for their numerous internship positions and scholarships. They gave grants as well to up and coming businesses, especially ones focused on making the world a better place. It seemed that her father finally thought that she was prepared to take an intern under her wing, thinking it would be beneficial. Sometimes a lesson stuck better when teaching another person, after all. So it was decided that she would take a younger applicant, who seemed to be the brightest out of the selection of applications.

Miria was waiting in her office for her intern to show up, knowing that her mousy secretary outside her spacious corner office would be more than willing to let him in. Her secretary was ditzy and accident prone, but at least she was cute. She was a plus sized girl that always wore the cutest dresses, as if she forgot that she worked at a prestigious investment firm. Miria’s office was decorated in the latest style, mostly marble, gold and onyx. Her office was as large as most people’s apartments, with her desk in the center back along with a table to have more informal meetings to the front of the room. A leather couch was on the other side of the door, if she ever wanted a chance to stretch out and take a break.

She was dressed to the nines, wearing as much jewelry as she could manage without looking gaudy. Arthur typically gifted her with emeralds and diamonds, set in gold. She wore a white blouse, that was cut so low in the front that it stopped right above under her cleavage. Her decolletage was front and center, thanks to her trusty push up bra. She was certainly gifted in the breast size department, not really needing a push up bra. But the lacy bra helped to make the girls look even better. She wore a black high waist-ed skirt, with diamond buttons running down the side of her hip. This was finished off with designer high heels, drenched in emeralds and gold. Miria wore multiple necklaces, rings and bracelets. She had to wear a pair of thin, rimless glasses, something that she required when starting college. It helped her to read better.

After a while of reading over reports from the weekend shifts, there was a knock at her door. Her secretary buzzed over the intercom on her phone, announcing the arrival of her intern. Miria got to her feet, heels clicking on the marble flooring as she smoothed out her designer clothing. A pleasant smile was on the 30 year old’s face as she walked around her desk in order to greet her intern.

 

[BenthicDreamer]

Josh Taggart walked into the office as if it belonged to him, his entire demeanor cold and detached, taking in everything with the swift efficiency of a machine. He did not come from money. His suit was off the rack. Whereas Miria was pale, he was dark, with black hair and blacker eyes that seemed to swallow all the light around them as they took in his surroundings. Surroundings that had been handed to this woman on a silver platter with gold inlay. And he was expected to learn from her?

He supposed she was intelligent enough on paper, but her track record suggested either a lack of her vaunted Windsor intellect, or a lack of drive. Either way, he was not impressed. Not that he could admit such a thing. He was, after all, still in high school. A junior, held back from early graduation by loving grandparents—his own mother and father having been killed in this shithole town long ago—who mistakenly believed that a touch of normality with other children would be good for him. At fifteen his business acumen had allowed him to get noticed, at sixteen he began actually working for the larger companies when he wasn’t studying, and now, at seventeen, he was here, working under the Windsor princess herself.

That thought made him smile. Where would he be by this time next year? He knew exactly where he’d be. The real question was where would Miria be? He shook her hand when she greeted him, grip firm and dark eyes holding her green ones, only flitting to her impressive breasts when she looked away. He grew hard at the thought of what he would like to do to that perfect rack—what he would do to it.

Rather than waiting to be directed to a seat, he simply strode around Miria, back behind her desk, and slid a drive onto her computer. A few quick strokes on the keyboard and several programs were up and running, including one that played a video he knew she thought had been destroyed. One from her time in college when she had gotten her first taste of the real world and joined a sorority. Lewd sounds filled the office as a younger Miria was hazed on screen—and then the video projected in a three dimensional rendering, a hologram, in the center of the office.

“You know, Miss Windsor,” Josh said. “I would have expected someone with your background to be more cognizant of their digital footprint.” He fixed her with a dead glare. “What exactly were you thinking when this video took place? Or were you thinking at all?” He wasn’t actually taller than her, he was still growing and filling out, but in that instant, Josh Taggart seemed to tower over Miria Windsor.

 

[Poppy]

Miria’s eyes widened in surprise as he made his way around her desk. The beautiful woman had to admit that he was quite bold, almost making her feel as if she were the intern. She adjusted her glasses at the corner of the frames with a few fingers before moving to follow him. There was a slight smile at the corner of her full lips as she watched him take a seat at her computer and make himself at home.

“Generally, this is not exactly how an intern…” Her words stopped as the drive he inserted loaded up, and displayed the raunchy video that she had worked so hard to keep from getting onto the internet. Jade green eyes moved to the center of her office as the lewd scene was projected for all to see, and she was quite thankful for the soundproof walls that she had in the office. There, in hologram form, was the younger Miria on all fours. She was taking cock from multiple fraternity members, one in every hole except for her ass. That had a nice fat cock coupled up with a large vibrator shoved in to double penetrate her.

A scarlet flush spread across her pallid skin as she moved to unplug her computer, heart pounding and her breathing ragged. She straightened up, tugging her skirt down and looked directly to Josh. There was no denying that he now had the upper hand in this situation. And if he had this video, it was easy enough to surmise that he had all of the photographs to go with it. Poor Miria had to spend a week as nothing more than a cock sleeve to the most popular fraternity in order to join the sorority. While many of the women who were rushing freaked out and bailed, Miria ended up loving every degraded act that was forced upon her.

“I don’t know who you think you are….or what you’re planning on.” Her voice sounded deadly serious. “What I can tell you, is that I am willing to pay you any amount you desire in order to destroy what evidence you have. If money isn’t enough, you can have a position in my family’s business. If you still need more, I’m willing to comply in order to keep this video and photos from becoming released.” She folded her arms under her bust, pushing her breasts up even more.

 

[BenthicDreamer]

Josh made no move to stop her from unplugging the computer and killing the display. She knew the score and understood the unspoken threat. Whether or not she held this drive or destroyed her own computer in an attempt to scour them of the evidence it wouldn’t matter. He held the power and they both knew it.

His black eyes fixed to her with the dead intensity of a shark. This was supposed to be the heir to the Windsor empire? Even with him holding all the cards he hadn’t expected her to simply roll over and offer him a blank check, a position with her family’s company perhaps, but not open compliance. No wonder all the company assets had plateaued under her leadership. Did the woman have any real fight in her? Probably not any more than real business sense.

“Let us begin simply,” he said, pulling out his phone and displaying what was supposed to be her private schedule, one maintained in a shared folder exclusively for her and that dumpy little assistant of hers who used her favorite cat’s name for all of her passwords. “You are meeting with Mr. Vasquez of Global Motor and Oil this afternoon at one o’clock. You have here a note that says GRI, which I take stands for ‘get rid of intern.’ Let me make this abundantly clear, you will not be getting rid of me, especially not when it comes to actual business. I am not your little side project. You are mine.”

He pulled up several more documents, all from the Windsor private server which he had accessed by first getting through Miria’s secretary and then using that to collect enough information to pass through Miria’s own private security system. It all worked quite well but like every system, it was only as good as user error allowed it to be. A few hand gestures at the phone’s augmented reality display and a larger copy of the documents hovered in the center of the room where the lewd video had been playing only moments ago.

“You are currently planning to turn down Mr. Vasquez’s offer of purchasing interest in the majority of those new venture capital projects of yours. I have already amended the contract he sent you. You will take credit for these amendments and accept his offer upon his acceptance of these new terms.” He stood up from the desk and came around to stand before her, a few inches shorter and yet standing with the poise of a much older man looking down at her with all the contempt one reserves for a secretary who has managed to spill coffee on their new suit.

As casually as he had done everything else, Josh reached out and cupped her breast over her clothes. “Also, take off your panties and hand them to me.”

 

[Poppy]

Miria’s heart was pounding so hard that it was hard to hear what Josh had to say. The only thing that was filling her ears was the sound of her own blood rushing through her veins. How had he gotten ahold of her personal schedule? The blush that was staining her pale cheeks was spreading down to her chest, feeling humiliated as he advised her on how her schedule was to be run.

“Of course, there are certain sensitive topics that I don’t believe an intern should be privy to…” The grey haired woman was doing her best to explain her stance on the initials, but her voice was meek and powerless sounding. It would be hard for anyone to believe that she was supposed to be the one in charge of this situation.

Her eyes scanned over the information that he displayed before her. She chewed her bottom lip as he gave her business advice. It made the hairs on the back of her neck bristle, to think that this man was blackmailing her and now giving her business advice. Miria didn’t agree with the oil company’s decision to drill on protected lands, but it was obvious that such a decision would severely impact the Windsor family’s bottom line. Oil dependency was at an all time high, even if she hoped for a clean energy future.

Her green eyes watched as he approached her, feeling resentment build inside of her. “I don’t know what you’re thinking handling such sensitive business documents, but-” She stopped herself short as he groped her breast, and made the request for her panties. It was obvious that her words were falling on deaf ears.

“Please...just let me process everything…” Miria’s voice sounded weak as she slumped into her office chair, feeling a sense of defeat. There was no other choice than to comply with the young intern’s wishes, and allow him to be the one making the shots. Not if she wanted the damaging video and images to remain a secret.

 

[BenthicDreamer]

“No.” Josh used the opportunity afforded by her suddenly weak and poor posture to shove his hand between her legs, grab hold of the fabric his fingers found there, and yanked until the sound of ripping filled the office and he held some lacy scrap in his hand, which he casually discarded atop her desk where anyone who walked in could see. Not that anyone would but she didn’t need to know that. A second motion just as swift and sudden had the office chair falling over, spilling her out of it onto the floor in front of him.

“I don’t think you fully appreciate your situation,” Josh said, slowly, casually unbuckling his belt and pulling it free from the belt loops of his slacks with a supple hiss. Everything he had done this far, despite the explosiveness and violence had been done just like this, with calm, almost detached certainty. There was a part of him that protested silently in the back of his mind, that issued commands for his body to tremble and his conscience to stop what he was doing, but he quashed it. He knew what he was doing and this needed to be done.

He positioned himself behind Miria, belted folded over in his hands. “On all fours and raise your skirt over your ass.” His voice gave no indication that this was any different than his other commands. A faint flush of his cheeks was quickly killed with an effort of willpower, a trick he’d learned back when puberty had first hit, but otherwise he seemed just as cold and unattached as ever.

“You do not have the luxury of time or comfort anymore,” he said, stepping forward and taking a knee, grabbing the back of her knock in the process and shoving her down so that her pretty face rubbed into the carpet. A good thing the Windsors only procured the best for their own offices, otherwise she might have had a rug burn. “You do not have the luxury of decision making power. You do not have the luxury of options. When you had all of these things, you squandered them. Windsor stock has been steadily declining since you took your position, acquisition has plateaued. And you’ve always secretly been a slut craving somebody else’s control.”

He stood and stepped behind her. Ready or not he let the belt fly, striking her across her ass. “You will count each stroke and you will thank me for saving your company from you each time.” He struck again, harder. “I don’t hear you, slut.”

 

[Poppy]

As Josh refused to give her a brief respite to process everything that was happening, she squealed in surprise as he yanked the designer panties off of her body. They were easily reduced to shred, giving almost no resistance. Miria’s eyes were wide with fear as the ruined garment was tossed onto her desk, hating herself as she could feel wet arousal spreading between her thighs. But she didn’t have much time to react as she was unceremoniously dumped out of her chair.

On the floor, it was easy to feel beneath the younger man. Her heart beat wildly as she watched him remove his belt, surprised at how methodical his actions were. It was as if the man lacked a single shred of remorse or humanity. A shiver ran down her spine as she wondered precisely what her intern would be subjecting her to during their time together. Her brain was screaming at her to get to her feet and run out of the room, but fear kept her anchored in her spot.

Miria realized as he folded the belt over in his hands what Josh was planning. She finally had her fight or flight instinct kick in, doing her best to scramble across the carpet and put her back to her desk. But she wasn’t fast enough, quickly grabbed up by the intern and forced into the position he desired. Her pretty face was forced down into the carpet, her skirt having shifted to be around her waist during the scuffle. Her plump bottom was on display, legs slightly spread, clear juices dripping from her exposed cunt.

“Please, stop….” The grey haired woman moaned. Never before a day in her life had she been physically punished. Her father could never bring himself to do it. But it seemed that today, she was going to learn a hard lesson by the crack of Josh’s belt. But everything he was saying was right. Under her leadership, the Windsor family’s enterprises were suffering. And he was absolutely right- she had always been a cock craving slut, adoring the feeling of being filled up in every hole thanks to her wild sorority days.

As the belt struck her bottom, it left an obvious imprint, a red welt appearing on her pale skin. Miria cried out in pain, trying to wriggle her way out of the situation but it was impossible. Tears were stinging her eyes as she endured the humiliating treatment, cunt now gushing with her arousal all over the expensive carpet. She bit her lip to try to remain quiet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of buckling. But with the second strike, she drew blood on the inside of her mouth, tears running down her face.

‘If I go along with this….just wait for it. Try to find an out.’ Miria thought to herself before opening her mouth to speak. “One, thank you for saving my company!” Her cheeks were as bright red as her ass, but something deep inside of her was craving the treatment.