31. Finishing the First Volume. R-18
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Recap of the previous chapter -
Steven sleeps on his thoughts about the meeting with Mark. The next morning he calls Kathy and arranges to meet for lunch. He tells her about Mark's demands, they get to talking about Mark's thoughts and demeanor.
Steven tells her how his talk with Mark has inspired him to dream again and he is finally ready to start his own studio, whose name is later suggested by kathy.
Steven then calls Mark the next day to inform him about setting up a negotiation team with lawyers and a team of agents. Mark agrees with him and thinks about calling uncle Steve to set up a team with Harry as lead.
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~ Mark's POV ~
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Date: April 16th, 1990, the day after, "the special night."
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Location: In his room at the knives out estate.
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Time: 10:02 am
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Mark had just ended his call with Steven Spielberg, he was happy that his plan was coming together with great haste. He wanted his deal with Universal to be over before the shooting of Knives Out begins.
He streamlined his thoughts and got to his most immediate task to be taken care of, which is to call uncle Steve and start the process of setting up a team of trusted lawyers and negotiators to get the ball rolling.
It took only a few minutes and then he went back to writing the script of Mission Impossible. Instead of wasting the Optimized Knowledge Script, Mark decided to use the script he had bought from the system shop. As he only needed to know its storyline and directorial knowledge.
With the use of his cheat, now it all boiled down to how fast could he type it out. At a length of over 21,000 words with a speed of appropriately 47 words per minute, it took him over 7 hours to get it done.
Though in his zeal to get it done in one go, Mark had missed his lunch. He decided to make himself a quick snack to just keep him filled till dinner.
After getting his quick snack, he went to meet Janet and handed her the script of MI. She was asked to make a few copies and then register it with the Screenwriters Guild. He also told her to get the movie title trademarked.
After doing that, Mark thought about what needed to be taken care of next on his schedule. He remembered his unfinished draft for the second arc of the first volume of "Legends of Runeterra".
He sat down in front of his typewriter on the workstation, it was mired with various illustrations of champions he had drawn, and even the beginnings of a rudimentary map of Runeterra.
He had already written about the watchers and how they loved their peaceful slumber in the darkness others called the Abyss. Also about how the aspects brought forth light into the realm of the watchers, the light of the life on Runeterra.
And thus began the watcher's attempt to snuff out the light of Runeterra. He wrote about Ionia, "The First Land" which came into existence over 9000 years before the foundation of the Noxian Empire.
The Noxian Empire is one the most powerful empires in the current day of Runeterra. As such the calendar that will be used to mark the timeline will be the "Noxian Calendar" - The terms Before Noxus (BN; Before the founding of Noxus) and After Noxus (AN; After the founding of Noxus), will be used.
After being done with introducing those details Mark started writing about the Titan War. He only mentioned it briefly as an ancient war between the mortals of the "First Lands" and the Titans (Sky-giants) that came from above.
Across the island continent now known as Ionia, a great war raged between mortals and a race of sky-giants. Only by the intervention of the "Vastayashai'rei" - legendary beings of immense power, existing in both the material and spirit realms simultaneously - was victory eventually won.
To defend themselves against the Titans that came from the skies, enlightened mortals of Ionia took the power of the spirit realm into themselves and became the first Vastayashai'rei.
After a grueling battle, the Vastayashai'rei were victorious against the Titans. Some of the Vastayashai'rei, such as the noble Kiila, the dutiful Chyr and the cunning Lhotl were hailed as heroes.
The Vastayashai'rei eventually decided to live among their mortal kin, crossbreeding as their less-magical descendants would eventually be known as the Vastaya.
After briefly touching upon the event that led to the creation of the Vastaya tribes, Mark moved on because he had more of Runeterra's history to cover.
Around the same time another significant event which occurred was "The Founding of the Freljord." It is a historical period stretching over a thousand years that encompasses multiple events leading to the unification of the Freljord.
This event speaks of a selection of Freljordian Demi-gods who stood against the rising civilization of Humanity and the emergence of the True Iceborn.
He decided that for the first introductory volume, it would be better to have four, "Legends". Namely - "Aurelion Sol: The Star Forger", and the three sibling Freljordian Demi-gods - "Volibear: The Relentless Storm"; "Ornn: The Fire below the Mountain" and lastly "Anivia: The Cryophoenix."
Mark began writing about Volibear or Valhir to those who still revere him, the Volibear is the storm made manifest. Destructive, wild, and stubbornly resolute, about he existed before mortals walked the Freljord's tundra, and is fiercely protective of the lands that he and his demi-god kin created.
He tried showing the Spirit God's deep hatred of civilization and the weakness it brought. How he now fights to return to the old ways—when the land was untamed, and blood spilled freely—and eagerly battles all who oppose him, with tooth, claw, and thundering domination.
And then he wrote about his personal favorite out of the three - Ornn, the Freljordian spirit of forging and craftsmanship. How he works in the solitude of a massive smithy, hammering out from the lava caverns beneath the volcano Hearth-Home.
There he stokes bubbling cauldrons of molten rock to purify ores and fashion items of unsurpassed quality. When the other deities, especially Volibear, his little brother, walks the earth and meddle in mortal affairs.
Ornn arises to put these impetuous beings back in their place, either with his trusty hammer or the fiery power of the mountains themselves.
And lastly he wrote about Anivia, she is a benevolent winged spirit who endures endless cycles of life, death, and rebirth to protect the Freljord.
A demigod born of unforgiving ice and bitter winds, she wields those elemental powers to thwart any who dare disturb her homeland.
Anivia guides and protects the tribes of the harsh north, who revere her as a symbol of hope, and a portent of great change.
She fights with every ounce of her being, knowing that through her sacrifice, her memory will endure, and she will be reborn into a new tomorrow.
He ended the first volume of the Legends of Runeterra with hinting about the "Iceborn", the different tribes that will eventually come to inhabit the land of Freljord.
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~ Evelyn's POV ~
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Date: April 16th, the day after, "the special night."
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Location: In her car on the way to the Knives Out estate.
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Time: 05:02 pm
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She was finally done with the her meeting with Mr. Lourd, he had told her that he would personally show up with the new contract for Mark at the inauguration.
She couldn't be happier on such a perfect day, all her plans worked just as she imagined and now she could report back to Mark on a job well done.
She had even screened a few candidates for Mark to select his secretary from - It involved a good mix of women from ethnic backgrounds but who satisfied all of Mark's wants.
She really wanted to see who Mark would pick for the job. She knew at the pace Mark was expanding his operations. He might just need more than one to handle all of his non essential tasks.
As such she had tried her best to get her master as many options to choose from as possible. A total of 11 candidates to be exact. She had used her connections and favors to find these women. Almost all of them have studied law to some degree and have decent knowledge regarding the Hollywood practices.
Some of them were even aspiring actresses or writers, who Mark could use as in the future. If they proved to be trustworthy and talented.
There was only a slight hiccup in her perfect day, she was unable to find even a single person who could serve as Mark's driven/bodyguard.
His requirements for this person, while simpler than the secretarial post, were actually harder to find in one person. Luckily a friend of hers had set up a meeting for her with a guy who fulfilled all of Mark's requirements.
After another 30 minutes of driving she finally made it to the estate. It looked just gorgeous against the setting sun, like a majestic castle with its spires and rooftop towers.
After a shower and freshening up, she went to see Mark and give him the list of candidates. She knocked on door and waited for Mark's call.
"Come in." He said, as she entered his room. She saw a big canvas on which Mark was painting. It was sectioned off into three portions vertically, the leftmost portion displayed a giant polar bear standing on his hind legs. He wore some kind of magical armor as well.
The one in the middle was a little harder to make sense of but after observing a while she thought it must be an anthropomorphic Ram. He looked dangerous and powerful yet wise, he held the tools of a craftsman - A hammer in both hands, he was dual wielding them.
The last of the three looked to be a bird, Mark had yet to start painting her and had only lightly penciled a rough sketch onto the canvas. She moved forward with her folder and put it on Mark's desk.
He asked her how her day was. She replied with a smile and reiterated her day to him. How she manipulated Mr. Lourd for a meeting, her subtle way of influencing him to see Mark in a good light etc.
While all this was happening Mark just quietly locked the door to his room. He came as she finished her explanation about how she got him a large pool to select his secretary from.
To keep up with the pace at which he was growing and finally apologized for being unable to find a candidate for being Mark's driver/bodyguard. She assured him that she will be meeting someone in the morning regarding it so she will fill that hole very soon as well.
All the while, Mark just sat behind his desk and stared at her with a tranquil smile.
After a brief silence, Eva was starting to get nervous. Watching her squirm, Mark chuckled and answered.
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--- Warning |R-18| CONTENT BEGINS ---
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"You did well, Eva. With the backing from Mr. Lourd my future deals and acquisitions will be even faster and easier to execute. The larger pool for secretarial candidates pleases me as well."
"You deserve a reward my beloved pet, but," he leaned forward as he said the next line, "but you also failed to acquire even a single potential driver/bodyguard."
"Now normally if my slave fails me I would straight out punish her, but I am feeling benevolent today. So you get to choose." Mark said with a smile.
"Option 1: forgo the reward and the punishment will be waived off as well."
"Option 2: Endure the punishment and then claim your sweet reward." Mark said laying out two options for her.
Eva thought for a while, a bit nervous yet excited from the idea of being punished. Her panties were already soaked from hearing Mark's mercy.
She wanted to experience it all, the love and pleasure at Mark's hands and the sweet pain and agony as well. She wanted
to devote her all, everything.
She replied with her head bowed, "I would first like to be punished, master."
Mark just stared at her for a while, enjoying watching her squirm.
"Stand up and come over to my side pet." He went away and brought a full length mirror and set it up on the desk in front of her.
"Sluts should see themselves embarrassed." He smirked and pinched her nipples over her dress, making her move shudder.
'Well this was embarrassing,' She thought, as he stood behind her, admiring her ass and letting her see how slutty she looked in his eyes.
He sat down as he smelled her fragrant musk from her panties. He could smell her arousal, he grabbed her waist and hugged her to his chest. Enjoying her warmth.
Mark's hands went lower as he started groping her perfect bubble butt. He loved the way it jiggled and bounced with every slap of his.
He ordered her to lean on the table and brace herself. He spread legs further apart, and hiked up her skirt. He could see her dripping pussy, and her clit was erect peeking through the hood.
He slightly pinched it, Eva shrieked nearly collapsing from the multiple minor orgasms she felt. She started dripping even more and Mark teased her by saying, "someone's excited"
After lifting her skirt till her butt was completely exposed, he started rubbing her butt, squishing it, slapping it. He even spread her apart to lick her pussy for a while, but he always held off when she was about to climax.
He was edging her to orgasm so hard that she squirts during it, but for that she arousal must be at its peak. So after teasing her for a while and leaving her wanting more, wanting for her release.
He stopped and sat back as he admired his work. She was flushed, her back wet with sweat, her hair clinging to her face. Her face was just flushed red as if she had a fever. After being done with admiring his artwork, he got to real work.
"I am going to spank you now, I want you to count them each and thank me for punishing you." Mark said.
He bunched up the skirt of her dress and held it in his left as he gave her the first spank. His hands were strong and hurt her soft ass.
She thanked him everytime he hit her,
*SLAP* "One, thank you master."
*SLAP* "Two, thank you master."
*SLAP* "Three, *anhh* thank you master."
*SLAP* "Four, thank you maahstar." she came with that one.
He paused briefly and said, "this is your punishment slut, how dare you cum without my permission slave?!"
"We will need to start all over again." he said with a smirk and started over.
He spanked her several more times before pulling the skirt down her knees and off her. He laughed when he did it and started spanking her again.
The pain was way more than she thought but with every spank she focused more on the way her big tits jiggled. She was more embarrassed than she was in pain.
But she was happy to see that her master enjoyed his view of her red wobbling ass, her jiggling boobs and the look of embarrassment on her face.
"Do you want me to use a paddle on you?" Mark asked.
"Yes, please! Hurt me real bad." She begged.
"Well then beg for it." He said.
"Please daddy, spank this slave of yours with a paddle." She begged, trying to talk dirty.
"Again." He ordered.
"Please daddy, spank me hard. Make me feel like a slave. I beg you to show me my place in life." She let out her depraved desires.
"Then, here you go pet." He spanked her with a paddle this time and it hurt like hell.
He kept on doing it and after every spank she thanked him and begged him to give her more. She loved calling herself his slut, his slave.
"Now turn around and see your slutty ass all red."
She did as told and saw that it was all red like deep red and hurting. Her nipples were hard enough to poke through the material of her dress and hurt nicely.
"Please fuck me right here daddy. I beg you to make a slut out of me, your slut." Evelyn begged with eyes glistening with tears. Even after cumming before she was at the height of her arousal.
Instead of approving her request, Mark only gave her a cruel smirk as he struck with his paddle one last time, but this time right at her pussy, hitting her clit.
He held back on this hit as he didn't really want to hurt her too bad. But for Evelyn it was an outworldly experience, she felt like she was struck with her most strongest orgasm of her life.
She blacked out momentarily, her body shaking, her pussy squirting all over him and his chair. The only reason she didn't fall over was because Mark held her upright as she passed out.
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{Author's Note: I felt like this was a good place to show another R-18 scene without making it too overdone. From now on most of them with Evelyn will be glossed over unless it's a special day. Or Evelyn is involved in a threesome with a new member of Mark's harem or just a random hookup.
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