Crushed Candy: A Businesswoman's Sweetest Secret

The heart of the city pulsed and throbbed outside Victoria's office window, but she paid it no mind. She was too engrossed in the deal she was finalizing, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she typed furiously. The numbers and figures on the screen swam before her eyes, but she didn't let them distract her. She was a woman used to power, used to control, and she wasn't about to let anything stand in her way.

But then, a small noise caught her attention. She glanced up from her computer, her eyes narrowing as they scanned the room. At first, she saw nothing. But then, she spotted him. A small boy, no more than 13 years old, crawling towards her with a broken leg and a pathetic expression on his face.

Victoria couldn't help but be amused. She leaned back in her chair, her lips curling into a smirk. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What on earth are you doing in my office at this hour?"

The boy looked up at her, his eyes pleading. "I was running from some bullies," he explained, his voice shaking. "I ended up breaking my leg."

Victoria raised an eyebrow. "And you thought coming to my office was a good idea?"

The boy nodded. "I didn't know where else to go," he said. "Please, can you help me?"

Victoria couldn't resist the cute plea. She stood up from her chair, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she walked over to the boy. She looked down at him, her eyes taking in his small form. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal.

"Fine," she said, her voice sharp. "I'll help you. But you have to do something for me first."

The boy looked up at her, confusion written all over his face. "What do you mean?"

Victoria grinned. "I mean, you're going to be my plaything for the night."

The boy's eyes widened in shock, but Victoria didn't care. She reached down and picked up the boy, her hands rough as they gripped his small body. She could feel his trembling, but she ignored it. She was too used to the feeling of power and control.

She sat back down in her chair, pulling the boy onto her lap. He yelped in pain, but Victoria didn't care. She started to grind against him, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

"You like that?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.

The boy nodded, his eyes glazed over. Victoria couldn't help but laugh. She had him right where she wanted him.

She continued to use him, her movements becoming more and more aggressive. The boy tried to resist, but it was no use. Victoria was too strong, too dominant for him. He could only lie there and take it, his small body trembling with each thrust.

But then, Victoria started to get bored. She could see the fear in the boy's eyes, and it wasn't enough to excite her anymore. She wanted more. She wanted to feel him break beneath her.

So, she crushed him. She pressed down on him with all her weight, her hips grinding into him with brutal force. The boy yelped in pain, but Victoria didn't care. She continued to crush him, her evil smile growing wider with each passing moment.

The boy tried to resist, but it was no use. Victoria was too strong. She could feel the life draining from him, and she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Once the boy was dead, Victoria tossed him aside like a used toy. She stood up from her chair, her eyes scanning the room. She knew that she couldn't go back to normal sex after this. She was too used to the thrill of dominating and crushing her partners.

But that was okay. Victoria had always been a woman who liked to take charge, and this new hobby was just another way for her to do so.

As she left her office, Victoria couldn't help but smile to herself. She knew that she'd never be able to resist the temptation of a cute, small boy begging for her help. And so, her life as a dominant businesswoman and a ruthless sex toy crusher continued.