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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
Last Updated : 2024-02-20Enslaved 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
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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
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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
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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
Last Updated : 2024-02-20Enslaved 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
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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
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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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Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER NINETY
“Have you ever, at any time at all, and I mean any quantity at all, been involved in the sale of drugs to clients at the club?” “No, I haven't.” “Have you ever seen drug sales going down at the club?” “No, I have not..” “Have you ever been asked to transport drugs from any location to the other by the club management?” “No, I have not..” “Have you ever hidden any drugs in your underwear or-” “What kind of stupid question is that?” Mercedes had been taken from the airport, along with Ruby and Gabi, down to a local police station where she was being questioned by Freddy, the lackadaisical, lazy, and disinterested agent. She was distressed, and it seemed her baby could also feel her tension because he hadn't stopped crying since. She was trying to pat his back and calm him down while answering the questions she'd been asked when she'd gotten sick of it. “Listen, ma'am, I'm just doing my job.. I have to ask questions, even the uncomfortable ones, because you are a major
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE
***LOS ANGELES, USA***“1..2..3.. Now!”The Los Angeles FBI, led by Mia and Riot, had surrounded Tequila for three long hours, watching the going-ins and coming-outs, working with the intel they had gotten from Frank, the insider snitch, and confirming the things he said. Today was supposed to be the meeting of the top distributors in the cartel, which Frank had said would be where they'd discuss the way forward for their organization.This, Frank had said, was the best time to bust them, because there was going to be too much evidence to nab them with illegal gun possession, cocaine possession, prison escapees, etc. Now, at exactly 8 am, Riot had sounded a call on her walkie-talkie to signal that they were to move in at that exact time, and all the agents had come out from their various places of hiding and disguise all over the surroundings of the strip club, with their guns drawn, and we're charging towards all the entrances to the club.Leading them were Riot and Mia, the ones wh
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
“Gabi, can you stop acting like a girl and be a man, for God's sake?”“Hey, I'm doing this for you, quit acting like you won't wince if I went any harder,” came the response.Ruby was sitting before Gabi as he tried to clean up her face which had been messed up by her fight with Les Latinas De La Muerte at the hospital, and her face was so fucked up that it scared Gabi to Ben touch it, even with the tissue, for fear that he would hurt her or further damage her. This fear had made him keep dabbing softly and inefficiently at her face instead of wiping the blood away, and Ruby had tolerated him enough.Mercedes, sitting in the same room as them, breastfeeding Junior, looked on and smiled at them, shaking her head.She'd gotten her joy back due to two major things; one, the birth of Junior, her long-awaited bundle of joy, and two, the promise her aunt, Aylla Pedro, had made to her when he said she would try to help Gio gain his freedom again.And so, feeling good again, she was able to c
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN
***LOS ANGELES, USA***“Sign here, Frank..”Riot and Mia had pulled the necessary strings to get the documents that would exempt Frank Gallas from any investigations into Tequila when the people involved in the drug cartel were being arrested and rounded up.They had brought him to their office and he was now seated in an interrogation room which had a long table and a few chairs.They wanted to wrap up this case as soon as possible, nipping it in the bud before it would drag into weeks, months, and possibly, years... They had been briefed on how it had started as child's play under the original handlers, and how it had spiraled and developed into a dangerous, 'playing with fire’ situation because the previous handlers had failed to grab the situation by the scruff of the neck. It had resulted in deaths and many other eventualities which could have been avoided. And so, Mia and Riot were keen on avoiding the mistakes of their predecessors.“Well, hold on, I need to peruse the document
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX
Upstairs at the hospital, there was chaos and fear; no one could leave, either with the elevators or the staircase, because the gunfire they'd been hearing had been going on downstairs and by the gate, in the same area where they were supposed to escape from. The gunfire had gone on for about thirty minutes and even when it ceased, they didn't dare to even attempt to step out.The only thing they could do was panic.The nurses and doctors who would normally be the ones telling patients to 'calm down’ were now the ones who were near tears. Everyone was now following their religious inclinations; the Pentecostals were praying to God/Jesus, the Catholics were praying to Mary, the Muslims were beseeching Allah, and the traditionalists were shedding tears of hopelessness to their gods.Gabi was probably the most panicky of the entire bunch, and not just because he had learned that Mercedes had given birth, but because he wasn't built for such high-pressure situations. He was sweaty and unc
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE
***LOS ANGELES, USA***Mia Compton and Riot Langston were seated in Riot's Ford truck with the fellow who had accosted them at the coffee shop and listening to what he had to say.Mia was in the backseat, while Riot, who sat in the driver's seat, kept her full stare on the man in the front passenger seat as he spoke:“My name is Frank Gallas... I worked at Tequila for many years as one of their major distributors-”“Tequila doesn't deal in wholesaling drinks, so what the fuck are you talking about, 'major distributor’?” Mia impatiently cut in, not trusting this fellow one bit.As she said this, Riot touched her hand gently, as though to say 'Calm Down’. This singular action sent shivers down Mia's spine and made her obediently seal her lips. Riot had gained such a heavy influence over her in such a short period that even she couldn't explain or justify it.“When I say I was a distributor, ma'am,” Frank continued with a half smile on his face, “I didn't mean of drinks... I mean of drug
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR
“Where is she, you traitorous bastard?”The stony silence from Gio further incensed Don Fabrizio and caused him to nod his head towards the man with the whip, and this enforcer duly thrashed down on Gio's back with the nail-embedded whip.“Arrghhhhhh!!!”The screams from Gio's lips filled the room as he felt his flesh being ripped into by the nails and thumbtacks that had been strategically fitted into the whip to make each stroke ten times as painful as it would have been with an ordinary whip.He was chained, his two hands high above his head, and his legs just above the ground, making it very difficult for him to breathe and increase the pain because his frame was overstretched.He had been whipped well over a hundred times, and his bloodied back was a testament to this.This torture had gone on for the past three hours, and it had continued because Gio had refused to disclose Mercedes’ location.“Why do you punish yourself so much, boy? This is a woman that means nothing to you! S
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE
After Gio had willingly sacrificed his freedom for those of Mercedes, Gabi, and Ruby, to say that Mercedes was grieving for him was a massive understatement.She hadn't stopped crying for the past three days; not even for a minute. She'd wept to a point where there were no more tears to cry, and all she was doing was whimpering; she'd cried her eyes out, nearly literally. She'd rejected food, no matter how light or heavy, and she had sat in a corner of Ruby's house, unmoved. Whatever food was brought to her would remain untouched until Ruby or Gabi would have to come and take it away before insects surrounded it.Her hair was a shabby mess, her clothes were drenched with sweat, her face was swollen by the excessive tears, and she had lost a little weight. She hadn't spoken a word to either Gabi or Ruby since then.This had taken a massive toll on Gabi and Ruby, as they couldn't sleep for long or even enjoy any peace while having to hear Mercedes crying all day and all night.Currentl
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
The following morning, Omari, Snyder, Paz, and Selena were at the scene on the road where the clash had happened, and they couldn't believe their eyes.“So.. Hold on, let me get this straight... On one side, one side of the car, there's a lot of blood, broken glass, spent bullets, blah blah... And then, on the other side... There's not even a shard of glass... How the fuck es something like that even happen?”Paz was confused and trying to get answers from her compatriots, even though none of them had any for her.“It makes little sense, and there are no CCTV cameras around like at the restaurant... And even if there were, looking at the lighting system and pattern of this area, it would surely have been too dark to make out any faces or sense of the images we would have seen,” Selena added.“So.. What have we been able to get from the car?” Omari asked, determined to get something, at least, from, the entire outing.“Well... There's a wallet in the car... Probably belongs to whoever
