The Harem of Killion Perry
Copyright© 2025 by work for nothin
Chapter 7
Suspense Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Killion Perry known as fearless man in the hood. He know exactly what he will get after charged for doing crime, something more enjoyable than being the victim. His courage was feared by gang leaders, until a pimp asked for help to continue her business.
Caution: This Suspense Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Slavery Fiction Crime Wife Watching Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Black Male Black Female White Female Anal Sex Sex Toys Cat-Fighting Prostitution AI Generated
The room grew quiet, the men retreating to the shadows as the harem took a moment to revel in their victory. Shaquira stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Welcome to your new life,” she whispered, her hand stroking Mrs. Hubbard’s cheek. “You belong to us now. You are ours to use, to breed, to pleasure. And we will make you the most sought-after whore in all of Killion. You understand, Kaydence?”
Mrs. Hubbard’s eyes searched hers, a mix of pain, anger, and something else. Something that looked a lot like acceptance. “Yes,” she murmured, the word a whisper of defeat. “I understand,” she nodded weakly, her body a mess of conflicting emotions. The pain had subsided to a dull throb, replaced by a strange emptiness that left her feeling both violated and oddly ... fulfilled.
Shaquira’s eyes gleamed with victory as she turned to Killion, who was lounging on a velvet sofa chair at the edge of the room, watching the scene unfold with a lazy smile on his face. She strutted over to him, hips swaying with each step, the power of the harem a palpable force around her. Without a word, she straddled him, her body a stark contrast to his casual attire.
Her lips crashed against his, a kiss that was equal parts passionate and predatory. The taste of Mrs. Hubbard’s submission was still on her tongue, a heady flavor that only served to fuel her desire. She felt Killion’s cock twitch against her thigh, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of the newest addition to their collection.
“Thank you, my love,” she purred, her voice a seductive whisper that sent a shiver down his spine. “You’ve truly outdone yourself. She’s the finest whore we’ve ever claimed. I’m sure her pussy will earn money so much for us.”
Their kiss grew deeper, more passionate as Killion’s hands roamed over Shaquira’s body, claiming her as his own. He could feel the heat of her desire, the power she held over the harem pulsing through her veins. Their tongues danced together, a silent promise of the depraved future that lay ahead.
“You never cease to amaze me,” he murmured, his voice a dark caress against her skin. “The finest woman in the city, and she’s ours to use as we see fit.” His eyes flicked to Mrs. Hubbard, her body still trembling on the floor, a pool of cum and sweat surrounding her. “You’ve truly outdone yourself, my love.”
Shaquira pulled back, her own gaze never leaving his. “It’s all for us, Killion, just for you and me,” she said, her voice earnest. “For our love and our future. With her, our harem grows stronger, our coffers fill, and our power ... it knows no bounds.”
The room grew quiet, the echo of their passionate whispers the only sound in the grand hall. Then, without warning, Killion’s attention was drawn to the TV mounted on the wall. The screen was ablaze with the face of a man who looked eerily like Sean Combs, his eyes wide with terror as a gavel slammed down, the camera zooming in to capture the verdict of his trial. The words ‘guilty’ and light sentence were on the lips of everyone in the room, a stark reminder of the world outside their own twisted bubble.
“Look at him,” Killion said, his voice filled with a mix of contempt and amusement. “Sean Comb, a man who’s been playing with fire for so long and yet, the law turns a blind eye.” He leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled under his chin as he watched the news report with a knowing smile. “The system is broken, Shaquira. They don’t care about all the his victims, not really.”
Shaquira’s eyes narrowed as she took in the scene playing out on the television. “But if we ever get caught...” she trailed off, not needing to finish the sentence. The implication was clear. They were playing a dangerous game, but the odds were in their favor.
Killion’s smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving the screen. “Ah, my love, you worry too much,” he said, stroking her thigh. “Look at O. J. Simpson case. He’s a monster, and yet he walks free. Our little ... enterprise, it’s nothing compared to the atrocities that go unpunished every day.”
Shaquira nodded, the mention of O. J. Simpson bringing a spark of rebellion to her eyes. “You’re right,” she murmured, her hand sliding down to cup his cock through his pants. “They’re too busy chasing after shadows to see the monsters in their midst.” Her voice grew darker, a hint of anger in her words. “And if we ever do get caught, we’ll have our brothers in skin in high places. They know the kind of money and influence we can bring to the table.”
Killion’s eyes remained on the TV, his mind racing with thoughts of power and control. “Prison is a joke,” he said, his voice cold and calculated. “I’ve seen it with my own eyes in the worst of prisons,” he began, his voice a low murmur, “there are men who find comfort in the routine. Take that prisoner you mentioned, the one who raped and murdered a young white mother and her baby. In there, he’s got three square meals a day, a roof over his head, and a warm body to fuck whenever he wants, before the time to freed come. And everyone say the law has been enforced. But is that fair? Absolutely ... not.”
Shaquira leaned into him, her hand moving in slow, sensuous circles over his crotch. “You’re right,” she murmured, her voice a sweet poison in his ear. “The courts and our law system are a joke. They let the rich and powerful walk free while the poor and the weak are ground under their boots.” Her eyes gleamed with a cold, hard anger that mirrored his own. “It’s taught us all that if you want something, you just have to take it. And that’s why we do what we do. We take what we want, when we want it. And we’ll do it without mercy.”
Killion’s grip tightened on her thigh, his own anger and frustration melding with hers. “Exactly,” he said, his voice a harsh whisper. “Life has shown us the way. It’s a lesson in power and control, and we’re the ones writing the textbook.” He looked down at Mrs. Hubbard, her body a testament to their dominance, and felt a thrill of satisfaction. “We are the law now, baby. And our harem is our kingdom. As long as the country law is weak we’re going to keep taking what we want, and we ready matter what the cost.”
With that, he stood, lifting Shaquira effortlessly into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands tangling in his hair as he carried her towards the grand staircase. Their kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as they ascended the steps. The harem members parted like a sea, their eyes filled with respect and fear as their king and queen passed by.
In the vast bedroom, Killion laid Shaquira on the plush, velvet bed, his eyes never leaving hers. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the chiseled abs and powerful chest beneath. Mrs. Hubbard’s whimpers grew louder from the floor below, a sweet symphony of pain and pleasure that fueled their desire.
Shaquira watched him with a mix of lust and power, her own body thrumming with the energy of the night’s events. “Take me,” she breathed, her legs spreading wide in invitation. “Claim me as your prize.”