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CHAPTER NINETY
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Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER ONE
As she slowly and methodically freed both of her large, bouncy breasts from their titslingers, Coochie could feel a seismic shift in the atmosphere. The hall went stone silent, the cheering and jeering that had filled the room when she came on stage ceased, one could hear the sound of a pin drop and it gave everyone in the room one singular emotion: Anticipation. They could all tell that the show was about to begin.The music hit, the lights came on, and Coochie got to work.She gently stroked both of her huge jugs for a while, with her eyes closed and her teeth giving her underlip a gentle nibble. She pushed her chest forward, making constant snake-like movements, and made sure to balance her weight on her toes, as against standing on her heels. It performed more life, as it appealed more to the eyes that she was there to satisfy. Every detail mattered, no matter how little it seemed.When she erotically ripped off the pasties from the dark and succulent nipples of her breasts, maki
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER TWO
"Oh, God! Andrej!!! Andrej!! Oh, my fuckin God!!"These were the screams coming from the office of the general manager of Tequila.Managers in every establishment were always interested and invested in the smooth running of the day to day activities at the organizations where they worked, but, not Andrej Mitroviç, who was the manager of Tequila. He was more concerned with embezzling funds, living large on company money and, just like tonight, having all kinds of pussy in his office.At present, he had a woman bent over against his work table which overlooked the CCTV cameras that helped him keep tabs on everything that went on in and around the building. His shirt was on, with his pants and boxer shorts down, but the woman was stark naked, with her clothes scattered all over the office floor."God, Andrej!! You're gonna split me in two!!"The woman he was with, Mindi, was a fairly curvy blonde who also worked as a stripper at the club, and was like a side chick of his, who he had when
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER THREE
Andrej was sitting in his chair, a gun to his head, his heart racing, and his lips muttering fainthearted prayers, which he knew wouldn't save him because Don Fabrizio wasn't there that night to fool around."How long has it been since you got the product delivered to you, Andrej?""Two… two. Two months, Don..""Mm.. Two months. And, have you sold off the coke?""Y..yes. Yes, Don..""Oh? So, why have I not gotten my money, Andrej?""Don, please. I..""..Answer the fucking question, Andrej, why have I not gotten my money?"".. I. The club ran into some financial problems.."Don Fabrizio forcefully struck Andrej's head with the gun repeatedly before resuming his interrogation."Lies! I know you don't own the place, and, if you have any problems, you always call Aleksandr, who's the fuckin owner, to fix shit. Now, I ask again. Why have I not gotten my money?"Now nearly unconscious and bleeding, Andrej knew that one more lie could get him killed. He had to spill."I… I tried to triple th
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER FOUR
Coochie quickly regretted her decision to draw the men towards her. They were now getting too lustful, and not content with just sucking on her finger. Now, they were trying to kiss her, trying to reach for and grab her boobs and even trying to drag her off the platform. Some were now waving their dicks in her face, with others attempting to scale the platform and come up to her. The message was clear: They wanted to fuck her. But, she had no such intentions. She was here to dance for them, not fuck them. Any of them. And so, she decided to call it a night. Pulling herself away from their tight grips, she stood straight and hurried off the stage.Backstage, in the changing rooms, Mindi sat, still very disgusted at herself for allowing Andrej to use her whenever and however, simply because he knew she needed the money. She was dressed now, in a sleeveless top, jean shorts, and sneakers. She was sitting here when Coochie came into the room, waved briefly at her, and hurriedly began ge
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER FIVE
Ruby had taken a seat, pondered for a moment, and then straightened up on Snyder's rickety couch to brace herself and prepare to receive the news."Alright then.. Spill it, Snyder", she said finally, after going through her anticipation ritual.Another deep breath from Snyder."Okay, so. The bad news is. I didn't see any drug play or sales going down. So, I got nothing.."Ruby had a look on her face that said, 'What could be worse?' "And…?"Snyder shut his eyes. "Promise you won't laugh.."Ruby's face was already forming a subtle smile. "Wait. Is this worse news or funny news? Cus, I'm not sure why I have to promise not to laugh.."".. Just promise, Ruby.." Snyder still had his eyes closed.Already chuckling, Ruby said, "Okay, Snyder. I promise..""Okay. So, the other news is… The stripper who performed last night, her name was Coochie, I think. She was really good.. And.. Towards the end of her performance, she.. she stuck her hand in her pussy and asked anyone who wanted a taste to
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER SIX
The secret destination that Mercedes had just arrived at was a house on the outskirts of the city of Los Angeles, and what she had stashed away in this house was her little sister, Daniella, whose birthday was today. Daniella and Mercedes had been born to the same parents, with Mercedes being the older one, due to being born 14 years earlier. They had both had to witness the abject poverty in their family which had led to their father taking a loan from Aleksandr Matiç, the same loan which their father had been unable to repay, and which had subsequently forced them into to a life of servitude, dependence and oppression by the ruthless Serbian. Mercedes, however, had hidden Daniella from Aleksandr's knowledge and radar, going to extreme lengths such as, locking her away from the world in a room which she was prohibited from leaving, not letting her even go to school, to prevent her being kidnapped, paying the room's rent through snaky means because Aleksandr kept eyes on her finance
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER SEVEN
The knocking on the door continued, and sure enough, the tension rose accordingly and sporadically."Stay.. Here.."It was a simple, two word instruction from Mercedes to Daniella that didn't need any reiteration or explanation. She had wrapped her right palm over the mouth of the whimpering 14 year old, in an attempt to stifle the sound of her cries and prevent them from reaching the ears of whoever was at the door.Daniella nodded, to indicate that she fully understood the words that were being said to her, and when Mercedes was certain that her message had been efficiently passed across, she freed Daniella's mouth, left the room - locking it firmly behind her - grabbing a nearby baseball bat that had been kept for situations like this one, and then, she stealthily moved towards the door.Whoever was on the other side of the door was probably an intruder who had trailed her all the way here. Could it be the men from the Accord? She'd believed she had lost them, but what if they had
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTERS EIGHT
40… 60... 80... 100. No, these were not the first, few attempts of a child or reminiscent adult at recapping all the multiples of 20; they were the sporadically rising miles per hour readings of the grey 1967 Maserati Ghibli, being driven by Giovanni Colpani, which was speeding down the road on a highway at a far end of the city, the part of town that 'belonged to' and was run by the Italian crime organization known as the Uomini Marrone. Gio, as he was fondly called, the only child of Don Fabrizio Colpani, underboss of the Uomini Marrone and undisputable heir to the mob crew, who was reputed to be the best marksman in the family, wasn't currently speeding because he was accelerator happy or simply a reckless driver, but because, lately, he had begun to get increasingly frustrated with his father, Don Fabrizio Colpani, and his various administrative choices, which seemed to be tilted only towards the goal of satisfying the Don's personal gratifications, neglecting the bigger picture
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