"You'll get your product when I'm good and ready to give you your fucking product."
Filthy Rich was many things, but a patient man, he was not. He wasn't fond of repeating himself, nor was he thrilled when things went against his plans. Of course, those traits were what made him so successful in this business. He was relentless, uncompromising, ruthless. The ice that ran through his veins is what made him a damn good businessman even before, back when his sales were legitimate and within the confines of the law. Back when he was able to tell his wife and daughter where their wealth truly came from.
Times were different nowadays. While Filthy still sat atop a throne of a veritable financial empire, this one wasn’t built around selling high-end furniture at low-end prices.
“Look, I don’t know how else to make you understand, so I’m just gonna say it again.” Filthy paced back and forth in front of before his desk, phone to his ear as he discussed the next step of the current sale with his investors. “My product is coming in all the way from Saddle Arabia. That means they need to cross an ocean to get here, and they can’t exactly go through customs. So that means, as I’ve told you over and over again, I have to wait for an opportunity to get it into the country. That means it’s going to take a bit longer than the bullshit ‘two-week’ estimate that your clowns in accounting pulled out of their ass.”
Filthy stopped, nodding slowly and smirking at what he heard. He hummed along to the conversation, tapping his foot impatiently as his business partners finally seemed to understand the very simple concept he had been attempting to explain for the past few days.
“Yes, precisely. It’s going to be a bit, but it’s going to get here, and I highly recommend you have my money ready. If I don’t get my first half by Friday, the deal is off,” said Filthy. He pulled his phone a bit from his ear, laughing at the angry shouting he received. “Look, be thankful I’m cutting you a deal on this one, I could be charging even more. And, unless you know someone else who can get 500 kilos of coke across the border without the princesses smelling it from a mile away, I’m your only option.”
“Gotcha!”
Filthy paused, slowly turning to his door, which he was certain that he had locked. Yet, somehow, standing in the doorway was his daughter. Diamond was barely clothed, wearing only the expensive purple babydoll nightie she had made her father buy for her, and the dark g-string of the accompanying lingerie set. Though Filthy certainly had plenty to look at, with the way his daughter’s perfectly petite form was enticingly on display on account of her nightwear, his focus was less on her soft, supple body and moreso on the phone she held in her hand. The phone she had been using to record him.
“I’m going to have to call you back,” said Filthy quietly. He hung up and slipped his phone into his pocket. “You know, you really shouldn’t bother Daddy while he’s working.”
“I knew you were up to something!” Diamond strutted into the room, grinning deviously at her father. “As if you made this much money selling couches…”
“Close the door, please,” said Filthy with a sigh. Diamond did as he asked, then boldly approached the desk. "You weren't supposed to hear that, princess."
"I tried to tell Mother, but the only person who has that bimbo around their finger more than me is you," said Diamond smugly. She bounced in place, beyond thrilled with herself. "But now she doesn't have to take my word for it. Now, I have proof. And, if you don't give me what I want, then your secret is going to come out."
"You're going to blackmail me?" asked Filthy. With a greedy, grubby little smile, Diamond nodded. "I'm almost proud. Alright then, princess. What do you want?"
"A quarter of a million dollars, every month," said Diamond, leaning forward against the desk. "You're going to pay for a designer to totally redo my wardrobe. You're going to give me the summer house for me and my friends to use whenever I want. And you're going to buy me that Lamborghini I wanted. Got all that, Daddy? Or should I write it down so you don't forget?"
Filthy let out a sigh, shaking his head as he pulled open a drawer in his desk. He rummaged through it for a bit while, Diamond waited expectantly. Of course, a wealthy man such as himself could easily afford every one of Diamond's demands, though he would naturally prefer to avoid that. Unfortunately, he knew his daughter to be almost as cold-blooded and calculating as himself. The odds of her relenting or showing any leeway because of their relationship was laughable. This left Filthy with only one, rather unpleasant, option.
“And if I refuse?” asked Filthy dryly. Diamond laughed, once again filling her father with a dark sort of pride. Ambitious, devious, and in-control. She reminded him quite a bit of himself when he was younger.
“Then I tell everyone what you’re up to. Mother, the police, everyone,” said Diamond. She slowly pulled down one of the straps of her nightie, grinning at the why Filthy arched his brow. “Plus, I made sure someone saw me on my way here. Now, why would a sexy young woman like me be prancing over to my father’s office in lingerie? I’m sure you’d have a good explanation for that, hm? Because there’s going to be some pretty pressing questions. They might even find all those pictures of me you have saved on your hard drive.”
“I don’t have any pictures of you.”
“Are you sure? You might wanna double-check that, Daddy.” Diamond giggled to herself. “If you can find it, I mean. It might be in my room or something, though.”
“You really did think of everything, didn’t you?” asked Filthy, finally done digging through his drawer. “I don’t have much in the way of choices, now do I?”
“Nope. You can have my first payment ready by Friday,” said Diamond smugly. “Then the top of every month going forward. We can work out the details on everything else later.”
“I really wish you weren’t making me do this, princess.” Filthy decided to give Diamond one last chance before he relented. “And you’re sure I can’t make you forget this some other way?”
“You can go ahead and wire transfer that money, or I’ll take cash.”
One last time, Filthy let out a sigh as he stood up from his desk. He gave his daughter a look over, admiring her beauty, not for the first time. She looked quite a bit like her mother, except a bit softer. She lacked the sharp features of Spoiled Rich, her chin and nose coming to more of a round shape. Diamond was, undeniably, gorgeous, and it was thoroughly unsurprising how many drooling boys Filthy had to scare off ever since Diamond started high school.
“You’ve forced my hand, princess.” Diamond grinned, her confident, satisfied smirk falling apart when she saw what it was that her father had pulled from his desk: a black snub-nosed revolver that he had pointed to her forehead. “Shouldn’t have done that.”
Whatever Diamond’s response was going to be was lost in the boom of a gunshot, followed by the dull thud of her body hitting the ground. Given his experience and skill, it was unsurprising that Filthy’s aim was perfect; one pull of the trigger, one perfect shot right between her eyes. Diamond was dead before she hit the floor. Blood and brain and bits of skull splattered against the door, painting the dark oak with red.
“Really wish you didn’t make me do that, princess,” said Filthy, slowly coming around his desk to approach his daughter’s corpse. Her nightie had slipped when she fell, allowing one of her perky breasts to bounce free. Unable to help himself, Filthy stooped down to grab a handful of his daughter’s tit, pinching her soft pink nipples firmly. “Oh well. No use in letting you go to waste…”
“Filthy! Filthy, what was that? Is Diamond okay?” Filthy stood up, rolling his eyes at the concern he heard on the other side of the door. As far as he could tell, it was all bullshit. Spoiled Rich didn’t have a motherly bone in her body, so the idea that she was frightened for her daughter’s safety just wasn’t plausible. Without responding, Filthy stood up and approached the door, pulling it open and holding his gun ready.
Spoiled wore a silken bathrobe, gold in color, which led Filthy to think that he had woken her up. She clutched the garment closer to her body, but was unable to truly cover herself. Filthy still managed to catch glimpses of the black garters that held her sheer black stockings in place, as well as the briefest flashes of the simple black panties that hugged her wide, sturdy hips. A dead ringer for her dead daughter, although somewhat more refined. Spoiled was a bit more weathered than Diamond, older, more matured. Like a fine wine. Filthy often found himself wondering who he would rather be fucking, his wife or his daughter.
Now, it seemed he wouldn’t have to choose.
“Stay quiet and come inside,” said Filthy. Spoiled’s eyes went wide at the sight of the gun, but she did as she was told nevertheless. Filthy closed the door behind Spoiled and gave her a little nudge forward with her handgun. “You’re going to help me.”
“Goddess, above, Diamond!” Spoiled screamed into her hands, her eyes welling with tears at the sight of her daughter. “What did you do?!”
“Shut up and take that robe off. Slowly, I want a show.” Filthy shoved Spoiled forward, almost causing her to trip over Diamond. “I paid for those tits, I should get to see them whenever I want. Dance for me, bitch.”
“You… You can’t be serious…” squeaked Spoiled. With a dry, flat tilt of his head, Filthy raised his gun to be level with Spoiled’s eyes, which did wonders for changing her tune. With shaky legs and trembling arms, Spoiled swayed on the spot, dancing and swinging her hips in silence for her husband’s amusement. She slowly shimmied out of her robe, letting the silk hit the ground and revealing her tight black corset. It struggled to contain her breasts (given how much he paid out of pocket for them, Filthy was more inclined to see them as his), and she looked about one sneeze away from popping out entirely. “F-filthy…”
“Grab Diamond up and bring her to the desk. Prop her up for me," ordered Filthy. He beckoned with his gun, as if to draw attention to the power he held in the exchange, and Spoiled had little choice but to obey. With trembling hands, Spoiled grabbed her daughter under the arms and hefted her body up, dragging the corpse over to Filthy’s desk. She boosted herself onto the surface of the table before, quite awkwardly, she did the same to Diamond, holding her precious daughter in her lap while blood and bits of brain dripped a trail down her pretty face.
“Oh God… Why…” sniffled Spoiled. “Why did you do this?”
“Because you never taught our daughter to mind her damn business. My one rule, Spoiled, was that no one bother me while I worked.” Filthy pressed the barrel of his pistol to his wife’s head, who whimpered in terror. “That wasn’t just for me. It was for your benefit, too. But our princess here was nosey, heard something she wasn’t supposed to, and she thought she was going to get one over on me. As usual, her fat mouth got her in trouble. Before I ditch her body, though… Why don’t you spread her legs for me?”
“Y-y-you can’t be serious…”
“I never got to fuck the little brat when she was alive, so I’m taking my chance now.” Filthy undid his belt with one hand, tapping Spoiled’s temple with the gun in the other. “Don’t make me repeat myself again.”
A wave of disgust washed over Spoiled Rich, melding with her horror and grief. This was a nightmare, to put it gently, and she didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t participate in this savagery, this was her daughter’s corpse she was holding in her arms for Christ’s sake. Yet the weight and heft of the gun pressed to the side of her head made it very difficult for her to argue. With a pit growing in her stomach, Spoiled slowly pulled Diamond’s legs apart, holding them open by her soft, cush thighs. Filthy finally broke his cold, unflinching glare, flashing a grin at the prize before him. He tugged Diamond’s panties to the side, licking his lips at the sight of her smooth, snug little pussy.
“Come to Daddy, princess…”
“Please don’t do this…” breathed Spoiled. “She’s your daughter…”
“Good. Means she hasn’t been stretched out like you.” Filthy let out a groan as he guided himself into his daughter’s pussy, wasting little time in slamming his hips forward. He rocked the desk, shaking both his wife and his daughter with the force of his thrusts. “Fuck, I was right. You haven’t been this tight since we got married.” Filthy leaned forward, latching his lips onto one of Diamond’s nipples and giving it a suck, then a firm nip with his teeth. “Ditch the top, and get that sloppy cunt of yours ready for me. You’re next.”
“Filthy, you can’t do this! You have to—”
Spoiled likely would have gotten more out, were it not for Filthy striking her swiftly in the head with the butt of his gun. Spoiled let out a yelp and cry, clutching her head in an attempt to stop it spinning. The barrel of Filthy’s gun brushed against her forehead, swiping a lock of hair from her face, and Spoiled once again felt the pressure of the situation. Though horrifying, Spoiled had little choice but to obey; She tugged down on her corset, letting her heavy breasts bounce free, where they were immediately grasped by Filthy’s rough hand. She let out a shuddering sob as she sent her own hand downward, slipping past the waistband of her panties and working two fingers into her pussy.
“Much better. Now give your daughter a little kiss,” ordered Filthy. The disgust etched onto Spoiled’s features was almost palpable, but she reluctantly did as she was told. She leaned forward and, eyes squeezed shut so as to not meet the vacant, empty gaze of her own daughter’s corpse, she pressed her lips to Diamond’s. With a little chuckle, Filthy pushed Diamond’s head forward, forcing mother and daughter closer and deeper in their kiss as he picked up the speed of his motions. “There’s my girls, dyking out just the way you two love it.”
Spoiled’s eyes went wide in surprise, and she made an ill-advised attempt to voice that feeling. In response, Filthy grabbed Diamond by the hair and slammed her forward, bashing her skull against Spoiled’s. He swung once, twice, three times, until Spoiled was laid out on her back with Diamond on top of her, and Filthy had to all but climb onto the desk in order to continue raping his daughter’s corpse.
“What, you thought I wouldn’t notice?” snorted Filthy. “I’m not a fucking idiot, Spoiled. I know Diamond has to go somewhere for money when I cut her off for the month, and there’s no way in hell the lazy bitch actually got a job like she said. She had to be getting it from you, but I couldn’t figure out why you would give the brat a single cent that could be spent on you. So, I set up some cameras, and I saw all the times Diamond munched your carpet until you did whatever it was she wanted.”
“It was supposed to be a one-time deal,” whispered Spoiled, breaking away from Diamond’s rapidly cooling body to look her husband in the eyes. As usual, he had that cold, icy glare on, but there was something beneath it now. Desire. Lust. Hunger. “But she just kept on… Once she had evidence, she tried to blackmail me, there was nothing I could have done…”
“Oh, but there was, Spoiled. You could’ve done what I did, and I would’ve understood. Problems need to be dealt with, and Diamond Tiara has always been a problem child.” Filthy grabbed Spoiled around the throat, forcing his tongue into Diamond’s mouth as he fucked her. Her pussy, while still snug and delightfully tight, was rapidly beginning to cool. Luckily for Filthy, he was nearly done with her holes anyway. “And now… I have one more problem. You.”
“N-no. I’m not a problem, I swear,” squeaked Spoiled. Her heartbeat quickened as Filthy tightened his grip around her throat. She could hear it in his voice, see in his eyes what he planned to do to her. “I-I… I’ll help you hide her body. And I’ll never tell anyone, I swear. Please… I won’t tell. I promise…”
“I know, honey. I know you won’t.”
Filthy slammed his hips forward, burying every inch of himself into Diamond’s cold, stiff cunt. He let out a groan as his cock twitched, shooting off thick ropes of cum into her womb. His moan of satisfaction drowned out by Spoiled’s shriek of terror, and the ring of Filthy’s gun echoing throughout the room. Spoiled twitched and kicked, the bullet that travelled through her skull leaving her with a bit more fight in her than her daughter. Filthy kissed his wife deeply as he packed his load into Diamond’s womb, feeling Spoiled’s kicking and spasming come to a halt beneath him. He breathed heavily, wiping the sweat from his brow as he dismounted his daughter.
“What a fucking mess…” Filthy loosened his tie, grabbing Diamond around the wrist and dragging her off of her mother. The spoiled brat hit the ground with a thud, and Filthy stepped over her to approach his seat. His intent was to sit down, pick up his phone, and call some of his associates for help cleaning this whole thing up. That is, until he saw Spoiled’s head hanging upside down over the edge of his desk, caught sight of her mouth hanging open and her soft, pillowy lips agape. He let out a curious hum, stroking his dick idly before sliding himself into Spoiled’s open mouth.
“Maybe if you spent more time blowing me and less time grinding on our daughter’s tongue, this wouldn’t be happening,” growled Filthy, pounding Spoiled’s throat with his sticky, cum-coated cock. “How does our daughter taste off of my dick, hon? You must be familiar with this flavor by now, if you fucked our daughter as often as I think.”
He grabbed Spoiled around the throat again, squeezing as hard as he could and making her hole even tighter. Filthy let out a satisfied grunt from the feeling of his wife’s throat, much tighter than her cunt even before he squeezed. He could even feel the outline of his dick through her skin, and he was certain that he’d be seriously hurting her if she was still alive. Thankfully, Filthy didn’t have to worry about things like that. He could rape Spoiled’s throat as harshly and unrelentingly as he wanted, which is exactly what he did as he grabbed his phone and dialed out a private number.
“It’s the boss,” said Filthy through gritted teeth, burying himself deep in Spoiled’s throat. “I need a cleaner. My house. Two of them.” Filthy squeezed Spoiled’s tit hard, digging his fingernails into the soft flesh of her breast. “I don’t pay you to ask questions. Cleaner to my place, I want them out by morning. Fuck, hold on.”
Filthy put his call on hold, tossing his phone down and using his hands to hold Spoiled’s body steady so he could fuck her even harder. There was a constant rhythm of Spoiled’s head connecting with the desk from the force of his thrusts, which only urged Filthy to slam his cock into her face as deeply and harshly as he could. Her tight, wet throat hugged his length, and Filthy’s hands squeezing her neck made it feel as though she was milking him for his cum. He used his wife’s throat like a toy, her body little more than a wet tunnel for Filthy to jerk off with.
“Choke it down, you frigid cunt,” snarled Filthy, pistoning his hips as he reached his limit once again. He gave her throat one last tight squeeze, letting out another satisfied groan as he came. He sprayed down his wife’s dead throat before pulling himself out of Spoiled’s mouth. He stroked himself vigorously, painting her tits and face with his seed before finally falling back into his seat. He grabbed his phone and resumed the call, sighing tiredly as he did.
“Change of plans. I don’t want you to ditch them yet, just get them out of my house.” Filthy grinned sinisterly to himself, using a handful of Spoiled’s hair to wipe his cock clean as he did. “I’m going to want to visit these two again once or twice before we dump them for good.
