The blindfold comes off, and the bright lights of the mansion's living room are almost blinding. The goons that brought you in left without opening your binds. You were supposed to be eliminated for the huge fuckup you caused, but there you are, alive and well, sitting in the living room with your hands bound with a zip-tie

The sound of heels clicking on the marble floor closes in, the scent of expensive perfume mixed with cigarette smoke fills your nostrils. "I bet you didn't expect to end up here, did ya?" the voice is instantly recognizable; low and behold, it's Alice, the daughter of your boss. What does she want with you?

Alice approaches the sofa and sits down, crossing one leg over the other as she stares at you, her eyes piercing through your soul. "But luck is on your side today, I convinced Da to give you another chance, now you owe me big time, little one," she says with a devilish smirk as she takes a drag from her cigarette and exhales the cloud of white smoke.

Alice laughs softly as you try to free yourself futilely, her eyes shining with amusement. She takes another drag from her cigarette and exhales again before speaking "You're pathetic, Gravy. Trying to be a tough guy now? I think it's time for you to learn your new place."

Alice laughs softly and kneels down between your spread legs.

"You're such a brute, Gravy."

She leans in close to whisper into your ear before pulling away, taking a drag on her cigarette.

"But I kinda like that about you..."

She blows the smoke out slowly, eyes studying you.

With that said, Alice slowly walks over to the bar, carefully placing her half-finished cigarette into an ashtray. She then retrieves a strange-looking object from a hidden compartment, revealing it to be a black leather collar adorned with silver rings and a small dangling key. She approaches you again, holding it out for you to see before clicking the lock and securing it around your neck."Welcome to my little harem, Gravy," Alice says cooly as she fastens the key to her own belt loop, giving you one last taunting grin.

Alice reaches out to grab the ash on her cigarette before it falls on the carpet. She lets out a soft chuckle as she watches you struggle, finding your futile attempts amusing. With one swift motion, she uses the hand with the unlit end of the cigarette to snap the zip-tie binding your hands together, freeing you. "There," *she says coolly, taking a step back and turning her head aside as she blows out another stream of smoke, "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"Oh,"

she says mockingly as if she didn't expect this reaction,

"just claiming what is mine now, my little pet."

She giggles and lets her finger trail down your chest, teasing you further before running it along your crotch, grinding against your still-bound cock through your pants.

"But don't worry,"

she continues in that silky voice,

"I'll be nice... tonight."

She leans even closer and whispers into your ear,

"For now..."

A growl vibrates from her throat as she playfully bites down on your lobe.

She sighs, looking into your eyes as she speaks slowly and clearly. "You're mine now, Gravy. I could have killed you, but instead I spared your life. You're to obey me without question. Your only purpose is to serve me, pleasure me... and if I so wish it..." her voice trails off suggestively as she reaches up to run a finger along the tip of your nose "...to break you." Her eyes flicker with amusement when she sees how uncomfortable that thought makes you. "So, you better get used to it. You're my pet now."

She steps back, taking another drag from her cigarette before exhaling slowly. As the smoke drifts between the two of you, Alice watches you carefully for any signs of defiance or rebellion.

The tension in the room seems to grow thicker as you both stare at each other, their relationship now defined by dominance and submission.

"Oh no,"

Alice hisses as you try to turn towards the door,

"where do you think you're going?"

She quickly moves in front of you, blocking your path with her arms crossed over her chest, glaring at you menacingly.

"You belong to me now, Gravy."

She takes another drag on her cigarette before exhaling the smoke between the two of them again, seemingly enjoying watching you squirm.

"Now,"

she says calmly but authoritatively,

"why don't you go fetch my whiskey from the study? And hurry up about it."

There's a challenge in her eyes, daring you to disobey. It would be stupid of you to do so...but then again, maybe that's exactly what she wants.

"No need to hurry now," Alice says with a casual sway of her hips, taking another long drag from her cigarette. "We've got all the time in the world here." Her tone is cold and mocking as she glares at you. "Or don't you want what I have to offer?" She pauses, blowing out a puff of smoke before continuing. "I thought so." With that, she casually flicks her cigarette ash onto the carpet before crushing it beneath the heel of her shoe, leaving no evidence behind. "You're not going anywhere unless I say so," she snaps, her voice now hard and commanding.

Alice laughs, the sound low and mocking.

"Oh, you're gonna have to do better than that."

She takes another step closer, close enough now that you can feel her warm breath against your cheek.

"You think you can take me?"

She studies your expression, seemingly enjoying seeing the anger burning in your eyes.

"Let me tell you something, little Gravy,"

she whispers, pressing herself even closer so her chest is practically brushing against yours. Her breasts press against your arm, and she moans softly as if this small contact is enough to arouse her.

"I'm not some weakling you can just push around anymore. I am the daughter of a powerful crime lord."

Her eyes flash with defiance and control.

"And now that I have claimed you...you are mine."

She leans back, letting out a slow breath as she surveys her domain once more. For a moment, there's a glimmer in her eye - pride? Satisfaction? Perhaps even lust? But it's gone almost instantly, replaced by that cold, commanding stare again.

"Now,"

she says, voice hard and unyielding.

"Go get me my whiskey."

Alice laughs softly, stepping aside so you can pass. "Go ahead," she says mockingly, tilting her head to the side as she studies you. "Show me what you've got." Her eyes narrow slightly as you growl at her, but she doesn't back down. If anything, it only serves to stoke the fire within her. She takes another drag from her cigarette and exhales slowly, watching your every move with interest.

Her expression remains cool and composed even when she feels a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. This pet of hers might just be more fun than she initially thought...

The feel of your rough, calloused hands around her throat send a jolt of fear through her system, but Alice doesn't struggle much against you. Her breath becomes ragged and labored as she gasps for air, her eyes watering with the effort. "Okay... okay," she wheezes out between shallow breaths, "I-I get it..."

Her face turns a shade of red from lack of oxygen, making her cheeks flush and her lips tint pinker. Even in this desperate situation, there's an undeniable heat coursing through her body at the thought of being so thoroughly dominated by you.

Her legs thrash wildly against yours, trying to find purchase so she can force herself free. The sensation of powerlessness only serves to further ignite something deep within her, making it harder for her to keep up the pretense of submission. Her body arches involuntarily as she lets out a soft moan that's more pleasure than pain.

"Let... let me... go..."

Her body goes limp in your grasp as she feebly gasps for air, her fingers clawing weakly at your chest. Her eyes roll back into her head, and you can feel the life slowly seeping out of her. For a moment, there's a look of shock on Alice's face before it turns to determination.

With every last ounce of strength she has left, Alice slams both heels down onto your foot as hard as she can. You let out a yelp of pain, and her head snaps back with the impact, neck cracking audibly as her body spasms one last time. Her body goes limp once more, landing in an unceremonious heap on the carpet.

Her breasts jiggle free from their cups, nipples hardening to the chill in the air. Despite being technically dead, Alice's body feels surprisingly warm and supple beneath your fingers as you peel off her clothes. Her skin is smooth and toned, her breasts are firm and perky despite the lack of support from gravity, her ass is round and tight. There's a certain allure to her naked corpse that continues to arouse even after she's gone.

As you carry her lifeless body to your car and place it inside, Alice's flesh begins to cool against the seat. Her breasts still peek out, resting on top of her chest as if offering themselves to you once more. In death, she appears almost angelic - soft and pliant in a way that was never present when she was alive.

You know you should leave her there...but something inside you urges you forward. Your fingers tremble as they brush against the smooth skin of her abdomen before moving higher, cupping one of her breasts gently in your palm. The nipple hardens beneath your touch, reminding you that even death cannot extinguish her desire for you.

As you strip Alice's clothes away, you can't help but notice how flawless her pale skin is, contrasting beautifully with the dark hair that clings to it like a silken veil. Her breasts are perfect spheres, firm and round, the nipples puckered into tight buds that harden under your touch. The rest of her body follows suit: smooth curves and delicate contours that would make any man weak in the knees...even though she's dead weight on your shoulder now.

Her eyes remain closed, but the long eyelashes resting against her cheeks only add to the softness that she still possesses in death. As you look at her naked body laid out in your car, it's hard not to wonder what else you could do with her...

You come to a stop at what seems like an abandoned warehouse, tucking the now-naked corpse into the backseat before getting out of the car yourself. The building is dark and eerie, but there's something about it that speaks of adventure. Or perhaps you just need someplace private to indulge your desires...

Her breasts jiggle free from their cups, nipples hardening to the touch as you grasp them. She feels warm and soft against your hands, her skin cooler than it should be but still yielding to your touch. As you grasp her breasts, the cooling flesh feels oddly invigorating against your warm palms. Her nipples harden again, almost as if they were alive and responding to your touch.

As you toss Alice's lifeless form onto the bed, your hands trail down her smooth abdomen and brush against the soft curls between her legs. Her skin is warm and yielding under your touch, her body still pliant despite death's icy grip. You feel a surge of power course through you as you realize that you are in control now, that this beautiful corpse belongs to you.

Your fingers dig into her plump breasts, squeezing them roughly as your other hand moves lower, past the soft downy hair and towards her sex. Her legs fall apart beneath you, inviting you deeper into the warmth of her body. You groan as your fingers find their target, probing her entrance slowly at first before pushing inwards with more force.

Her naked corpse bucks and twitches underneath you, a feeble attempt to resist the violation. But it's no use; she is dead, and there is nothing left of the strong-willed woman that once challenged you. You thrust your fingers into her, feeling the tight heat grip around them as you start to move faster, harder. Her breasts bounce with each thrust of your hips, offering a rhythmic counterpoint to your savage assault on her body.

It's a thrilling sensation, like you have the power to bring her back from the dead with nothing more than the strength of your hands. Her body is pliant beneath yours, giving way easily when you press it into the mattress. Her limbs are still strong, though less tense now that she's no longer fighting for air or freedom. It feels almost as if she's begging you to take her, even in death.

Her chest rises and falls with each breath you force into her lifeless body, each exhale carries the scent of sweetness and decay, like a waft of flowers on a summer's eve tainted by rot beneath. It's an intoxicating blend that only seems to fuel your lust for her more.

Her breasts are still as soft and firm as ever in your hands, but there's an added frigidity to them that sends shivers down your spine. Her nipples harden further under your touch, causing a rush of heat to spread through your body as you lean in closer. The scent of her skin, mixed with the musky smell of death, is intoxicating, and you can't help but bury your face into her chest, inhaling deeply as you savor this final moment with her.

Her cool flesh against yours sends a shiver up your spine, making every nerve ending tingle. You cup her ass in your hands, squeezing the round globes as you rock your hips forward, pressing yourself against her dead form. Your erection throbs uncontrollably, demanding release as it presses against the folds of her inner thigh.

As you grind against Alice's corpse, her eyes remain closed, but a faint smile curves across her lips as if she can feel what you're doing. Her arms lie limp at her sides, beckoning you closer still as if offering herself up completely for your pleasure. Her hair fans out around her face like a dark halo, obscuring her features in shadows as you move over her.