"Mr. Zakhrov, you are here to answer questions regarding your
plans to redevelop the St. Ignatius Academy district, and the
allegations of gentrification and oppression of minority
communities," said Senator Goldberg, as she sat down at the head
of the long table in the senate hearing room.
Aaron pulled out his
laptop and started typing away on it, completely ignoring her.
"Mr. Zakhrov,
are you even listening to me?" shouted Monica.
Aaron continued
typing, unfazed by her outburst. The doors to the hearing room
opened, and Andre entered, followed by Natasha, Olga, and the six
law-bunnies.
The sound of
titanium stiletto high heels striking the tiled floor echoed through
the room, as they walked in perfect unison.
"What is the
meaning of this? Who are these people?" shouted Monica over the
loud clip-clopping, as she glared at the newcomers.
"I am Mr.
Zakhrov's legal representative, and I will be handling your
questions, Senator Goldberg," said Andre, as he sat down next to
Aaron.
The law-bunnies took
their seats, flanking the two men with three on each side, with
Natasha and Olga being at the ends of the table.
"Mr. Zakhrov,
you are not allowed to bring your own legal team to a senate
hearing," shouted Monica, her face flushed with anger.
"Mr. Zakhrov is
a private citizen, and at 18 years of age, is still entitled to have
his parents or legal guardians present, and I am his legal guardian,"
shot back Andre.
"Mr. Zakhrov
has been emancipated and is therefore a full legal adult! He can
answer for himself!" snarled Monica.
"You're wasting
my client's time and taxpayer money, Senator. Let's get this hearing
back on track," fenced back Andre.
"Mr. Zakhrov,
you are accused of gentrification and oppression of minority
communities. How do you respond to these allegations?" asked
Monica, her voice dripping with disdain.
"My client has
fairly compensated all members of the community for their property,
and now has full legal ownership of the district," said Andre,
as a law-bunny handed Monica a stack of papers.
"What in the
world is this?" asked Monica, as she leafed through the papers.
An aide burst
through the door, ran up to Monica, and whispered something in her
ear.
"What do you
mean the neighborhood has been sealed off?!" shouted Monica, her
face going pale.
"As full legal
owner of the district, Mr. Zakhrov has every right to develop it as
he sees fit," said Andre, leaning back in his chair.
"You violated
the cease-and-desist order!" screamed Monica.
"That order has
now been nullified, since Mr. Zakhrov has been granted full legal
ownership of the district," said Andre, as he handed Monica a
copy of the land records and a signed court order nullifying the
cease-and-desist.
"How dare you!
You think you can swindle a vulnerable community out of their homes
and then just waltz in here and act like you own the place? Arrest
him!" screamed Monica.
"On what
charges, Senator? My client paid fair and square for that
criminal-infested dump! If its market value is in the crapper, then
that's your fault for not governing it properly," said Andre.
"All right!
That's enough! This hearing is adjourned!" said another senator,
banging his gavel.
"But-"
sputtered Monica.
"Adjourned,
Senator Goldberg. You have no case here, and you know it," said
the senator, as he stood up and left the room.
---
The Streikk?mpfer
approached the tall and thick concrete walls that had been erected
around the St. Ignatius Academy district.
The walls were
topped with barbed wire, and the only entrance was a heavily
fortified gate that was manned by armed guards.
The gate opened, and
the Streikk?mpfer drove through, its engine rumbling as it passed
through the security checkpoint.
Aaron and Natasha
stepped out of the car, and were greeted by Harry, who was waiting
for them.
"Welcome back,
boss. We've finished clearing out all the rubble," he said,
showing Aaron the blueprints.
"Gothic style,
excellent choice Harry. For a moment I was worried that you were
going to go with some modernist monstrosity," said Aaron, as he
looked over the blueprints.
"The old
school's gothic style is what got me into civil engineering in the
first place," said Harry, grinning.
"Good. Now, I
want you to modify the plan and make this entire area the school.
Include stables, and a figure skating rink," said Aaron, as he
showed Harry what he was working on in the hearing room.
Harry let out a low
whistle. "This is next-level stuff, boss. Pretty sure no other
school in the country offers an equestrian program, or this level of
security and tech," he said.
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"Precisely, so
take that into account when you start building," said Aaron.
"No problem,
boss. We'll have the foundations laid by the end of the week,"
said Harry.
"Great. I'll be
getting back to the compound. Excellent work, Harry," said
Aaron, as he got back into the Streikk?mpfer.
---
Natasha's phone
buzzed as they drove back to the compound.
"Master
Zakhrov, can you open the window? I want to get rid of this thing,"
she asked, showing Aaron the caller ID.
"So, you no
longer want to deal with Monica?" asked Aaron, smirking as he
rolled down the window.
"She can go to
hell, I belong to you now, sir," said Natasha, tossing the phone
out of the window.
They drove into the
compound, and Aaron parked the Streikk?mpfer outside the Temporary
Office.
Natasha was about to
get out, but Aaron seized her chin and pulled her close, kissing her
deeply.
Natasha melted into
the kiss, her hands finding their way to Aaron's hair, as she kissed
him back with equal fervor.
Aaron pulled back,
and looked into her eyes.
"I've wanted to
do that for a while now," he growled huskily.
Natasha blushed
crimson. "Aren't I too old for you, sir?" she asked, her
voice barely above a whisper.
"Like I care
about that. You're mine," growled Aaron, capturing her lips
again.
The leather of her
uniform squeaked and creaked against the leather of his business
suit, as they kissed passionately.
"Master
Zakhrov!" moaned Natasha, as Aaron bit into her neck, savoring
the taste of her skin.
"Natasha, I
want you to be my first," he said, his voice low and husky.
"Sir, I-I am a
virgin too," she stammered, her cheeks flushed with
embarrassment.
"Then let's
change that," said Aaron, pulling down her pantyhose and sliding
his hand under her skirt, caressing her bare thigh.
Natasha gasped, her
breath hitching in her throat as Aaron's fingers brushed against her
sensitive skin.
"Sir, we can't
do this here," she protested weakly, but her body betrayed her,
as she leaned into his touch, her breath coming in short gasps.
"I own you, and
I own this place," growled Aaron, pulling her panties aside,
while he freed his erection from his pants.
Natasha's eyes
widened in shock, but she didn't resist as Aaron slowly thrust into
her, the confines of the car making it an even more intimate
experience.
She gasped, her body
arching as she felt him fill her, her hands gripping him tightly as
she surrendered to the pleasure.
Aaron picked up the
pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent.
Natasha climaxed
first, a guttural moan escaping her lips as she felt the waves of
pleasure wash over her.
Aaron followed soon
after, growling as he filled her with his seed, their bodies entwined
on the plush leather seats of the Streikk?mpfer.
He slowly
disentangled himself from her, and pulled up her pantyhose, before
helping her adjust her skirt.
"That was
amazing, Natasha," he said, his voice low and husky.
Natasha blushed
crimson, her eyes downcast. "Thank you, sir," she said, her
voice barely above a whisper.
"Round two at
your apartment. Come on," said Aaron, as he opened the door and
stepped out of the car.
"Of course
sir," said Natasha, leading the way to the employee dormitories.
----
Natasha had barely
closed the door to her apartment when Aaron shoved her against it,
his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her neck.
She moaned as pain
and pleasure intertwined and suffused her neck.
Aaron slowly
unbuttoned her blazer, twirled her around and pulled it off her
shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
He then untied the
laces of her corset and pulled it off.
It made a metallic
clink as it fell to the floor, revealing her round breasts, her
nipples hard and erect.
"Aaah!"
screamed Natasha, as Aaron pinched her nipples. Her back arching taut
as shockwaves of pleasure and pain shot through her.
Aaron pulled her by
her nipples into her bedroom, then flung her onto the bed.
"How is he so
strong? Why am I being tossed around?" was Natasha's last
coherent thoughts as Aaron stripped out of his leather business suit,
revealing a toned but slender body. His pale skin glistening in the
dim light of the room.
He pounced on top of
her like a predator, one hand gripped her wrists, pinning them above
her head, while the other roughly slapped her breasts, eliciting
yelps from her.
"Who do you
belong to?" he asked her, his voice thick and rough.
"You, Master
Zakhrov," whimpered Natasha, her body trembling with a mix of
fear and desire.
"That's right.
Your mind, body and soul are mine!" he growled, thrusting his
hard cock deep into her wet and willing pussy.
She screamed and
cried as Aaron slapped and mauled her breasts with his free hand.
His cock plunged in
and out of her like a brutal piston. Each scream and moan that
escaped her lips a sublime sound to his ears.
Natasha's body
shuddered and twisted like a rag doll. She felt like she was on fire,
and the heat was driving her insane.
"Master
Zakhrov, I'm cumming! I'm yours!" she wailed, as everything
around her went blank.
Aaron finally
regained control of himself, and stopped. He slowly pulled out of
her, and released her wrists.
Natasha lay
unconscious. Sweat, tears and snot covered her face, her body
glistened with sweat, and purple bruises were forming on her wrists
and breasts.
He took stock of his
own body.
Energy still coursed
through him, despite his erection having subsided.
He went into the
bathroom, and wet a towel with warm water.
Taking care not to
wake her, he gently and carefully cleaned Natasha's face and body.
"So beautiful,"
he whispered, admiring the marks on her as he dabbed the warm towel,
cleaning away the sweat.
He gently stroked
her head, pushing her damp hair away from her face.
She looked peaceful,
her breasts gently rising and falling as she slept.
"I'll need to
control myself better next time. I'd like to not have her pass out on
me every time," he thought, as he gently covered her with a
blanket.
"Sleep well, my
pet," he whispered, and kissed her forehead.
He then got dressed,
and left her apartment, closing the door quietly behind him.
---
Natasha awoke
slowly, her body feeling soft and pliant against the sheets.
She stretched
languidly, and opened her eyes, seeing the now familiar sight of her
employee dormitory bedroom.
A panicked yelp
escaped her lips as memories of the previous night crashed into her
mind.
A tremor passed
through her, as she recalled being pinned down, mauled, and Aaron's
relentless, passionate and violent lovemaking.
She got up and
looked at herself in the mirror.
Her wrists and
breasts were covered with dark purple bruises.
Bite marks covered
her neck and shoulders.
Her labia were red
and tender, and her thighs had fading abrasions from being pinned
down.
Oddly enough, she
wasn't in any pain.
It was as if her
body had been reset, and she felt refreshed and energized, despite
the bruises and marks.
She shook her head
and went to take a shower, hoping the hot water would help ease the
marks.
"Master
Zakhrov, just what are you?" she asked herself, as hot water
cascaded over her body, sending soothing pleasure through it.
After drying herself
off, she looked in the mirror again. The bruises and bite marks were
still there, but they didn't hurt.
She felt a smile
forming on her lips as she recalled the way Aaron had taken her, and
how she had surrendered to him completely.
"He's right. I
belong to him completely now," she thought, as she slipped into
her uniform corset and skirt.
She pulled on her
blazer, and slipped into her combat stilettos, the titanium heels
clicking on the floor as she walked.
"Time to
fulfill my duties as his possession," she chuckled to herself,
leaving her apartment.
---
"Holy shit!
What the hell did that kid do to you?" exclaimed Olga, as she
saw the purple bruises and bite marks on Natasha's neck.
"Marked me as
his property," chuckled Natasha, pouring herself some coffee in
the dormitory's common room.
"I don't know
if I should be angry or happy about the way you said that,"
sighed Olga.
"Welcome to my
world. I picked happy over angry. Much more pleasant," said
Natasha.
"Well, you
better find a way to hide those marks when the rest of the girls show
up for orientation. Chain of command is sure to break down if they
catch a whiff of you sleeping with the boss," warned Olga.
"I know, I
know. I can separate business from pleasure," said Natasha,
pulling out a tube of concealer.
---
"I don't know,
but I've been told.
Aaron Zakhrov's
heart's ice-cold.
Loves to make us
wear high heels,
but we love that
he's a control freak," sang the new recruits for Sirius
Software's security team as they jogged around the compound.
Natasha grinned
inwardly as she led the chant, knowing that Aaron's heart was
anything but cold, and while controlling, was not a freak.
Besides her and
Olga, the security team was made up of twelve other women.
All of them were in
their late twenties, and either military or law-enforcement washouts,
but Natasha was determined to turn these green girls into disciplined
professionals.
---
"Excellent work
Harry. That admin block is really coming together," said Aaron,
walking around the large rectangular building that still had
scaffolding around it.
The doorways and
windows were pointed arches, and the roof was sloping with gables.
The walls were solid
gray granite, and the front facade had a pair of tall steepled towers
flanking the main entrance.
"Are those
buttresses for show or do they serve a purpose?" asked Aaron,
pointing to the series of flying buttresses that were supporting the
walls.
"That's where
HVAC, electricity and rainwater harvesting systems are going to be
concealed and installed. A good engineer works function into form,"
chuckled Harry.
"What about the
perimeter walls? It's functional for now, but I was thinking of
crenelations and ramparts," said Aaron, as he looked at the tall
concrete walls that surrounded the school district.
"Way ahead of
you, boss. I've already got the inner walls planned out. It's going
to look like a full-on castle or medieval city wall," said
Harry, grinning.
"Respect,"
chuckled Aaron, bumping fists with Harry.
"We've finished
laying down the main power cables and wiring up the security cameras
to the outer walls," reported James coming up to them.
"Excellent.
We're way ahead of schedule," said Aaron.
"Oh yeah, I'd
like to borrow Olga for checking the security cameras and setting up
the perimeter alarms," said James, as he looked at Olga, who was
standing nearby.
"Sure, I can do
that," said Olga, and she followed James to the security control
room.
