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Cut Throat Business

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Richard Carmichael sat in his office, waiting patiently. The office was quite large, befitting the CEO of the corporation. Dewpoint Pharmaceuticals was one of the largest drug manufacturing companies in the world. The head branch was right here in the metropolis of Alta Ferro, and his office was on the top floor of the building. It affording him quite the view from the massive wall-sized windows behind his desk, though the shutters were down now. He did not want an audience.

What most did not know was that the large German shepherd was also one of the top crime lords in the city. He had recently gained even more control, ironically thanks to the efforts of a vigilante. Several months ago, the so-called 'Knight of Lead' had killed Xihan Mei Lin, the local head of the Triads. With the panda dead, their drug operations were thrown into chaos and he was quick to swoop in and fill the void before they could fully reorganize. They had not been driven from his city completely, and he doubted they ever would be, but it would take them quite some time to come back. For now, they were no longer the competition.

The phone buzzed on his desk, and he pushed the button to answer. The voice of his receptionist, Vincent, came clear over the speaker. "Ms. Blizzanti is here, sir." There was a slight tone to the voice that he recognized. Not quite questioning, but a question was left unspoken. 'Should he make her wait?' The shiba knew him quite well, and knew he liked to make certain people sweat while they waited. The man was one of the few in the building that knew just who Richard really was, and was paid better than some rulers as a result of his good service. Richard also thought he was one of the prettiest men he had ever known, and made no secret to Vincent of that fact. While not exactly lovers, the two had enjoyed each other company in the past on several occasions.

Richard pressed the button again. "Send her in." He had no reason to keep the woman outside waiting. She would be nervous enough as it is. Besides, he had called her here today.

A minute later, the door to his office opened and a short, petite, timid-looking blue jay stepped in. "H-Hello, Mr. Carmichael." Her feathers were a vivid blue, with white along her neck and he assumed running down her front. She dressed in fairly standard business attire. A light gray, collared shirt with a darker gray tie at her neck. She chose to wear a skirt, a plain one matching her blouse, but it hung past her knees.

He smiled to her. "Come in. Have a seat, Ms. Blizzanti. And please, call me Richard." She felt completely under-dressed before the large canine, however. He towered over her, his dark brown, almost black fur was short and had a slight shine to it. His suit was tailor made, pure white and fitted perfectly. The shirt under was also pure white, his tie being a bright red as contrast. The jay figured it all cost more than she made in a year, and he probably had a bunch of suits like that.

She nodded, stepping further into the massive office. "O-Okay. And, uh... I guess you can call me Lisa." She was pretty sure the office was bigger than the whole of her apartment. She moved to the desk, sitting in one of the two very comfortable chairs in front of the thing. The desk was equally massive, and looked like it was made of some really expensive wood, a dark mahogany color. Upon it was his phone, with way more than the standard buttons, as well as three monitors, though they were spaced so she could see him without having to look around them. The only piece of decoration was what looked like an ornamental dagger in a sheath, held up on tongs attached to a black granite base. The plate on the front read 'For a real cut-throat business man. - M. Dewpoint'. She figured it was from Maxwell Dewpoint, the original founder of the company.

Richard smiled at the nervous looking bird. "So, Lisa. Do you have any idea why I called you up here today?"

She immediately tensed up, clicking her beak several times. "Um... n-no." She panicked, thinking she had already been caught. Her heart was already pounding away in her chest, now it felt like it went into turbo.

He kept his friendly smile, but saw her reaction. "Good. I'm doing some performance reviews. But I insist that everyone keep it a secret. It's good to know that no one has gone spilling the beans." She relaxed almost instantly, letting out a nervous laugh as relief washed over her. "You're good at keeping secrets, right?"

She tensed up again. "Y-yes! I am, s-sir!"

His grin got wider. "Good! Because I'm looking for a new manager to be in charge of the accounting department. If you were to get the job, I need to make sure you won't go revealing company secrets or selling client information. There have been some issues with... information leaks lately." When he saw her tension rise again, he continued. "I think someone has been selling information to a competitor. Would you have any idea who that might be?"

Lisa relaxed visibly again. So he did not know about her after all. She shook her head. "No, Sir. I really don't know who would be stealing things like that. I'm... not really very close with most of my co-workers." She then quickly amended that statement. "I-I mean, I get along with them, I'm just not personal friends with them. I don't see any of them outside of work or anything." She actually did not have many friends in general. She liked to keep to herself.

He nodded, typing something into his computer. "I see. Well, if you do happen to notice anyone acting suspicious, please don't hesitate to report it directly to me or my assistant, Vincent. You met him, he's the dog outside." She nodded. "Now that that's out of the way..." He continued with the 'review' as he normally would. He ran her through a series of questions, all of which he already knew the answers to. As it went on, she got more relaxed, thinking she was in the clear.

After nearly twenty minutes, he gave her a friendly grin. "Well, I think that's almost everything. You have done a good job here."

She returned the smile. "Thank you, Sir."

She was just about to get up, thinking the interview was done, when he spoke again. "There is just one more matter to address."

"What?"

He turned the monitor on his left around to face her. "This." He hit play on the video, and her heart sank through the floor. It was a CCTV recording of her and a police officer, a feline named Officer Graddis. She was nervously handing over a small binder of printed material over to him, then hastily leaving. "Care to explain?"

Lisa stared at the video with wide eyes, then looked back at the canine across from her. "I-I..." Something in his smile was a lot less friendly now. She quickly stood up. "I... should... probably be g-going..."

Richard stood up as well, slowly walking around his desk. "Going?" She retreated away from him as he stepped closer, backing towards the door. "Going to pack up your meager things? Do the walk of shame out the front door?"

She let out a frightened chirp. "Y-yes...?" She found herself next to the door, and quickly reached for the handle, only to find it locked. She struggled with it for a moment, rattling the handle and tugging on the door, but it would not budge. She backed away again as he continued to slowly approach. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't... mean to..." Her back bumped against the wall.

He was suddenly very close, towering over her, pinning her to the wall with his presence alone. "Didn't mean to what?" She whimpered, clearly terrified. "You didn't mean to go poking around where you shouldn't? Or you didn't mean to try and tell the cops?" He saw tears welling in her eyes. "You really are a good worker. It's a shame that you had to go poking your beak where it didn't belong. You might actually have made it to manager."

She whimpered again, shrinking away from him as he leaned close. "I-I'm sorry! I had to say something!"

He grunted. "Too bad for you that Officer Graddis is one of mine." He had gotten a message from the officer, telling him that one of the employees had come with a not insubstantial amount of proof that Richard had been shifting funds around through the company. He used it to launder a lot of the money from the drug and slave trade. Thankfully, Graddis was on his payroll, and made the evidence disappear. Richard had already sent him a rather sizable bonus for his diligence. Enough money for the cat to take his wife... or mistress... on a very nice, and very expensive vacation. He liked to keep the cops in his pocket happy, and this sort of loyalty was the result.

He leaned closer, his face close to her trembling beak. "So, now what am I going to do about you, little Miss Whistle-blower?"

Lisa pressed herself back against the wall so hard, it was like she though she could phase right through it and out of the room entirely. "I-I won't tell anyone else. I haven't told anyone else! J-just fire me, and I'll keep my beak shut!" She spoke in rapid, panicked tones, practically begging him.

He shook his head. "Oh, no. That won't do at all. You clearly don't know how to keep that beak shut." She yelped as he suddenly backhanded her, sending her crashing to the floor in a heap. He blinked in surprise, staring down at the blue feathered woman laying there. He had not hit her THAT hard. She must have fainted. He scoffed and turned around, moving back to his desk. He hit a button on his phone. "Vincent. I-"

Vincent's even tone came across clear. "I've already cleared your schedule for the rest of today." He smirked. "Just let me know if you need me to contact the... um... cleaners later."

Richard chuckled. "I probably will. Thank you again, Vincent." Once again the shiba was proving why he liked to keep him around. He hit another button on his phone, but this time it did not call out anywhere. Instead, the wall panel beside his desk clicked and slid open, revealing a hidden door to a secret room. The room was not that much more decorated than his office, but it did have a comfortable bed inside, as well as a closet with several changes of clothing. Long nights at the office sometimes necessitated a place like this. There was even a shower hidden further inside.

Of course, there were other reasons he liked the hidden room. For one, it was sound proofed, and with no windows, there was no way anyone would manage to get a peak at what happened inside. He walked back to the fallen avian, reaching down to pick her up. He was surprised by just how light she was, even with her smaller size. He shook his head. "Right. Avian. Hollow bones." He carted her into the room, the door sliding closed behind him and locking once shut. "I guess I should use a lighter touch on this one..." He grinned. "Or perhaps not."

He dropped her onto the bed. She bounced a little, stirring from the sudden jostling and groaning. "Wha-" She gasped as she came to, sitting up and looking around in a panic. She saw she was in a room that seemed to have no door. She was sitting on a bed, and the canine was standing over her, his once friendly grin replaced by a wicked one. "P-please don't hurt me..."

He crossed his arms. "Oh, that entirely depends on you. Now, I want you to strip."

Her eyes went wide. "W-what!?"

He lashed out, backhanding her again. She recoiled from the blow, only for her head to strike the wall. She did not faint this time, at least. "I said strip, now STRIP!" She whimpered at him, tears welling in her eyes. She flinched when he drew his hand back again, quickly starting to unbutton her shirt. He lowered his hand and watched. Her tie was quickly removed so she could finish unbuttoning the shirt all the way. She hesitated for a moment, but a glare from him made her continue and pull the shirt open fully. Like he suspected, the white feathers did continue down her front. They covered her small chest and ran down her thin belly. She was small enough that she did not seem to see the need for a bra. Or maybe it was just an avian thing. When she pulled the shirt off, he saw the rest of her upper half was covered in the vivid blue feathers.

He nodded at her skirt. "All of it." She nodded, letting out a terrified chirp again. Tears were running down her face as she reached down to unbutton the waist of her skirt. It was soon pushed down her legs, revealing a pair of plain white panties under it. He hesitated again, but he growled at her. "I said ALL of it!" She made another timid chirp, nodding and quickly pulling the panties down her slender legs. She then sat there on the edge of the bed, looking down at the floor. "Spread your legs." She whimpered, but obeyed. Her legs parted to show the sex hidden between. It was not his first time seeing an avian naked, of course, but he still smiled. "Always amazed your kind can push eggs out of that little hole. I'd like to see that, one of these days."

She suddenly looked up at him, her eyes wide. "N-no! Please!"

He rolled his eyes, waving his hand dismissively at her pleading. "Oh, don't worry little bird. I didn't mean you. I'd have to wait for that and deal with the kid... No." He smirked. "You're not worth that kind of effort. Besides, it's not like I can knock you up, anyway." She seemed to relax a little. "Oh, don't get too relaxed. I'm still going to fuck you." She winced, and he chuckled. "Turn around and bend over. Get those tail feathers up in the air for me."

She nodded slowly again, letting out timid little chirps the whole time as she turned around and leaned against the bed. She had to force herself to lift her ass up in the air and fan her long tail feathers out for him, giving him an unobstructed view of her ass and cunt. He reached out and gently rested a hand against her small rear, feeling her clench under his touch. "It's nice to finally have an obedient little slut here for a change. Normally it's all 'no please don't' and trying to offer me something." He smacked her ass, making her chirp louder. "Like any little bitch could offer me something I couldn't just take."

He heard the sob she failed to muffle. It made him smirk. Normally, he was actually quite caring and affectionate in bed, as Vincent could attest. It was only in situations like this that he let himself shift into a more abrasive asshole. Her reaction was exactly the reason why. He continued to rub her rear gently with one hand, his other occupied with opening his trousers. She heard when they fell to the floor, her whole body stiffening up. "Excited already, are you? Maybe you want this? A nice hard fucking by your big boss' throbbing cock?"

She shook her head slowly. "N-no..."

He scoffed. "Don't lie." He smacked her ass again. "You want to feel my throbbing meat pounding away into you." She gasped as he slapped his shaft against her ass. "All 11 inches of it."

Her head peaked over her shoulder, and she saw it. Standing proud and erect was his cock. The thing was massive, not just in length, but thickness. "N-no... please, you can't!" She tried to pull away, only for him to grab her hips with both hands. "Please! Th-there's no way!"

He held her hips in place, despite her squirming. "You'll take it." His voice was suddenly no longer joking, but dark and serious. "If you keep up these protests, I'll just have to beat you instead. Then I'll fuck whatever hole I want while you're laying in your own drool." She squeezed her eyes shut, more tears running from them, but she stopped trying to wiggle out of his grip. "Good girl."

He positioned himself up at her entrance, rubbing the pointed tip right along her slit. He pushed his hips forward, and moaned loud, while she let out a low whine of pain. "Fuck but you're tight, girl!" He pushed forward more, sinking his cock further into her. The tunnel around his shaft was incredibly tight, clinging around his cock like a vice. He really had to push hard to force himself into her. "I've fucked asses not as tight as this!"

Not even half way in, and he was finding it hard to keep going. Normally, he would let a lady get used to his size. He did not give her such a kindness. Instead, he pulled back, only to hammer himself forward harder. She cried out in pain as his girth stretched her wide, already at her limit and she had not even gotten to the thickest part. He slammed forward again, and she felt a shooting pain running through her pussy, deep inside.

He hammered away at her in slow, deep thrusts. Each one got him just a little bit deeper into her. He saw the faint blood on his shaft when he pulled back, and for a moment wondered if she had been a virgin. He felt no barrier, though. He was literally tearing her with his cock. He grinned to himself, and shifted his grip up a little to hold her sides instead. He yanked her back as he thrust forward, jamming even more of his cock inside of her. Now she screamed for him.

His thrusts continued, pounding deeper with every blow. That is, until he did feel a barrier blocking his way. He knew cervix was not the right term for it, but it was close enough. His pointed tip poked and prodded at that inner barrier to where her eggs grew. He wanted inside that. He had fucked into a girl's womb before, but never done it to an avian. He wondered how close it was in comparison. But he was having problems getting himself any deeper.

He grabbed her thighs, lifting them up with ease. She cried out as her face fell against the bed, chest pressed flat. "You're just too tight, birdy." He grunted as he shoved forward again. "Going to have to do something about that." He started to part her legs, pushing them wider and wider.

She whimpered at first, then started to yelp and groan, then cry out as he continued. "Stop! P-please!" She felt her hips straining under the pressure. She gripped at the bed under her, as if she could crawl away somehow, but he had her pinned down at an awkward angle, her back arched painfully. Her screams got louder as he started to press her legs wider still. She felt as much as heard the bones and tendons straining under the pressure.

The room was filled with a series of snapping cracks, and one very loud CRUNCH. Her voice died in her throat for a moment, then was found again as she shrieked in agony. Her whole pelvis shattered under him, her right thigh bone breaking in several places, while her left femur just snapped in half. He let her legs drop limp and grabbed her sides again. "You avians and your brittle bones." With the bones broken, he could really pound away at her now. "That's much better!"

His already hammering thrusts grew even harder now that he had more room to shove his cock into her. Her screams of agony did pick up again as he started pounding away at the barrier into her inner workings. Slowly, he felt it starting to give, until he was able to finally burst through, another several inches forced up into her hole. She started shivering in his hold, her inner walls quivering around his shaft. All of it was driving him on, grunting and moaning in pleasure.

His knot started to swell at the base as he felt himself growing closer. It was not long before he could not just shove it inside. He gripped at her hips tight, pushing forward as hard as he could while dragging her back. The brittle bones made more noises, though it was mostly masked by her renewed shrieks of agony. Finally he was able to shove the knot into her, letting out a loud shout as he felt her tight inner walls clamped around the knot. He could not hold back any longer and unleashed his seed deep into her abused cunt, filling her deep with wave after wave of his hot cum.

He felt her go limp in his hold, even while he was still emptying his balls into her. He let her go and just stood there groaning as his cock twitched and spurt within her. He panted and grunted hard as the orgasm started to die down, leaving him almost a little light headed. It had been a long time since he had crammed into anything as tight as her. Remembering her limp state, he brought a hand up to touch her neck. Even before he felt the pulse, he heard the whimpering coos from her. She was still alive, and not even unconscious. She had clearly gone into shock now.

Richard grunted again, giving himself a minute to come down from the orgasmic high. His cock still throbbed, held by the painfully tight walls. He had no desire to sit here and wait for it to go back down to pull out. With as tight as she was, that may take quite a while. So he gripped her hips again and started to pull. She let out a whining whistle, then a louder cry as the tugging got harder. He groaned as he continued to yank back. Her flesh gave before his strength, and in one move he ripped himself free of her, tearing her pussy in the process. A gush of bloody cum followed after him, splashing onto the floor at his feet. His cock twitched again and spurted another few token shots out onto her ass.

He dropped her hips, and they fell to the floor, dragging her body with them to lay there in the pool of cum. He chuckled. "Hey... that was pretty good." He leaned down to pat her head gently. "But our time is up, little songbird." He turned and walked to the hidden panel that opened the door to his office. Pressing his hand to the scanner, the door slid open a moment later. He double checked that the blinds shut before stepping back out into the office.

Richard grabbed the decoration from his desk, the dagger from his mentor, Maxwell. It was not just a decoration, however, and when he took the handle he drew a very real, very sharp 6 inch blade out of the display. He took both the blade and the base back with him into the room. Lisa was still slumped on the floor where he left her, panting and sobbing to herself. He touched the door control and it slid closed again.

The canine nudged Lisa with his bare foot, making her lay on her belly. He then straddled her back, resting on his knees above her and setting his ass down against the broken hips. She made a soft chirp of pain, but mostly just lay there. "Lisa, you still there?" She did not respond, so he tapped the back of her head hard with a finger. "Birdy! Answer me!" She chirped again, nodding slowly. "Good." He brought the base of the little display around, setting it in front of her beak. "Do you remember this?"

Lisa forced herself to look up, having to blink away the tears to focus her eyes. She saw the display, and the little plaque. Then her eyes went wide as she realized there was no handle in it anymore. "W-wai-!" He gave her no chance to plead, his now free hand coming around to clamp around her beak and yank her head back, exposing her neck. His other hand came around, dragging the slightly curved blade across her throat. The edge was very sharp, easily slipping through the soft flesh under her vibrant feathers.

Blood started to jet out of the deep wound, splashing in great gushes. Her whole body started to jerk under him, her beak trembling in his hold. He pulled her head back enough that he could see her eyes, wide and full of terror. He gave her a big, toothy, sinister grin. He let her bleed for a moment, then brought the knife up again to start cutting away even more of her neck. Her wide eyes somehow managed to go even wider, then rolled back.

The blade hit bone, so he started to cut around it, tilting her head from one side to the other so he could cut. Her body was still jerking and thrashing under him, but his weight kept it pinned down. When he was satisfied enough with his cutting, he set the dagger down to grab her head with both hands. He gave a mighty twist, and the bones cracked. He continued to rotate her head, her spine snapping and popping as he turned it more and more. With a final crunch, it relented completely and he was able to tear her head fully off of her shoulders. Her torso thumped to the ground with a wet splat, landing in the growing pool of her blood.

He sat back a little, turning her severed head to look at her face. Her beak hung open, thin tongue slightly dangling from one side. Her glassy eyes were rolled back, partially hidden by half-closed lids. He chuckled a little. "Too bad you weren't smarter." He shrugged and dropped the head onto the ground. He grunted a little as he got back to his feet again. He looked down at himself, seeing her blood on his lower legs, covering his hands, and even splashed up onto his chest. "Ugh... such a mess."

He hit another part of the wall, and another hidden panel opened. Pressing a few buttons, two different doors slid open. One was a walk-in closet with several dozen changes of clothes. The other was a fully working bathroom and shower. He used one of the towels to wipe his hands and the dagger clean before sliding it back into the display base. He then started to strip himself of his bloody clothes. While he did, he pushed a button on the panel.

A moment later, Vincent's voice was heard. "I take it your meeting with Ms. Blizzanti has concluded?"

"Yup" He grunted a little as he pulled his arm out of a sleeve. "Please be sure to update her employment status to 'terminated.'" He finally slid the shirt out entirely. "And be sure to warn the cleaners. She completely lost her head and made quite the mess."

Vincent sighed softly. "You've gone and ruined another shirt, haven't you?"

Richard could not help but laugh. "Yeah, I'm afraid so. But hey, it just means we get to go to the tailors again."

"We?" Came the almost amused reply.

"Sure, why not?" He rolled his shoulders a little. "I could use a few new suits, and I know you like to watch. Plus, I'll buy you something nice. We could go out after, maybe to that nice Italian place you like."

The amusement in Vincent's voice was clear now. "Oh? You must really have made a mess to be bribing me like this." Richard again could not help but laugh. "But how could I ever refuse such an offer. You get yourself cleaned up and I'll let the tailors know to expect us this evening. And, of course, warn the cleaners of the task they have ahead of them." With that, the line went quiet.

The canine sighed to himself. He turned to look at mess he had made. Not only was her blood all over the floor, but it had even splashed up onto the bed. "Going to have to buy new sheets, too." He shook his head, then turned his attention to the limp corpse of the blue bird laying on his hidden room's floor. "Consider this me officially firing you." He turned and walked to the shower to clean himself up for his date.

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