18+! I know, TWO FUTA CHAPTERS IN A ROW?! HAVE I GONE MAD?! I mean, probably, but that's besides the point. My good friend, write_this_time, who you should all go follow, gave me story idea, and I decided to go with it. So please, enjoy my dirty mind...

   I watched the woman walk out of her car, carrying a shopping bag over her shoulder as she climbed the steps to her house. I watched as she unlocked the door and then walked in, pushing it shut behind her. I gulped, shaking my head to clear the fogginess. I had to do this. She needed to be taken out.
   My father was Don Treval, one of the biggest mob bosses in the city. She was Anna Shrike, the biggest threat to his position of power. And he wanted her dead. Personally, I wanted nothing to do with this business. I was adopted, which meant I didn't have some blood loyalty to him. He'd never bothered to take the time to raise me. He hadn't even changed my last name to match his. But he couldn't have kids of his own, so that's where I came in. I was going to be his successor. Which meant I had to prove myself.
   "You need to be able to do your own dirty work. I've got a pretty simple target for you. Not even you could mess this one up."
   I shuddered every time I thought about his words. I wasn't a killer, and he knew it. But he was losing his grip on his territory because of her, and the other members of his group had started questioning whether or not he was fit to lead them anymore. By having his son take her out, he'd regain his power in hours. He claimed.
   I hesitantly climbed out of the car, making sure the small gun was hidden in my coat pocket. I wasn't sure what kind it was. Some kind of revolver. "A man's weapon." I didn't care. I just wanted to get this over with. I looked both ways and then I crossed the street, slipping silently under the window. I couldn't see anyone around, but it never hurts to be safe. I peeked over the windowsill cautiously. No one there. I quietly pried open the window and then slipped inside. This was my area of expertise. Sneaking, getting in and out without making a sound. But I didn't want to do this.
   I peeked around the door frame and saw her, her back to me as she sat down at a desk with a heavy sigh. I hesitantly stepped forward, creeping soundlessly towards the desk. I drew the gun and double checked everything as quickly as I could. Safety off, dangerous end away. Simple enough. Just point and pull. I made it into the room and stood a few feet behind her. Her brown hair fell in waves down her shoulders, and I knew from pictures that her eyes were one of the deepest blues I'd ever seen. She was beautiful.
   I pointed the gun at the back of her head. Point and pull. Just do it. Do it and be done with it. I stared at her, trying to keep my hand steady. I could do this. I could do this. I can't do this. I realized in horror that I couldn't move. I wouldn't shoot her, but I was petrified by my fear anyways. I had just about started hyperventilating when she spoke up. "If you're gonna kill me, then get on with it."
   I jumped in surprise and fell backwards, dropping the gun as I landed on my ass. She turned around and looked at me with anger, those blue eyes piercing through my soul. She stood slowly and started walking towards me and I scuttled backwards in fear. "Dustian Parker, adopted son of Don Treval." I gulped and kept backing up, barely managing to stay the same distance away from her. "I hear you're quite a talented thief." She was grinning at me. It was predatory, angry, and for whatever weird reason, lustful.
   I felt my back bump into a wall and she caught up to me in an instant, caging me beneath her. I felt goosebumps racing up my arms as I tried to find an escape, but she grabbed my wrists, pinning them to the wall. She held them both in one hand and then gripped my chin with the other, turning me to face her. "Care to explain what you're doing here?"
   I gulped and struggled to pull my hands free from her grip. It was useless. I'd have an easier time moving a bull. "L-let go of m-agh!" I cried out in pain as her knee slammed into my chest. Jeez, that's just uncalled for.
   "One more time. Why are you here?" Her voice was dark and dangerously low. But she was still grinning. Having fun as she scared the hell out of me.
   I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Amazing what fear does to a person. After a few seconds of struggling, i managed to find my voice. "M-my father sent me."
   She nodded like that made sense and picked up the gun I'd dropped. I squirmed fearfully as she examined it with a smirk. "Are you gonna cooperate, or should I just make this easier on myself?" I felt like she wasn't talking to me.
   She considered it for a second and then shrugged. "Easier it is." I saw her hand move and then I felt the butt of the gun slam into my head. I was out before she'd finished the swing.

   "Wakey wakey~" Someone's finger prodded my cheek and I shifted uncomfortably, my eyes opening groggily. I had a killer headache and my wrists felt they were being cut into.
   I glanced around and realized with a sudden coldness that i had no clue where I was. The only light came from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, but it was enough to see. Anna was there, watching me with a pleased smirk. "Glad you're awake. I'm not too big on completely helpless prey."
   My eyes opened wide in fear and I went to yell, but there was some strange piece of cloth wrapped tightly around my mouth, muffling the sound. She chuckled and ran a hand through my hair. It sent a strange shiver down my spine. "Do you know what two things I value more than killing my enemies?"
   I whimpered softly and shook my head fearfully. I doubted she'd go without an answer. The hand tightened in my hair and I whimpered more as she whispered into my ear. "Sending a message, and fucking pathetic sluts until they break. You're gonna help me with both of those."
   I whimpered again and tried to pull away but her grip tightened. Suddenly I was falling, landing on my side with a harsh thud. My hands were bound together so tight it felt like the circulation was being cut. I was helpless. "Look at me." I did as I was told.
   She was smirking, and I could hear shutter clicks coming from a very familiar phone in her hand. My phone. I whimpered and she laughed. "That skirt really looks great on you."
   My throat tightened and I looked down at myself in horror. My clothes were gone, replaced by a tight fitting shirt that was chafing my nipples, and a short skirt that stopped about a third of the way down my thighs. I screamed and thrashed around, but she just laughed. "What's the matter? I just dressed you the way you were born to be dressed."
   I whimpered again and I felt hot tears burning my eyes. She crouched in front of me, smirking. I flinched as she caressed my face. "I can't wait to make a mess of you. I watched you for a while. You are just such a pretty boy that I couldn't help myself. And then you stumbled into my house like an adorable lost doe?" She chuckled, moving a stray hair out of my face. "Just perfect."
   I whimpered again in response and she released me. "I want you to turn over for me. I won't be as nice about it."
   I gulped and did my best to roll over. With my arms behind my back, it was a nearly impossible feat. After a few tries i managed to roll over, but the awkward method left my face pressed harshly into the ground with my ass the air. I did my best to push up but she growled and I stopped, shuddering.
   She gripped my hips and pulled up, forcing me to my knees while keeping my face to the ground. I whimpered from the painful position and then cried out as her hand came down on my ass. "Shut up. You'll be spending a lot of time like this, so you might as well get used to it."
   I shifted myself around so I could look behind me and she chuckled. She pulled something off my ass and I blushed darkly as I stared at the panties wrapped around my thighs. I was so focused on them I almost didn't notice what she picked up. Almost. I whimpered again as she trailed the plug around my hole, pressing it softly against it every once in a while.
   I shook my head as best as I could, staring at her with pleading eyes. She laughed again and slammed it into me. My entire body lurched forward as I cried out in pain. "Shut up already."
   I whimpered in pain, shaking. She moved the plug around inside me, pulling it back and then pushing it back in. She kept at it until I felt a strange heat building in my stomach. It was starting to feel, good? I moaned softly and she snickered, slapping my ass. "That's it you fucking whore."
   I flinched at the words, but even if I'd wanted to deny it, my body seemed to disagree with me. I moaned again and she slammed it all the way in, leaving it there. I whimpered a little as she pulled away, flinching at the sound of the camera shutter. I moaned again as a sudden vibration shot through me.
   She flipped me over onto my back and lifted my legs up, spreading them until she had enough space to crawl between them. She was smirking again as she pulled out a knife. "Stay still."
   I moaned softly at the feeling inside me and she carefully cut the shirt off me. She started kissing along my neck, biting just above my collarbone. I just moaned, throwing my head back into the floor. The combined feeling of her lips and the vibration was too much for me. My breath shortened drastically and I cried out as her teeth dug harshly into my neck. It was the final straw. I came, my body racking with shudders as I rode out my high.
   After a few seconds I calmed down, shaking as she pulled the plug out of me. "Perverted little slut, huh? That barely lasted five minutes, and yet you came like a dirty whore from so little. I don't know how you're gonna last the rest of this."
   I rolled my head over and panted into the gag. There was more? I heard clothes rustling and I looked back at her. She had unbuttoned her pants and I paled as she pulled a cock easily twice the size of mine. Maybe three times as big. She chuckled at my fearful expression and laid it on top of mine. It was warm, and I could smell it from here. It reeked of sweat and kinky sex. And I had a feeling that I was it's next target.
   "There, there. I love all these little faces you keep making. Pleasure, fear, embarrassment. So beautiful." I whimpered in response as she lined her monster up with my hole. It wasn't gonna fit. It wasn't gonna-sjkklds! I screamed in pain as she forced the entire thing into me with a single thrust.
   She moaned in pleasure and lifted my legs over her shoulders, using the hold to eagerly fuck my body. I screamed with each thrust, squeezing my eyes shut tight. I squeaked in surprise as her hand wrapped around my throat, pressing it harshly against the floor. My eyes fluttered open and she growled into my face. "Shut up." The words were hissed into my face and I whimpered fearfully.
   She released my throat and started thrusting harder, gripping my hips to use as leverage. She changed her angle a little and I squeaked in surprise, my breath hitching. It shouldn't feel so good. But it did. God did it feel good! I moaned into the gag, my back arching off the ground. "Mmf!!!"
   She laughed and started thrusting softer. "Hmm? What was that slut?" I whimpered softly and tried to push back into her. She chuckled and loosened the gag, pulling it down so it hung limply around my neck. "Tell me what you want." She slowed to a near crawl and I whined desperately, feeling tears of frustration building.
   "M-more..."
   She laughed lightly and leaned forward, wrapping her hand around my throat. "Louder slut. And be more specific."
   I could still see my phone in her hand, but I couldn't hear it clicking anymore. She was probably recording. "M-m-more Miss, please. F-fuck me more please."
   She laughed and tightened her grip on my throat, thrusting into me roughly. I cried out in pleasure and tried to catch onto any rational thought. Everything seemed to be getting fuzzy. I couldn't see anything but her. I knew without a doubt that I'd lost myself to her, and I never wanted to be found again.
   "C-cumming!"
   I screamed and released the fire inside me, spraying her shirt. She laughed and I felt her entire cock twitch inside of me as she exploded, filling me to the brim in seconds. My world went white from the heat and pleasure pulsating through me. "Mmm, that's a good slut."
   I shuddered in pleasure as she pulled out, the warm liquid leaking out of me. She pulled me up onto my knees and untied my hands. They fell limply in-between my thighs, and I looked up as best as I could.
   She laughed at my dazed expression and hefted her dick up in my face. The smell was overpowering, but I loved it. I could feel drool dribbling down my chin, and she wiped it away with a smirk. "Open up."
   I opened my mouth obediently and she started thrusting roughly. I gagged loudly and let my body go limp. I didn't have the energy to do anything else, so I might as well be a good hole for her. "That's it slut. That's it." She groaned as she thrusted, holding my head in place to fuck my throat harder.
   My eyes were slowly closing as my body shut down, what little parts that remained of my brain turning off. I felt her tip expand and then her cum was spurting down my throat. I swallowed as best as I could, but I couldn't keep myself drifting away. I fell backwards off her dick, collapsing onto the floor. I felt several more spurts of the warm liquid land on me, but I couldn't do anything about it. I closed my eyes and gave in to the sleep pulling at the edges of my brain.

   I watched the boy lying on the ground while I waited for my breath to level out again. I didn't even have to get down there to see he was out. Using his phone, I got a final picture, with my cum leaking out of both of his holes. I chuckled to myself and picked him up, carrying him out of the basement. Couldn't just leave the poor thing there.
   I carried him to my bedroom and laid him on top. He'd be comfortable until he woke up. I opened up the messaging on his phone and found the messages I was looking for. I added everything to the message. The photos, the videos, everything. Then I sent it to Don. Along with a nice message about the dangers of blackmail.

18+! So... I didn't really know how this would turn out. I think it's good. You can be your own judge though. I hope you enjoyed my dirty mind...