The Heiress (Closed)

Closed to myself and Ausus_girl13

Luke Ramsay's entire existence revolved around Janessa Ruby. His life, his work, his home - all were in the hands of the 22-year-old heiress to her father's oil kingdom. Luke was Janessa's bodyguard, and therefore travelled everywhere with her. Every party, every movie premiere, every appointment, every event. She had a driver and she had her own little entourage of boy-toys and vacuous, slutty friends, but Luke was the one who was always there.

"Always there" even included living in her house, which Daddy had set up for her last year. The word "house" was, of course, a joke: the place was a mansion in the hills, Georgian in architecture and disgusting in excess. Daddy had had the place built specifically for his little girl, and he'd shelled out eight million for the place. Janessa lived there along with her servants, cooks, maids, butler, and Luke.

Luke had his own bedroom, and he had to admit that, even with all his disdain for Janessa and the entire Ruby family and all their excesses, the digs were damn impressive. His bedroom was sprawling and had everything he could have wanted, including a king-size bed. Daddy had spared no expense, even for the "hired help." Luke was in his room now, at the end of a long day of accompanying Janessa to get a dress fitting for a new premiere and then lurking around while she went on a date with one of her endless suitors. He was at his computer, surfing the Internet for porn. It's not like he had much of a social life these days, so his sex life consisted of rubbing one off every night to the pixellated images of teen sluts online. He clicked on several links, trying to find something to strike his fancy and trying to avoid all thoughts of Janessa, whom he hated to the very core. Such a spoiled bitch without a brain in her head.

He hit on cheerleaders, schoolgirls, naughty nurses. Finally he settled on one that seemed promising: two young women, both wearing what looked like wigs and skimpy lingerie, were walked into a house where they got on their knees and each started to suck off two guys - four guys in all.

Pulling his slowly hardening cock out of his pants and starting to stroke it, Luke settled back to watch the two girls. Then his jaw dropped. "What..." he muttered. He leaned forward, staring at the screen, trying to determine whether he was seeing things. But no, he wasn't.

One of the two girls on screen, hidden under thick makeup and a black wig, was Janessa Ruby. "What the fuck..." he mumbled. He stared at the screen for a good five minutes in complete shock, not moving. Finally his thoughts began to coalesce, and he had an idea. The perfect way to get back at Janessa for being such a miserable bitch all the time.

Zipping up his pants, he stepped out of his room and headed down the hall to Janessa's bedroom. He knocked on the door and said, "Janessa, it's Luke. May I come in?"

The knock on the door interrupted her survey of her closet. She had been looking for an outfit for tonight's foray into the city. She needed something slightly slutty, that screamed money. Of course, she didn't have what she wanted.

"Yeah, Luke?" she called distractedly,he would most likely want to talk about security for the night, where they were headed, those sorts of boring details that she never cared to hear about. The only reason that she even had a body guard is because Daddy insisted she have one, she felt it was unnecessary.

She was throwing her clothes about the room with little care for where they landed when he stepped into the room. She was wearing little, a tight white shirt and some purple ruffle butt panties that she just loved. When Luke didn't say anything, she looked up at him expectantly.

"Well?" she asked shortly.

When he walked into her room, he saw that Janessa was wearing only a tight shirt and some purple panties. He had seen her naked before and seen her dressed like this on numerous occassions. She was not ashamed of her body and she seemed to think so little of Luke that she didn't care whether he saw her naked or not. He figured that, from her perspective, it wasn't much different than if a mosquito saw her naked.

"Well?" she asked in that bored, contemptuous tone she had perfected. It was a little amazing how a person could sound that bitchy from one word.

"I have something to show you, Janessa," he said. "It's in my room."

She looked unconvinced, but she followed him hesitantly down the hall into his room, where he pointed to his computer screen. "I was just entertaining myself with some porn - it's not like working for you allows me much of a social life - and I was a bit surprised at what I saw."

He pointed again, in case she didn't get the picture. On the laptop screen was the paused video of Janessa and the other girl on their knees in front of two cocks each. "This girl in the black wig looks so familiar," Luke said mockingly. "I wonder who she could be?"

This was getting old, Janessa sighed loudly, bent over and squinted at the screen.

"So, you found a porn with a girl that looks like me? Wow, good job. Tell you what, you stay here and wank off, while I move on with my life" she said rudely, "On another note" she added, "you're fired."

She looked at the big man before her daring him to go against her will, when Janessa was sufficiently satisfied that he was done, she turned heel to walk out of his room.

Luke forced himself to smile. He certainly didn't feel like smiling, but to frown or squint his eyes or make any expression other than amusement would only allow Janessa to believe that she'd won.

Which she had not.

"Maybe you should wait just a moment," Luke said as she began to walk out of his room. He had been prepared for this reaction, so he knew just what to do. He pulled out his cell phone and flipped it open. He went through his list of contacts until he found "Preston Ruby" - Janessa's father. The source of all the little bitch's money. The only person who held Janessa under his thumb, to whom she would do anything, because with him she was nothing.

Luke clicked the green dial button while he stared at Janessa, who had turned to face him. "Mr. Ruby? It's Luke Ramsay. I'm sorry to disturb you, sir, but I have something here that you might want to see." Long pause. "Yes, sir, it really is very important. Would you like to come by now?" Another pause, as Luke stared at Janessa, smiling. "It really can't wait till morning, I don't think. Mm-hmm...mm-hmm...yes. Thank you very much, sir. I appreciate your time."

Smiling at Janessa, he paused, getting ready to flip the phone shut but still not ending the connection.

She couldn't fucking believe it and the disbelief showed on her face. She was pissed. How dare this lowlife attempt such a thing. She stalked up to Luke, her feet silent on the carpet, the fury in her eyes evident. She ripped the phone out of his hand, and looked at it- he wasn't on the phone!

She got very close to him, then and screamed; "How dare you! You can't prove it was me, and you wouldn't dare tell my father! Fine you want your job back, you can have it, but that isn't me!" she gestured at the screen.

"This conversation is over." she said as she threw the phone at the wall, and turned away from him.

Luke smiled again, this time triumphantly. "I don't think this conversation is over," he said. "In fact, I think it's barely begun."

He took a few steps forward, knowing that she wasn't going to move. He had her, and they both knew it. "If that isn't you, why are you so upset? If that isn't you, you should be begging me to call your precious daddy so that he'll fire me, maybe even sue me, for libel. If that isn't you, you wouldn't be in such a rage right now, your face beet-red while you're out of breath."

Luke laughed and then, completely out of the blue, he slapped her across her face. "If that isn't you, bitch, then I wouldn't own your sorry, stuck-up ass right now. But you know what? I do."

After he slapped her, she laughed at him. Oh, the poor person thought he could one up her huh? That he owned her. What a colossus fucking fool, he was.

"Oh that's rich, Luke, you think you find a few grainy images of me on my knees and suddenly you're in charge? Fuck you, you stupid poor bastard"

She was angry and scared, and shaking with it, Janessa had to end it right now. She stared disdainfully at the man in front of her, crossed her arms in front of her chest and said; "That isn't me, but it does look like me, so how much do you want in order to go the fuck away?"

"That isn't me, but it does look like me, so how much do you want in order to go the fuck away?"

Luke laughed back at her. Granted, he wasn't expecting her response, but he knew the key was to stay one step ahead of her. Don't budge an inch to this bitch.

"If it isn't you, Janessa, then you wouldn't care at all about making this go away," Luke pointed out. "Like I said, you'd be ready to fight against this with everything you have. But you're not fighting it. You're ready to offer money."

He stepped forward so that he was only inches from her. He reached out and grabbed her left breast with a brutality that surprised even him. He groped it and slapped it. "First of all, you twat, I don't want any money. If I were to blackmail you, it would be for your pussy, not your cash." He moved his hand up to her neck, where he squeezed gently, then a bit harder. "And second of all, if it's not you on screen, then you have nothing to worry about. Why don't you just go back to bed while I get some of my computer experts to look into this film? In the morning, if it turns out it wasn't you, I'll resign."

Luke squeezed harder on her neck, then used his other hand to slap the other breast. "But if it is you, you better hope I'm in a better mood than I am right now."

"Let go of me you fucking pig." Janessa whispered hoarsely because his hand was still around her neck, her eyes however spoke loud and clear spilling pure venom and hate.

Unable to speak and rapidly running out of air, Janessa did the only thing left to her, she spit at Luke. It landed right on his nose, she could tell immediately that he was pissed. She smiled at that.

At first Luke was furious that Janessa had spit on his face, but soon his fury cooled off, only to be replaced by amusement. He had known to expect this kind of reaction, after all, so how could he be upset? She was just Janessa being Janessa. She didn't like it when her tidy, perfect little world was thrown out of balance.

He laughed in her face. "Why don't you fly, fly, fly back to your little room now, bitch?" he said with a grin. "Like I said, I'm more than happy to call up some friends to verify this video. Maybe we can find some other porn flicks that you've made as well. I wonder how many cocks have been in your filthy mouth on camera?"

Luke grabbed her right breast the way he had done before, groping it, squeezing it, and finally slapping it once, then twice. "If that weren't you on film, you wouldn't even still be here. You'd be crying to Daddy that Luke is a liar. But we both know you're a nasty little pornslut, and we both know I can prove it. So go back to sleep now. I'll give you an update in the morning."

If she walked from this room he would know that it was her in the film, and he would likely find more, she knew it. So, she could not leave this room until that website was wiped from his computer. So, she changed tactics.

"Fine Luke, you want my pussy?" She said softly, she jumped up on him, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders and her lithe legs around his waist. She lowered her face to his, and licked his lips, whispering "Take me".

Luke laughed as she jumped up on him. It must have been a comical sight, for one thing, but he also laughed at how easily she thought she could manipulate him with pussy.

"You're so used to getting what you want with that slutty little cunt of yours, aren't you?" he said with a laugh, dropping her down onto his bed. Granted, he couldn't deny being turned on by the sight of her purple ruffled panties forming a camel toe as they hugged her puffy pussy, or the swell of her breasts under her shirt. But it wouldn't be that easy.

"Throwing yourself at me proves once and for all that you're the one in that video," Luke continued. "So like I said before, that means I own you. This won't be as simple as a quick fuck to make me go away. This means I make you and your pathetic life a living hell." He stepped forward, hovering menacingly over her. "So you can start by stripping off all your clothes and playing with that little pussy for me. I want to see what the famous Janessa Ruby looks like when she rubs her cunt."

Janessa couldn't believe when he threw her away from him. What an arrogant ass, then to ask her to masturbate in front of him. Fuck this shit. She was done playing.

He was standing over her, at the end of the bed leering at her body (of course, he was- she was hot) and in the perfect position for her to cause some bodily harm.

"Fuck you!" she yelled, and kicked out with all her power, her foot making direct contact with his groin and dropping him to the floor. She leapt off the bed and ran for the computer hoping to make it there before he got up.

Luke felt the sudden force of her foot, and before he knew it he was on the floor, almost ready to pass out from the pain. Women could never possibly understand how painful a kick to the balls was, and this was probably the hardest he'd ever received.

Dammit dammit dammit, he thought. Don't let her...don't let her...shit...she's going to...she's going to the computer!

He couldn't let her near the computer. If he'd been thinking straight, he would have known that it of course didn't matter. Anything she did to the computer wouldn't have changed the fact that the movie was on the Internet forever, and he'd remembered to write down the website address, so it's not like he couldn't have found it again. However, he wasn't thinking straight. He was trying to think through the nauseating pain.

Luke managed to jump up as she reached his computer, and he put his large hands around her waist and yanked her away. He spun her around and threw her back down to the bed. "You fucking cunt!" he roared as her body fell backwards like a rag doll. "I own your sorry ass right now, bitch! You will do anything I say, whenever I fucking say it!"

He put his hands around her throat and spit in her mouth. He slapped her face and then slapped her tits, lifting up her t-shirt and tearing at it roughly. Before either of them realized it, she was topless, the shirt in a rag on the floor, and her firm breasts were exposed.

Janessa had been running to the computer when she was seized by the waist and thrown back on the bed, he was ripping at her clothes and roughly handling her body. She was struck by the fact that even though she hated this man who was violating her body, she was wet, and she was ashamed of it. She felt helpless and as he ripped at her, grabbing her tits and humiliating her, although she fought back, her attempts were useless against him and she knew it.

No other person had ever made her feel so small and useless, and his big hands on her small pert breasts actually made her nipples hard. When she realized her powerlessness against her own employee, the tears started running down her cheeks, and she whimpered against his strength.

She refused to give him this one last win, her own tears, so she backpedaled, curling into a ball at the head of the bed, her mascara running down her cheeks, her breasts heaving from the fight and her anger, her hair completely mussed up. She looked at Luke then evenly, and without malice- with a twinge of sadness in her eyes, it was the only admission of guilt that Luke would get.

For a moment, Janessa looked so wounded and innocent that it stopped Luke dead in his tracks. He didn't think she was a particularly good actress and was never good at hiding her feelings, so he thought that the look on her face was genuine.

But was it really? He could never tell. She was so good at manipulation. Was this just another in her endless line of male manipulations? How could he ever know? She played the game so well. Still, though, she really did look hurt, and he was taken aback. He'd never seen so much raw emotion on her face before.

But then he remembered the real Janessa. The Janessa who had treated him and all her other "servants" like crap. The Janessa who shit on everyone. The Janessa who didn't have a single original thought in her tiny, pathetic head....

No, he didn't care that she was crying. Fuck her. Regardless of this moment, she was still and would always be a bitch. "My demands still stand, bitch," he said, his voice unwavering. "I want you to take off those panties and play with your slut pussy."

Luke's order made Janessa's face flame red, still she didn't dare fight him right now, but she couldn't strip in front of him either. So, with tears running down her cheeks she decided to do something a little less shameful.

Since her legs were already up against her chest, she simply moved her feet and wrapped her arms around her legs, slid her panties out of the way, and ran a finger along her waxed pussy. As she manipulated her cunt, the fact that she was already aroused became more evident as her fingers were shiny with her juice. She hid her face behind her knees as he did this, knowing that she couldn't bear to look up at Luke.

Luke watched Janessa with a lustful grin on his face as she pulled her panties to the side and rubbed her waxed pussy. It was evident that she was very wet, as both her twat and her fingers were glistening.

"Mmm, I see you're not as turned off as you'd like me to believe," Luke said through gritted teeth, inhaling deeply at the sight of her naked cunt. "That little pussy is wet and your nipples are hard. I think you really like it nasty after all."

He ran a hand along her leg, moving it up and up until it was close to her crotch. "You like it rough, bitch? Does it turn you on to get treated like a dirty little whore?"

And with that, his fingers reached her pussy. He ran one finger along her wet slit, and then slid two fingers inside her soft velvet folds.

When Luke touched her she jumped slightly afraid that he was going to hit her again. She kept her face hidden from him, as he called her names and slid two fingers into her wet pussy.

A moan came from her then, and she couldn't stop it from crossing her lips. She was shocked at her behavior and froze at the sound of it. Luke's hand in her pussy made her want to crawl out of her skin, and at the same time she wanted to crawl all over Luke and fuck him for all she was worth.

The only action that Luke got from her while he fingered her was a slight push against his hand as she rocked her hips, she froze again knowing he noticed it.

Luke couldn't help but notice as Janessa grinded her hips against his fingers as he toyed with her wet pussy. "Oh you like that, hmm?" he said with a triumphant smile.

He kept his fingers moving deep inside her twat, finger-fucking her as though using his cock. At the same time, he used his other hand to reach forward and tweak her nipples, squeezing them tightly and twisting. He heard her hiss with pain or pleasure, perhaps both, and after he got this reaction, he kept fingering her while he slapped her tits as hard as he could.

"You like getting slapped around like a piece of trash?" he asked. "You like being treated like the little cunt that you are?"

Janessa couldn't take it anymore, his fingers in her cunt and on her nipples, she wanted to crawl out of her skin. His words however, awoke her from the catatonic calm she was in.

"NoooOO!!" she screamed, jumping all over him, punching, hitting, kicking striking out where she could. "I hate you, I hate you!" She screeched at him. She was out of control and she knew it.

Janessa was yelling "Noooo!" over and over until the scream became one long siren's scream that could have been a tortured soul bellowing from the depths of hell. Luke was grateful that no one else lived within two floors of her; the only person who was nearby to protect her was him. That was a laugh, he thought.

As she clawed and slapped him, he did the only thing he could to shut her up: he grabbed her by the hair and slapped her as hard as he could across the face. She fell back down onto the bed. "Shut the fuck up, you little bitch," he said, his voice almost a growl.

He leaned over her and pressed her arms down on the bed, holding her down. "Now you listen to me, if you know what's good for you. You'll do everything I say from this moment on. You don't make a sound unless I tell you to. You don't move unless I tell you to." He removed one hand from her arm in order to apply it to her nipple, turning it slowly like a screw. "Do you understand me, whore?"

She allowed him to twist her nipples, as they were already hard. The venom in her eyes burned holes at him. And she couldn't bring herself to admit how his words had shaken her.

She slapped his hand away, and moved to the other side of the bed before he could stop her. She curled up then, wrapping her arms around her legs and sighing heavily.

"Enough games, Luke tell me plainly what it is that you intend to do." she said wearily over her shoulder.

As she slapped his hand away and curled up into a nearly fetal position on the other side of the bed, Luke realized - perhaps for the first time during his entire employment with her - just how vulnerable and fragile Janessa was. Yes, she played the part of a tough, rebellious girl who had all the answers and was afraid of nothing, but right now she looked so frail that he thought she might shatter to pieces if he touched her, like an ancient vase.

"I'll tell you exactly what I want," he said, standing over her but not touching her, at least not yet. "I want to use you. I want you to be my filthy slave. I want to get you back for all the times you treated me and everyone else in your life like shit. I want you to know what it feels like to be on the receiving end of that kind of treatment. I want to use you and abuse you, humiliate you and degrade you. And by the time I'm done, you're going to need therapy for the rest of your worthless little life, but it won't do you a goddamn bit of good."

Suddenly, he lunged across the bed and grabbed her roughly by the hair, then put one hand around her throat and used the other to slap her face.