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Bonus: Marge gets a new job (The Simpsons Ch01)
Calming her heart, she answered the call and opened the large doors slowly, looking at the young man sitting behind the ridiculously large table at the end of an equally large room.
Kuro Burns... the only son of Mr Burns, and his sole inheritor after his death. Returned to Springfield to claim his inheritance.
She hadn't mourned the old man when he passed in his sleep, but she'd quickly realised that his death had caused a significant problem for their family.
Kuro wasn't as accepting of failure as his father, as soon as he had settled in, he'd looked over every report from every incident... and quickly arrived at a simple conclusion.
Homer was responsible for almost 78% of the problems at the power plant, which made him a liability... and a drain on the plant's income.
So he fired him, pulled every trick in the book to make sure Homer was kicked out without a single dollar of compensation... and then he went even further as he arranged for fines to be levied against Homer to make up for all the money he had lost the plant, and the danger he had put people in.
Fines that quickly went from high to ridiculous.
Beyond even that, he made sure the entire town knew what a liability Homer was, making sure he couldn't get a new job... which had somehow resulted in her not being able to get a job either by association.
This all added up to them being on the brink of homelessness, their home about to be repossessed and their savings taken to pay back Homers debt.
She only had one possible way to not end up on the street this time next week... and that was to go to Kuro himself, to beg and plead for more time and for him to take back his words that were stopping the town from hiring Homer and by extension her.
Homer said he'd do it... but Kuro had been clear that if he returned he'd be charged with trespassing, so it had fallen to her instead.
Walking across the extremely long room, she stopped a distance away from the desk, hesitating as he kept writing, not even looking up.
"Mr Burns?" she asked hesitantly, seeing his quill stop as he sighed, placing it down calmly before he cracked his knuckles and looked up at her in annoyance.
He was younger than her, in his early twenties if she had to guess.
"Marge Simpson, wife of the moron who has cost me a small fortune." he said bluntly, making her flinch back. "Come to beg on behalf of the imbecile?" he asked coldly.
"I have, sir..." she admitted as he smirked.
"Do you know how severe your husband's mistakes were? Or the danger he put all my workers, and the entire town of Springfield in? It's a miracle this city isn't a radioactive wasteland... the money I can shrug off, but the fool can't be trusted to work with anything more complicated than play-dough." he said coldly.
She knew that... Kuro had made sure everyone else in town knew it as well. It was why she had exactly no allies left in Springfield.
"I... I realise that, but..." she started again.
"But you want me to just, let it go? Give him a slap on the wrist? Your husband is the second most stupid man I've ever met, he deserves to live on the streets for his idiocy." he said coldly.
"I realise that you dislike my husband, Sir... but please, I have a baby, she won't survive on the streets. Just give us time... I'll find a job and get the money to pay the fines." she begged, falling to her knees as he watched her with indifferent eyes.
"I don't control the fines, I just gave the government the reports as my father should have done a long time ago... I even had to pay some myself." he said. "If you can't pay them back, it'll be the government taking your house." he explained calmly. "I can't stop them, they can only be stopped by paying the fines."
"I... see, Homer said..." she stuttered in confusion.
"Homer's an idiot." he said calmly. "Will that be all?" he asked as her mind raced, seeing him going back to his paperwork.
"I... no, I realise that you have no reason to help me... but please, you're the only person with the money to give me a loan of that size... I'll pay it back even if it takes my entire life." she swore as he sighed.
"Come closer, I grow tired of shouting across the room." he said in annoyance as she walked closer to the table. "You're right, I have no reason to help you... but I believe we can come to an agreement." he said, making her perk up. "Don't get too excited, you aren't going to like this... I just don't care." he said before she could speak. "After my father's death, his assistant killed himself in despair... they were lovers you understand, and I require one of my own." he started.
"And... you want me to be that assistant?" she asked, not understanding the problem. That sounded ideal.
"Yes, I like my assistants to owe me dearly, it keeps them in line. It's a full-time job, serving me in whatever way I see fit. Fetching me things, making me drinks, seeing to my needs. Etcetera, Etcetera." he said calmly, staring at her. "It will take you a long time, but I will take part of your wages away to pay back your loan."
"I'd be happy to accept." she said with a smile, his own smirk making her pause... she was missing something.
"Is that so? Do you know how I got back at the dumbest man I've ever met?" he asked, changing the subject fast enough to give her whiplash.
"I... don't, sir?" she half said, half asked.
"I fucked his wife... repeatedly. Her name is Lois, and I used her as little more than a sex slave for a long time. Remove your dress... I want to see the merchandise before I make a purchase." he said coldly, staring at her.
"Mr Burns... t-that's..." she started before he held up his hand.
"That is my price, if you want a loan... that is how you will be repaying it. On your back or on your knees. Now, either strip or get out." he said coldly, tapping his desk.
As she went to speak, he held up his hand once more.
"No words, either remove your dress or turn around and walk away." he ordered, staring at her intently as she thought her options over.
- Kuro -
I... hate the Simpsons. So much. I've long since regained my memories of my first life, before the Game, before Shiro. And what I remembered was... the Simpsons. Every Night... Without Fail.
My little sister loves them, which means I saw it non-stop... mother insisted on 'family time', pulling me away from my games to watch repeats of this fucking place.
Which is why I have precisely zero pity or mercy this time. No gentle act required for this. This is revenge for countless nights of stolen gaming. I've already gotten even with the other participants in my wasted time.
As her standard green dress slides off her shoulders, hitting the ground, I smirk to myself. Honestly, turning the entire town against the Simpsons wasn't even challenging.
The small black strapless bra and a plain pair of white panties are all that are covering her as I stand up and walk around the stupidly long desk, prowling over to her with a cold smirk.
Leaning on the front of the desk a couple of feet in front of her, I look over her yellow skin in admiration. The Simpsons can't seem to make it minds up on Marge's breasts, but they're relatively large... D cup at least.
Yellow skin is a bit weird... but honestly? Just picture them as aliens, and suddenly things make more sense, I've had girls of every colour of the rainbow after all. Hell, I've fucked a rainbow coloured girl.
"Keep going." I order calmly, watching her hesitate before she gives a shaky sigh, undoing her bra and holding it in front of her chest shyly for a moment before my glare gets her moving again, dropping it to the floor.
"Shyness is pointless... you'll be doing more than showing today." I say calmly, watching her cheeks darken as she moves her hands to her side, her nipples a dark orange. Huh, I had wondered about that.
"Get on your knees." I order, undoing my belt and pulling my shaft out... my regular white shaft, thank you... I have an aura of normality stopping people from noticing the colour difference.
She hesitates for just a moment, but I've put things in my favour nicely. As she drops to her knees in front of me, her mind is on her family, on Maggie to be specific.
- Marge -
Just... get it over with.
And get used to it, this would be a common occurrence soon enough.
As he placed a hand behind her head, pulling her closer to his large exposed shaft, she opened her mouth obediently, letting the thick bulbous tip pass her lips, her pink lipstick leaving a stain on his shaft as it entered her wide open mouth.
Staring up into her cold red eyes, she obediently started bobbing her head, unwilling to test his patience or mercy by hesitating. She was somewhat out of practice, choking slightly as she got two-thirds down, the tip hitting the back of her throat making her gag.
Putting her tongue to use, she quickly writhed it against his shaft, hoping to make that displeased look on his face go away, his hand on the back of her head gripping her hair almost painfully.
As she swirled her tongue around the dick, she turned her mouth into a vacuum sucking as hard as she could, his angry look fading to casual disdain as he guided her head along his pole.
Moving her hands up to his balls, she gently fondled them, tasting the tangy taste of his pre-cum on her tongue, a moment passed where she was grateful that it didn't taste too bad, she'd be doing this a lot...
Gripping her head with both hands, she had little warning as he started to thrust into her mouth, inch after inch of hard dick sliding down her throat, his balls slapping against her chin which was quickly becoming covered with her drool, saliva leaking from the tight suction of her lips and running down her chin, some drops landing on her bare tits.
"That's it... take it, slut. Your nipples are hardening... you enjoying the feeling of my fat dick fucking your face?" he asked with a sneer, making her blush... she wasn't... at all.
But she needed to do it, it was an unpleasant duty she had to endure, she'd have a lot of nasty things to sit back and tolerate from now on... thanks to Homer.
She couldn't even feel bad about the betrayal of her marriage, Homer's mistakes had put her in this position. She was doing what was necessary for her family to survive, and right now that meant kneeling down and letting a cruel rich young man fuck her face hard and fast, the room echoing her gagging.
"Take it all..." he grunted, pulling back till just the tip was resting in her mouth, the only warning she got before he reached his climax, her cheeks bulging and her eyes wide from the sudden fullness. "Don't swallow it yet." he growled, before he pulled out and finished on her face, rope after rope of sperm spurting out onto her face.
Watching him pull out his phone, she flinched at the familiar sound of the phones camera shutter.
"Swallow it all, then get up." he ordered pocketing the phone.
Obeying she let the slimy substance slide down her throat, before standing up. She was barely back on her feet before he grabbed her right breast roughly.
"I want to be very, very clear... you'll be with me from early morning to late at night, six days a week. During this time, you will do everything I say without hesitation. You will wear what I tell you to do, say what I tell you to say and I will fuck you... repeatedly. You'll be starting the day by kneeling under my desk and sucking my dick, and you'll be getting bent over the desk several times a day. If I send you a message telling you to get your sexy little ass over to me, it doesn't matter where you are, what time it is or what you are doing... you will drop everything and come to me. Until your loan is paid... you are mine, and pleasing me should be the only thing you think about. Disobey me or anger me and I will make it my mission to destroy your family... is that clear?" he said as he reached around and groped her ass over her panties.
"I... it is, Sir." she replied, yelping as he simply tore her panties from her body.
"I'm not your boss... I'm your owner, and your Master." he growled walking around her. "Bend over the desk, spread your legs as wide as they can go then reach back and spread your buttocks for me." he ordered as she heard the sound of him pulling his clothes off behind her.
"Y-yes... M-master." she said obediently as she bent over, laying down on the desk, her breasts pressed into it, her legs spreading wide as she reached back, grabbing both her ass cheeks and spreading them apart, she could only imagine how... lewd she looked as she heard the unmistakable sound of a picture being taken again... after a moment she felt him move behind her, his shaft still slick with her saliva and his cum rubbing against her pussy, before she was suddenly full... a moan leaving her mouth as she tried to keep hold of her ass as ordered despite the sudden and uncomfortable feeling of a long thick pole sawing into her.
He gave her no time to adjust as he immediately started to fuck her, his hips slamming into her spread behind ruthlessly, his hand pushing her face into the desk as the other gripped her hips tightly.
His mammoth phallus railed into her with terrifying speed and force, her legs banging into the desk repeatedly with each thrust as she moaned, mostly from discomfort... but deep inside herself, she felt a heat building up, her moans and whimpers taking on a more wanton tone as he continued to utterly dominate her tight slit, leaving her unable to do anything but take it, her hands giving up their appointed task as she clawed at the desk.
"Oh... God..." she moaned out, making him laugh behind her. "I feel soOoo... f-full." she admitted as he sped up.
"You're about to be fuller..." he chuckled as her eyes widened, she was sure he wasn't wearing protection...
As she went to stand up, a rough hand on her back forced her back down.
"What part of your mine do you not understand? If I want to paint your womb white..." he trailed off as he slammed into her one last time, her eyes widening as a guttural moan left her, the unmistakable feeling of his cum flooding her womb overwhelming her, pushing her over the edge as she climaxed around his shaft. "Then that's exactly what I'll do." he finished, pulling out of her as the strange emptiness made her groan, she could feel his seed slowly leaking out of her well-stretched pussy, trailing down her leg.
"W-will that be all?" she asked, standing up before she fell to her knees, her shaky legs failing her.
"No, first of all... clean me off." he said pushing his shaft back in front of her face as she obediently took it back into her mouth, cleaning off the mixture of cum and her arousal. It... wasn't that bad. It could be worst, at least.
Once she was finished, she pulled back, swallowing the mixture without being ordered to, then looked up at him waiting for her next order. Don't do anything without an order... that meant she should stay on her knees until he told her to rise.
"Now... two things, we need to get you a new uniform, I think slutty secretary will suit you, a tiny skirt and a shirt two sizes too small." he said with a chuckle. "Then... tell me about the residents of this town, specifically the women." he ordered with a cold smile.
Authors Note: You thought I was just doing one today? You fool... you absolute buffoon. Why the Simpsons? Hell if I know. I just work here, I don't make the rules.
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