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Fake Papers!

By: Writor



It all happened about 2 years ago and it was the luckiest thing that could've happened to a guy like me. Basically I buy and sell contracts and make a small penny doing it. It's not a bad living. Well about three years ago my business started getting out of hand and I had to take on a few hires. Because I needed the the help but couldn't really afford to pay alot I was forced to take on people of questionable background. I didn't much care as there really wasn't any cash transfers. I hired an older lady, not bad looking in her early fifties just looking for a part-time job to keep from getting bored, a young college kid, and a younger girl somewhere in her early 20's.

She wasn't anything that would really stand out. She was attractive enough, about 5'3", 120lbs, and curvy. But she was plain. She had long straight black hair, brown eyes, and somewhat guarded. She had a strong spanish accent and I later found out she was Mexican. What was weird though was her name. Her name was Maggie Ryan. I remember asking what a weird name that was for a Spanish woman but she replied that her father was actually from northern Texas and that she was just born and raised in Mexico. Since she was a good worker I didn't think anything of it.

Things went very well for a while and I couldn't complain once about any of my employees. They all worked hard and were very responsible. Then it happened. I got a call from a woman named Margaret Ryan who was wondering why I was paying her for nine months. I agreed to meet the woman and get to the bottom of this, and just to be safe I brought Maggie's paper work along with me. Well it turned out to be dead on. All of Maggie's paper work turned out to be falsified. 

On my drive home I was thinking about how I was going to let her go. Then the dark side kicked in. I don't know where it came from, maybe I suppressed this aggressive behavior. I formulated a plan and put it into action. After visiting a couple of friends I know who are into shady things I headed over to "Maggie's". 

"John what are you doing here?", she asked. She was definitely pleasantly surprised by my visit then. It made sense though as I treated all my employees well.

"Oh I actually needed to have a word with you." Her family was in the background having dinner. Maggie didn't have any kids but she was married and lived with her cousin and husband and their two kids.

"Sure John. Come in."

"Um no thank you Maggie. Unfortunately I need to speak with you in private. Do you think you could step outside for a moment?"

I remember the look on her face when I asked that. She was definitely scared. I think she knew right then and there that I found out her secret. When she stepped outside I didn't pull any punches.

"Maggie, or whatever your name is, I found out that you're a liar and that you've been lying to me for about 9 months. What kind of asshole do you take me for?!?!?"

"John. Please. Please tell me what's wrong. I really need the job John and I would never do anything to get in trouble."

"Oh no? This afternoon I had lunch with Margaret Ryan. She's 27 from Texas with your exact same social security number. Care to explain how that happened??"

The cat was out of the bag and she knew it. She was pale white and couldn't say a word. That's when I drove it home.

"First off tell me your real name."

*sniff* "It-It's Maria." *sniff*

Oh how I remember those first tears she cried that night. 

"Okay Maria. I have to report you to immigration and to the police. You will first be brought up on charges of fraud and identity theft and then you will be deported. I suspect they will investigate your family so I hope their paper work is in order."

That was what did it--it also proved to be pretty powerful later on, but that's another story. At this point Maria started begging and crying and just wouldn't let go of my arm. I knew I had her where I wanted her.

"Okay Maria. You don't say a word to anyone--and I fucking mean anyone. Not your hubby or your cousin until I fucking tell you can. Is that clear??" She nodded. "Tomorrow you show up for work at 7:45 and not a fucking minute later. Do you understand me you lying bitch?" She nodded again and I walked away.

I got to work the next day at 7:45 and found Maria sitting on the step waiting for me. I usually didn't open the office until about a quarter to 9 so I knew this would give me about an hour alone with her.

When I get there she looked at me anxiously but I didn't say a word to her. I just unlocked the door and headed to my office in the back. She followed me in and stood by the door.

"Get in and close the door."

She did. She stood nervously by the door waiting for me to say something.

"Come sit down. We have a lot to talk about."

She sat across me and waited.

"Thank you for meeting me early. What did you tell your family was the reason you had to come to work early."

"I just told them it was inventory week and I had to get an early start."

She kept looking at me anxiously waiting for me to let her off the hook but I never did. I just made it worse.

"Okay bitch. It's time to get down to business. You fucked up on me in a big way. You're a good worker and I hate to have to lose you. But now that I know the truth I really have no respect for you. So as far as I'm concerned you're a bitch and a fucking liar."

She started pleading for about 10 minutes. She cried and she begged. I just ignored her and kept looking at my watch. I wanted to get the deal sealed and I didn't have time for that shit.

"All right bitch shut the fuck up. Here's the deal. I may just have your 'get out of jail free car' but I need to know if you fucking want it."

She jumped out of her seat. She never heard me be anything but professional and all my profanities made me a different person in her eyes. All our conversations up until that point had always been jovial and amicable. This was the beginning of our new relationship.

"John I do anything to fix this. I can't--"

"SHUT UP. You said all I needed to hear. First off from now on you call me Sir or Master in private and Mr. Davis in front of everyone else. No more of this fucking 'John' shit from you. You're not my equal. You're a lying slut bag."

She just sat there and took it.

"From this point on I fucking own you. In my top drawer I have untraceable paperwork for you. No one will ever be able to deport you unless I want it to happen. You're going to go home tonight and destroy everything and anything that says 'Margaret Ryan'. Your new name is Margaret Robinson."

She seemed to be relieved but that only lasted about another four minutes.

"From now on you will be paid in cash and off the books every Friday. And last but not least, I fucking own you. You are my fucking pet fuck slave for as long as I fucking want. Now get over here and suck my cock before everyone gets here."

She was shocked. She kept shaking her head no slowly but she knew she had no real choice in the matter. It didn't matter anyway as I stood up and gave her very little choice.

I walked over to her and pulled out my cock and pushed it right in her mouth. I grabbed her by the back of the head and pumped it in hard and rough. All this build up of anticipation made me hard as rock. I pulled on her hair hard and she just held her hands by mine. She already knew better than to fight back but at the same time I was hurting her.

"That's it you little wetback slut. Go ahead and suck your new Master's cock!"

I reached down and grabbed her tits rough. I pinced and twisted them raw. I never realized how nice a rack she actually had. They were a perfect hand full, firm, and perky. She wore a skirt that day and it was the first time I ever looked at her legs sexually. So of course I couldn't resist...

"Get the fuck up pig and bend over that fucking desk."

She moved slowly and I slapped her. It was the first time I hit her, but not the last! I raised the skirt and roughly ripped off her panties. I pushed my cock into her fast and rough. I was waiting for her to scream but all she did was bite her lip and cry.

"Oh don't worry slut. You'll get used to this. Trust me. I have big plans for you and your fucking wetback cunt."

My balls swelled up something fierce and I knew I had no choice but to drop my load inside her.

"NOOOO. Please S-Sir. My husband...we want baby...we're trying..."

It was hard for her to speak between thrusts but I didn't give a fuck.

"Oh well isn't that sweet. Well don't worry piggie. My seed is gonna swell your belly up nice and round."

Just then I leaned down and bit her back as I pumped my prick to completion inside her.

"AAAIIIIIEEEE...."

She screamed as I filled her stomach with my sperm. I could feel my teeth digging into her skin and helped ease the tension.

I finally got off her after about 10 minutes. She didn't make a move or a sound. It was as if her future was starting to sink in.

"Alright slut. Get over here and suck my cock clean. Then get yourself cleaned up and go to work. There's a lot to get done this week and I'm expecting you to put in a ton of extra hours."

That's how it happened. She didn't question the order, she just naturally followed it. The great thing is that was just the beginning!

Fake Papers! Ch. 02



Yup. That first day was amazing. I didn't think it was going to be too hard breaking in that little immigrant slut but it did take a couple of rough weeks before she was exactly how I wanted her. She surprised me. She was tougher than I thought.

I remember the night I finally broker her for good. It was about a month after I took ownership of her. I told her she had to stay an extra hour after work. Well she knew what was going to be happening to her and she didn't like it. She started making a fuss and giving me a really hard time. The truth be told it really pissed me off. I was determined to make that night a rough one for her.

At about five minutes to closing I could see that Maria, aka Margaret, was getting her things ready to go. So of course I nonchalantly asked her into my office.

The knock on the door was soft and fearful.

"Come in."

"Y-you wanted to see me...s-sir"

She paused looking at both sides of her to see if anyone was listening.

"In now. Close the door behind you."

The fear and dread in her eyes was better than any aphrodisiac I could swallow.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? I told you that you're staying an extra hour today. Why the fuck are you getting your things together?"

She looked up at me silent and scared. Her lip was trembling as she spoke.

"S-Sir. My husband is here, outside, to pick me up. H-His mother is arriving and we must get her at the airport."

"Oh I see. So you're going to the airport? Great. Perfect. You might as well buy yourself a ticket back to fucking Mexico bitch because a slut who doesn't listen doesn't need to be here. I think I'll call my buddy over at INS and see what he thinks about sluts who don't listen."

"NO. Please sir. I've been good. I must go get my husband's mother. Please sir. I can come here immediately after."

I remember thinking about being nice to her for a change and letting her go. That lasted all of about five seconds. Oh I let her go to the airport alright, but first I made her pay.

"Your husband is here? Now?"

"Y-yes sir."

"Lift up your skirt. NOW!"

She jumped and raised her skirt. Without me having to say another word, though, she immediately removed her panties and handed them to me.

"Very fucking good bitch."

I sat at my chair and pulled my cock out.

"Get over here and get on this cock slut. MOVE IT!"

She quickly jumped and did as she was told. I could tell that she was hoping to make me cum quickly so she could leave. Poor girl. She came over to mount me and I spun her around so her back was to me. Then I forcefully sat her onto my cock. I did it so hard that it hurt me as much as it hurt her. I didn't care though.

"Move your fucking slut ass up and down bitch. Ride your Master's cock you fucking immigrant whore."

I was pawing her tits fiercely. I knew the pain it caused her everytime I mashed her funbags.

And then I kicked it into gear.

"Pick up the phone right now and call your husband's cell. Tell him to come in."

She stopped at once. The shock of the order threw her for a hard loop.

"Please sir. I don't want to lose him. I've lost so much of myself already..."

"Shut the fuck up you whining slut. He's not going to see you...unless you fuck up. Now get him in here now pig!"

She picked up the phone slowly. I started rocking her again forcing her to ride me harder. Her voice was so shaky on the phone. It was hysterical.

"P-p-papi. E-estoy trabajando todavia. *deep breath* *deep breath* Entra a la oficina. Esperame aqui."

She hung up the phone not giving him a chance to respond. She was out of breath. But she was more than that. That call aroused her. She tried to hide it but the lubrication between her legs grew and I was feeling her titties get just a bit stiffer.

"What did you say to him?"

"I-I...oh god...I told him...mmmm...I told him to come inside and wait...ohhhh...wait for me here."

She was getting close to an orgasm at this point. I knew how to make her have it now.

"Okay good. I know you liked talking to your husband with my cock in you. You're such a dirty little wetback. You like this don't you you fucking whore?"

After a month she knew to answer me right away.

"N-no sir. OHHHHHH..."

I reached around and rubbed her clit as she began to answer. It drove her over the edge.

"Don't lie to your Master pig."

She was cumming hard at this point.

"You're nothing but an immigrant slave who wants to fuck her husband after she's been full of another man's cum!"

Just then her husband's voice rang out in the distance.

"Maggie! Maggie! I'm here Maggie!"

The sound of her husband calling for her with her on top of me made her cum again.

*HEAVY PANTING* "OHHHHHH!"

I had to wrap my hound around her mouth. Her orgasm was just too loud.

"Get off my cock and get under the desk! NOW!"

She was weak but did as she was told. I sat in my chair with my cock, dripping with her cum and wetness, right in her face. I just grabbed the back of her head and forced it in her mouth. She was very slow and unenthusiastic until...

"Mr. Ryan! Mr. Ryan come in here!"

He immediately walked into the room.

"Yes? Hello there Mr. Davis."

"Please have a seat. Your wife is just finishing up an errand. She'll be ready to go in a few minutes."

"Yes of course. My wife aims to please, this I know."

Maria went nuts. She started sucking on my cock like it was a fountain and she was dying of thirst.

"Yes of course. So tell me Mr. Ryan, how's everything going? I'm not keeping Maggie too busy at work, am I?"

I hated calling this jerk 'Mr. Ryan'. I still hate it. But I was going to keep my end of the bargain. He didn't know that I already knew that name was bullshit and changed her paperwork to Robinson. Nope I had to keep up the pretense to keep my slave.


"No sir. My Maggie is a hard worker. When she gets into something she really goes all the way."

The words were music to my ears and it was clearly not getting passed Maria. She started sucking on my cock for dear life. She was licking my balls hungrily and I even think she was masturbating. It was bringing me very close to the edge. I knew I didn't have long before I exploded and I didn't want her swallowing it this time. Every time I came in that first month was either in her cunt or in her mouth--mostly her cunt. I wanted her to carry my seed inside her. But that night was different. That night was about degrading her into full submission. That night I had plans.

"Mr. Ryan if you don't mind, would you please go wait in your car? Maggie will be out in a moment and I really need to lock up."

"Certainly Mr. Davis. It was a pleasure seeing you again."

"The pleasure is always mine!"

The sarcasm in my voice wasn't lost on him. He looked at me funny then smiled, turned, and left. 

I waited to hear the front door close before I pulled my cock out of Maria's mouth.

"Get out here bitch."

I was right. She had been masturbating.

"On your knees."

She quickly knelt in front of me. I was whacking off in a frenzy. I was pretty worked up myself. It didn't take long before I shote my load all over her face and hair.

"Ahhhhh...fucking feels good bitch. You're such a good little pigslave."

She quickly went to wipe some of the cum off her face when I stopped her.

"No no no. That cum is staying on your face, in your hair, and on your clothes."

She looked at me dumbstruck.

"Not only that but the first thing you're going to do is kiss your husband with my cum on your lips. Now get the fuck up and get the fuck out."

She stood quickly and adjusted her skirt. You could see that her fucking knees were wet so I knew I just about had her.

"Sir. Please don't make me do th-"

"Are you fucking questioning me pig?"

"No sir. Never. It's just-"

"Good. Go. Leave the door open so I can see you kiss your husband."

She slowly composed herself then walked out of my office. Her husband, luckily, had is back against the door and didn't see her come out. The cum in her hair was visible but she rubbed the cum on her face into her skin a bit to make it less noticeable.

She passed through the front door and turned to look at me. I was staring at her with a very stern expression. She immediately turned to her husband and gave him a huge kiss. It was an incredibly passionate kiss. I knew that I had done it. She was broken in permanently at that point--and I would be right. After the kiss she turned and stared at me like a puppy who couldn't wait to come back. 

The next morning she arrived at work an hour early, without me having said a word about it. But that's another story...