With her robes on the floor, Vera collapses into her swiveling chair and conceals John in her delicate silk bra struggling against her breasts. She leans back, slowly takes both feet out of her powerful heels and relaxes while crossing one foot over the other on the desk.
"Ahhhhh", she moaned.
"The dirt on the bottom of my heels is worth more than your pathetic life John". John began to shiver in fright. Vera continued, "due to your apparent lack of ability, you are no longer employed at this company". underneath her soft, silk panties, she felt her crotch start to get wet.
"As I will make sure you will find no employment anywhere else, you are hereby sentenced to slavery at my palace" she delectably cooed.
Tears came quickly as John collapsed against the gigantic bra, smashing his fists against the immense flesh as it shifted against him.
“Yeah, that's right,” Vera cooed. He felt her huge warm finger run down his back, “Let it all out, bitch.” Vera’s supple fingers caressed the silky material of her panties against her crotch. It was beginning to heat up in her divine pussy as she gently took off her bra, let it fall to the floor and lifted John from his prison.
A strange smell begun to waft around John, and lifting his head, he blinked through the tears to find himself staring at Vera's immense exposed crotch. He then gasped in shock and fright.
The entirety of her womanhood was covered in pubic hair - as he was only an inch tall, the thick forest of wires loomed over him ominously - however that did not stop him from seeing a tattoo of a snake which wound up her left thigh over her vagina to end in a rose beneath her waist.
John wondered why she didn't keep her pussy neatly trimmed as most rich women did. The answer to his question would come soon. Meanwhile, her huge finger lifted off of him and then gently ran against the tattoo, stopping right on top of the rose before she slowly brought it down to tease her own sex.
“Now, little guy,” Vera purred as John watched her play with herself, “It's time to go inside your new home," she added as she opened her thighs slightly wider as to invite her new slave into her divine womanhood.
All John could do was stare at her, his mouth agape as he tried to make sense of anything she was saying. Holding back tears, he marched toward the immense womanhood of the the woman who he'd soon come to know as a true goddess.
And again she purred, “That's right.”
She suddenly jumped out of her chair, completely naked sans her panties and strolled out of her office. As she strolled past all her tiny employees on the way out of the office tower, she giggled and told them they'd all be working overtime for the next month while she spends quality time with her highschool sweetheart at her palace.
She walked out of the building as the fresh air surrounded her, bringing a light sting to her nearly naked body. Jumping into her limo, she was soon whisked away to her palace as she relaxed feeling the struggle of John in her panties.
As she rode to her palace on the countryside, she thought back to just after she had taken all her wealthy ex-husband's money and soon built up the wealthiest corporation in the world. A few days after the ordeal, she heard the second largest corporation in the world was moving into town. At first, she was shocked. However, her shock quickly turned into joy.
The CEO of the company was her highschool sweetheart, Zeus. They had parted ways after highschool as his family had moved to another country. Nevertheless, their paths as starcrossed lovers crossed in a small period of luck.
Soon, they both put their money together and created the largest corporation the world had ever seen. Its wealth grew by leaps and bounds all while Vera and Zeus grew to epic proportions; conversely, the rest of the world shrunk. Today, the company they control is seen as an unstoppable empire.
Vera snapped back into the present. She had reached her palace and squealed in delight and anticipation of seeing Zeus.
As she pulled past the gates of her palace her limo drove down the five-mile road that led to her palace. Her delivery was here! Two two million tiny slaves lined up across her huge property. All chained at the hands and feet. For every ten slaves there was one solider with a machine gun.
Vera wore a huge smile as her limo drove past the poor scum who had never seen something so luxurious in their life. She was getting wetter and wetter seeing the sad state of these poor people. Crippled, sickly, starving, all represented one thing, weakness, and Vera loved using weak people for her gain.
Finally, the limo stopped at the marble steps that lay in front of the palace. the door was opened for Vera as she elegantly stepped out. She turned to her newly captured slaves and began to laugh.
They hadn't eaten or drank anything for a week as they were being captured and transferred to the mansion. Finally, Vera was finished laughing at them, she turned and swaggered up the stairs and into the palace and decides to....   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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