by Angela Blake
“Fuck you,” he groaned as he slid his cock out of me and then grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to my knees. “Open your mouth.”
I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. This may be the first time I’ve ever had sex but I have seen enough videos to know what he was about to do. Daddy grabbed his cock and aimed for my face, just in time for his cum to shoot out. He filled my mouth with his warm, salty seed and I basked in it like I was taking a relaxing hot shower. He covered my face, my tits and my hair with his fluids and when he was done he shoved his cock back in my mouth. I cleaned him up as best as I could, licking and suckling vigorously until he withdrew, removed the belt around my neck and pushed me down to the floor.
“Say ‘thank you, daddy’ whenever I’m done using you,” he instructed.
“Thank you daddy,” I said. I really wanted to please him. I knelt on the floor, both my mouth and pussy drooling in sex, and I reached down to tap my pussy with my fingers. It was so moist and warm the mere touch of it got me aroused again.
Daddy paced around the house and took a pair of handcuffs from the wall. He walked over to me, cuffed my hands behind my back, and then took a blindfold and a red gag ball which he also forced me to wear.
Now I was completely helpless. I couldn’t resist even if I wanted to. My mouth was gagged and I wouldn’t be able to utter our safe word even if I screamed.
Despite all this, I felt comfortable and secure. I trusted him and I would let him use and abuse me in any way he wanted. From this point on I knew I had to surrender everything to him. I was nothing unless daddy said otherwise. I was just a young slut in his possession and to be honest I wouldn’t have it any other way. I wanted him to fuck me like a play toy.
“Time to go downstairs,” he whispered into my ears as he grabbed me, picked me up and slung me over his shoulder like a sack of meat for him to fuck. “It’s time to break you until you lose your mind.”
I already was losing my mind, daddy.
He carried me quickly and we descended down the stairs into the basement below. When we arrived, I felt him walk around a bit and then flip a switch on. He must have turned on the lights. Afterwards, daddy carried me over to a table but it felt more like the ones they put corpses on in a morgue – cold, metallic, narrow and uncomfortable.
I couldn’t see what was going on but I could hear him preparing something close to the table. I wasn’t sure what it was until I felt the rope being wrapped around my body. He used it to squeeze both of my breasts, to fully squeeze out my ass and my legs and to securely hold my torso, my shoulders and feet. It was like a work of art, using me and the rope as a dynamic canvass.
“This is it,” he told me and that was the only warning I got before he pulled on something and lifted me up. Only the rope held me and soon enough I was suspended in the air, hanging by the rope he had wrapped around my body. All of a sudden the tight loops around my tits, tummy, legs and torso became so much tighter it was like a dozen men groping me all at the same time.
Chapter Sixteen
“Aah!” I yelped in pain and shock. I wanted to curse and shout more but the gag was keeping me from humiliating myself further. Daddy had begun dripping candle wax down my back, specifically around my ass.
From that point on I began to slip in and out of consciousness. I would pass out from sudden pain, like daddy using some kind of device to electrify my tits or when he’d use a belt or whip to flog me non-stop. I could swear my ass, back and tits were so red and ripe from all the torture. He’d make me scream and howl whenever he’d drip candle wax on me, just keeping me awake long enough for him to fuck my pussy.
I didn’t know how long I was hanging up there but it felt like an eternity. I didn’t know what else to think of or what else to do. In my head, everything was just a blur. All I knew was that I felt so hurt it was like he broke every inch of my body.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, he let me down. He took off the rope, undid the cuffs and removed the blindfold. Daddy did not take off the gag ball, however, and I knew he didn’t want me to talk.
Then I got a look at my body and for the first few moments, I panicked. I looked like a beaten slab of meat. My entire body was red and beaten and there were numerous spots of dried candle wax. I looked like a piece of garbage, a whore he’d fucked and broken into a thousand pieces.
Looking around I finally got to see what the basement looked like. It appeared much more elaborate of a dungeon than the main floor. Here the walls were covered in black wallpaper and the main light was red. I could see several leather couches and it looked like it was a place he could punish girls with an audience watching. There were even stockades and other unique metal items used specifically for punishing willing sluts like me.
“Mmm…” was all I could say. I didn’t care about it anymore. I felt good. I felt like I was useful for once. He had all the fun in the world using me and that gave me a sense of accomplishment. The burning sensation from all my sore spots made me feel like a triumphant slut in his eyes and that’s all that mattered to me.
Daddy patted my head and then began to gently slide his middle finger in and out of my pussy. “Good girl. You may not know this but I tortured you for six hours straight.”
Six hours? Holy fuck, I was suspended that long?
He then shoved in a second finger and once again I was beginning to drown in the moment. I shut my eyes and just mumbled my moans out as I relished the pleasure he continually gave me.
“I’m going to take this off but you have to do one thing the moment I do. Keep your mouth open for me, slut,” he told me. I nodded back and he unstrapped the gag ball from my mouth and tossed it to the side. I opened my mouth and waited for him to make his next move.
Daddy slid his fingers into my pussy, soaking them as much as he could, and then shoved them into my mouth. I tasted myself and while it might sound like a strange thing to do I licked his fingers and suckled up all my juices, hoping it would appear as seductive as I thought it would be.
“Very good,” he praised me and I knew I made the right move. He repeated this over and over while his other hand began to work on my breasts, massaging them slowly and might I say with a hint of romance.
“D-daddy,” I started to call out to him when he finally stopped toying with my pussy and mouth. He just held me close to him, embracing me with his big and strong arms. “W-would you do me one favor?”
“What is it?”
I shed a single tear as the thought slipped into my mind. “Let’s n-never talk about Matt. If h-he were to see me the way I am n-now, it would break his heart.”
Daddy nodded and caressed me gently with his fingers. “Never again, I swear. He’s gone, baby, you’re daddy’s girl now.”
“M-my body hurts so badly,” I told him. “I feel so broken.”
“That’s because you are,” he replied. “Let’s see here; who owns you?”
“Daddy does.”
“What are you now?”
“Daddy’s slut.”
“When daddy is here, what do you do?”
“Spread my legs and open my mouth for daddy to use me in every way he wants.”
Daddy then gave me a kiss on my cheeks. “Very good. See, you’ve transformed with this experience. Now you’re really nothing more but my slave, my slut. You’re my little fuck whore and I will do anything I want to you and you will thank me for it.”
I knew deep inside that the words he spoke were true. I knew that I was no longer that innocent girl working at the mall, one who went out with the ideal young guy. I was a slut… I was his slut.
Speaking of working at the mall, I decided this was the right moment to talk to daddy about something other than just being his sex slave.
“There is one more thing I need to tell you, daddy,” I told him. He stood and picked me up, gently in his arms, and then carried me back upstairs. He laid me down on the couch, ran to the trailer to get a blanket of which he used to cover me and then got to work on lighting the
fireplace.
When the logs started to cackle with flames he then sat down, his cock still stiff and throbbing, and placed a hand on my leg. “What is it?”
“Someone tried to hurt me before we met earlier,” I told him. “Remember how I work at that costume store at the mall? Well, I quit today. I quit like minutes before we met at the mall. My boss had cameras in the shop and he knew I wasn’t wearing a bra and panties so he called me into his office, whipped out his cock and was trying to blackmail me to fuck him.”
That seemed to get him all riled up. I could see the anger burning as he grit his teeth and made a fist with his hand.
“No one toys with my slut,” he said. His wrath was beginning to seep into his very tone. “What’s his name?”
“David,” I told him. “What are you going to do, daddy?”
“I’m going to beat that little shithead. I would send someone to do the job for me but this case is special. He tried to fuck you and that doesn’t slide well with me.” Daddy was getting really agitated and he was beginning to shake in pure anger.
I cocked my head to the side and looked up at him with a confused frown on my face. “You’re going to beat him?”
“Nothing deadly,” he assured me. “I didn’t get to my position by killing people on a whim. No, it’s better to teach him a lesson and earn his respect or at least put some fear in him. I am going to break him just as I broke you… but whereas I taught you to surrender your body to me, I will teach him to surrender his business, his money and his future to me.”
That put a smile on my face.
I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on his lips. “Thank you so much, daddy. I really appreciate it. I don’t know what I would’ve done if he’d gotten to me.”
Giovanni Ricci gave me a soft hug and then made me a promise. “We’re going to stay here for the night. I want to let you rest and recover. The only job you have right now is to get your strength back from the beating I gave you and to use your talented little mouth and tongue to suck on me all night. In the morning we’re going to drive back and I am going to destroy that little shithead.”
I loved that idea. My mind went blank and I shut my eyes to finally get some rest.
***
I woke up several times during the ride back home but daddy was a little too busy to pay attention to me. I just kept my eyes closed and listened in on him making his plans on the phone. I didn’t know who he was talking to but it must have been some of his gangster soldiers.
“No, don’t go there right now,” he told whoever it was on the line. “Meet me at my place first. We’ll plan this out before striking because I want to do this myself. I don’t want someone else to look at that idiot’s face before he breaks. I want it to be me. I want him to know it was I he angered and that it is I that will rain down fury upon him.”
Daddy was on a path of vendetta against David. It made me a little worried but deep inside I really wanted that piece of shit to get what was coming for him. If they were going to kill him or something they better make it slow and painful because David was an asshole to every girl he met in that store. He deserved to burn in hell.
Now I knew daddy was the devil and he was going to make my dreams come true. David was going to pay for what he’d done.
Chapter Seventeen
Daddy didn’t drive me to my apartment. Instead, he drove me over to his manor and Richard got to work to get me some new clothes and some food. As I sat at the long dining table in the dining hall, Richard was fixing me up for a new job. I didn’t know what it was but I did hear daddy instruct him about fixing up something for me.
I finally got dressed in daddy’s room, settling for short shorts and a big, off-shoulder shirt. I let my hair flow behind me instead of tying it in a ponytail and put on a pair of pink and white sandals.
When I walked out into the main living room – there were three living rooms, if I wasn’t mistaken – and there I saw daddy sitting around the coffee table with three other men. All of them looked at least as old as he was. One of them looked a little older and was quite fat.
“You know it’s been a long while since you got your hands dirty,” the fat one said. “I don’t want to be so pessimistic or anything, boss, but I just want to point out that it’s been a while.”
“Antonio’s right, boss,” said one of the other men, a guy with a high-and-tight military haircut and a thick moustache. He was pretty tall and lean. “Let us do it, boss.”
Daddy shook his head and looked at all three. “You three… you have always been there for me ever since we were young. This empire of ours wouldn’t exist if you were not there to be my muscle, my heart and my mind when I had none. However, this time I must do this myself. Someone tried to harm something that is precious to me and I will not let that slide. There are rumors in the streets that I have gotten old and weak. I will prove that I am still the vicious wolf of yesterday and that I have only gotten more powerful with age.”
All three then turned around as I walked into the living room. He greeted me with a smile and then hugged me as he sat me on his lap.
“Hello baby,” he greeted. He then pointed to the three, “Let me introduce you to Antonio, Lorenzo and Luca. Antonio here is my underboss; he will take over my business and the ‘family’ until I have a son who is willing to take up the responsibility for himself. Lorenzo and Luca are my caporegime. They are the generals of my army.”
He then hugged me tighter and introduced me to the three. “This, my friends, is Lily Hunter. She is my beloved. She is mine. You treat her like a Capo di tutti Capi as well. She commands the same amount of respect as I do, you all understand?”
All three nodded. Antonio reached for my hand and gave it a kiss. “Godmother.”
This is the first time I ever got to see daddy doing “business” and talking to his men. It was like a whole new world for me. I never got to see how the mob worked and here I was with the most powerful men this side of the planet. To say it was nerve-wracking would be an understatement.
“For one so lovely, I now understand why the boss is so angry,” Antonio then said. He looked at me then looked at daddy before he continued. “I now consent, boss. I understand. Madame Lily is not just some girl for a one-night stand or for… play sessions… no, she is a woman that has earned not only your desire but your respect. Thus, she has earned our respect as well. This David will get what is coming to him for the way he mistreated her.”
Luca agreed to this. He turned to daddy and said, “Do not worry, boss, we will be there with you. Anyone who tries to come in our way we will shoot them in the head with a shotgun. You will have your space to deal with this David as you see fit.”
I couldn’t believe they were planning all of this right in front of me. They were plotting how to get back at David! To make it even more intriguing, daddy was going to do it himself. He’s the goddamn mob boss, he probably had like a hundred or more hit men to do it but he was choosing to get his hands dirty… all for me. I couldn’t help but feel special.
***
It was already late in the afternoon when we got started. Daddy and eight of his men, including the three he introduced to me, got into several black vans and armed themselves with machine guns and pistols. I wanted to go with them but daddy didn’t let me. He told me to just sit at home and let Richard watch over me. I could still get a view of the events on the television; he was sure the media would cover the event as soon as it began.
Within a few more minutes they left and I was all alone to ponder on whether this was all worth it. Maybe I should have kept quiet about David but then again it would haunt me for the rest of my life.
“Madame, would you like a cup of coffee or some soft drinks?” Richard came asking as he entered the main living room. I was seated on the long couch, watching the news and waiting for an update.
“Huh? Oh, yes, some coffee would be nice,” I answered. I gave him a smile and he walked away into the kitchen. I could hear him working
on the espresso machine but my attention diverted back to the television. I flipped through the channels until I found one that was playing the classic Dracula movie for Halloween, since they had news updates every thirty minutes.
It didn’t take long for daddy’s “adventure” to get reported by the media.
“This just in,” said the male reporter. He looked very young, maybe just five or so years older than I was, and had neatly trimmed hair and a blue suit. “A group of armed men have stormed into the South Alton Mall and have attacked one of the establishments. According to our correspondents at the scene, this group allowed everyone but their specific target to evacuate.”
Daddy let everyone else go? That was good… it meant Stephanie was at least safe unless she already decided to quit as well. She did say she was going to quit.
“There are rumors that Giovanni Ricci, godfather of the Ricci crime family, is behind the attack and may even be there himself,” the reporter continued on as he listened to more information being fed to him through an earpiece. “This may even explain why the police have not yet responded to the incident.”
The police haven’t intervened yet? Was the chief of police also in daddy’s pocket? I know the local senator and the congresswoman are both under his influence but the police as well? My respect for my daddy grew even more. He had worked hard and for many years to achieve this level of power and it made me question why Matt wouldn’t want to get involved. Had he looked at himself as such a clean, pure, high and mighty person?
Another thirty minutes passed but there were no updates. The only new piece of information was that the police have stated they do not interfere with the Ricci family and then the congresswoman came on to say she supports daddy’s “vigilantism against those who do us harm.” It appeared as if the media was painting daddy’s vendetta against David as some kind of heroic act instead of a crime.
It was already late at night when I got the last bit of information that I wanted to hear and to be honest, it was a little shocking. The reporter stated that David was not dead but had been “shot multiple times across his arms and legs” by the armed invaders.