At the moment the little girl’s tummy rumbled so loudly there could be no doubt about her hunger and she blushed then giggled and suddenly she was a child again and it was so endearing he laughed to.
‘Dai, tesoro, ti diamo da mangiare.’ [Come on Sweetheart lets feed you.]
He carried her to their canteen and picked up a large hot dog and fries then watched her devour them hungrily barely coming up for air,
‘Caro Dio, povero piccolo mio, stai morendo di fame.’ [Dear God, you poor little thing, you’re starving.]
He went back to the counter and purchased two large cookies for her and was rewarded when her pretty little face broke into a huge grin,
‘Sono per me?’ [Are they for me?]
Carefully placing the glass of milk she had been drinking back on the table,
‘Sì, mia piccola principessa, ho pensato che, dato che hai due mani, potrebbe piacerti un biscotto per ciascuna di esse.’ [Yes my little Princess, I figured that as you have two hands you might like a cookie for each of the them]
He told her keeping his face straight and her squeak of laughter melted all their male hearts as he carried her back to his desk and sat her on his knee chatting to her while he worked and when he was called out onto patrol he passed her over to the next Officer. They all petted and pampered her, buying her food from the canteen or playing silly games, one of them had a pack of cards and she spent a couple of hours learning card games and another taught her how to play noughts and crosses. Many of them had children of a similar age to the little girl and as the night wore on she ended up curled up fast asleep in the arms her original Officer who had returned from his patrol. One thing they all did was snub the two female Officers who had been so cruel to her, normally their night shifts consisted of plenty of flirting and good humoured banter with the men. Their unreasonable cruelty toward the little girl left them isolated and ignored, instead of the usual banter they were met with disgusted stares and cold shoulders while the men poured all their affection on to the pretty child. They were jealous and resentful as they had given themselves to the male Officers freely revelling in the attention they received, happy to do whatever the men wanted. Of course the men had taken advantage and on the night shifts like this one the women would be bent over the desks and used by the men or forced onto their knees to pleasure them during meetings. They did not enjoy being ignored and they plotted between them waiting for their moment and it came at dawn just before they changed shifts the men had all been called out to a disturbance outside a night club and the little girl had been left wrapped in a blanket fast asleep on one of the large comfy chairs they used at their desks. In a fit of jealous pique the two female Officers scooped her up and took the child to the local orphanage run by the Catholic Church leaving her there with the Nuns without a second thought.
In the old days in Italy and Sicily, the Mafia women were very much second class citizens and deemed unimportant to the Police, so a girl child, especially one so young, was completely ignored. As it was, the female Police Officers had been teased and subjected to many sexist remarks fromt their male counterparts but there was no one they could report it to. When they had first applied to join the Sicilian Police Force they had been laughed at telling them it was not a job for women and they should go home and look after their men. They were not as enlightened as most of the Western World’s Forces, sexism was rife but they was determined so they had combined their forces. This sexist treatment of both of them was the last straw though, they had put up with so much and kept their heads down but the way the Commander had dumped the child on one of them without even contemplating any of their male counterparts hurt. His throw away comment that everyone had heard was the nail in the coffin.
‘This is exactly what you females are needed for in my Force, can’t expect my men to know what to do with a small child. Here you are, it is what women are born for now do your job.’
The men had snickered at the blatantly sexist comment and the women had felt totally humiliated, the one who had taken the child used her as a shield to avoid the acid comments and with a nod to her friend she had left the station to head for the Orphanage. The Mother Superior, had accepted the child without question, she understood the Officers anger at the way they had been treated. She saw first hand the sexist attitude of the male Officers and she had seen how they had treated the two women, more than once she had walked into their office and caught them performing sex acts over their desks. The women had not apologised nor had they told the men to stop in fact, quite the opposite, they had encouraged the men to continue moaning louder. The Mother Superior had tried talking to the female Officers but they had soon made her see they had no choice, if they refuse any of the men they were reported to their Commander on trumped up charges backed by all their make colleagues. Both women had been reprimanded for minor misdemeanour's thanks to their male colleagues lies and as a punishment from those same men they had been forced to perform degrading sex acts. Being forced to look after the little girl because it was ‘all they were fit for’ had been the last straw and when the female Officer had returned the two of them had written up a report stating clearly where they had left the little girl. Then they had written their letters of resignation. Both had bullet pointed every single sexist problem they had faced in explicit detail with dates, times and witnesses, even detailing how they had been cajoled into having sex with two or three of them at a time.
When they had finished they printed off half a dozen copies, then emailed it to their direct Superior, the Commandant, as well as the President of Sicily, the Sicilian Media and then the icing on the cake they had sent it to the British and American Media explaining who they were and why they were sending it to them exposing the misogynistic attitudes of their Bosses. After handing over the paper copies to their Boss thy had picked up their bags and left with their heads held high. Needless to say the storm of protests that followed kept the Sicilian Police Force embroiled in ‘Equality’ litigation for years much to the delight of the Mafia unfortunately for the two women it backfired spectacularly as no one else would employ them, they were blacklisted as troublemakers and whistle-blowers. Their fate was sealed when the Commander had a word with his good friend the local Mafia Don and the two women disappeared over night as the Mafia could always use fit healthy young women. They were
Alcina’s Aunt, her Mothers much older Sister arrived from Scotland three months later, the Italian Authorities had only just remembered the little girl had been left in their care. The Coroner had finally released her Fathers body for burial and when they discovered her Father had no living relatives they had hastily searched through their records to find her dead Mothers next of kin . When they contacted her Aunt they had told her she must come and collect the child, little Alcina had a British passport and dual Nationality and as far as the Sicilian Government was concerned she was her Scottish family’s problem not theirs. They were afraid of the powerful Mafia Dons, and they wanted this pretty little problem removed from their island as soon as possible.Lady Annabella Truro was quite a lot older than her little sister Maria, twenty five years older to be precise. Everyone had been shocked when their Mother had produced a baby girl at the age of 50, they had all thought she was me
She would wink saucily at him knowing it would arouse him and she was always right within minutes he would jump up from his seat throw her over his shoulder and race away to the nearest private room so he could enjoy her body with wild rampant sex. Maria never turned him down, her sex drive was as high as his and she matched him in every way, demanding he took her harder, faster, deeper loudly screaming his name as he brought her to orgasm repeatedly. The other Dons coveted Carlos's mad young wife, they openly tried to charm her away from him, but only succeeded in angering their wives and mistresses by comparing them to her. Of course, it only alienated her from the other women, they openly criticised her and called her a whore for adoring her husband and enticing their men even though she had done nothing wrong. She was happy with Carlos and it did not bother her what the other women thought of her, they had four years of blissful happiness and fun until she got pregnant. It shocked
She soon realised he enjoyed punishing her, he never hurt her deliberately, and everything was consensus, Maria found she wanted him to dominate her like that. They both adored their tiny, beautiful daughter, a real Daddy’s girl lighting up whenever he returned to their house and holding out her hands to be lifted by her Papa. He would swing her into the air and make her scream with laughter, she was afraid of nothing knowing she was safe in her Papa’s arms, neither of them was prepared for Maria’s death or the decision by her Father to cut all contact with her English family afterwards. Carlos should have explained it was to protect them but all his concern was centred on his now Motherless tiny daughter. Maria was kidnapped by a rival Don when Alcina was three years old, Don Pelligrenni had coveted her since the day he had been introduced nearly a decade before. His lust for the pretty English girl had led him to bide his time and plan his actions, no one suspected he carried such c
What they told him made his blood run cold, the other Don had taken her for one reason, sex, he had lusted after her for so long he had snapped and no amount of reasoning would stop him, he had to have Maria.Maria had changed into her short silver sparkly Vera Wang mini dress, it was one of Carlos’ favourites and she wanted to please him as he had sent for her to join him at his nightclub. She hadn’t stopped to think how strange this request was or that it had been from one of his men, Carlos never sent messages through his men. Instead, she had been so excited at the thought of a night in the club with him that she had ignored all the red flags, he never called her on their land-line, got one of his men to call her, or went to a club after a meeting and finally he would never have sent a strange car to collect her when he had a fleet of his own to choose from. Maria had stupidly ignored all those signs and rushed out of the villa where a strange man held the car door open for her, s
‘Molto meglio, ora accendiamoli e continuiamo la tua punizione.’ [Much better, now let’s turn them on and continue your punishment.]Maria could not stop herself as he used a riding crop on her he turned the vibrator and the stimulator onto their highest settings and she orgasmed so fast it took her breath away, panting heavily she came down to feel the pain from the bite of the crop before she began to climb again.There was nothing she could do as she began to drown in a cycle of pleasure and pain tears streamed down her face as she begged him to stop her body wrung out and everything blurring into a red-hot agony beyond anything she could bear. Pellegrini was a Master of his art and knew exactly when to stop freeing her from the bench and placing her into a warm bath, he washed her gently watching closely as her shivering stopped and her breathing slowed. He carried her back into his room and felt her tense immediately,‘Oh sì, piccola Sub, sono ancora lontano dall'aver finito con
He grinned and walked over to a small chest of drawers opening the top one he pulled out a handful of leather dog collars and worked his way through them until he found what he wanted, a plain thick black leather one with three gold loops attached. He placed it around her neck tightening it until she had to lift her head and look at him.‘Va meglio, ora mettiti in ginocchio.’ [That’s better, now get on your knees.] Maria did as she was told she knew there was no point in fighting him and she was exhausted, he picked up her damp hair and to her surprise, he braided it and placed an elastic band over the edge.‘Bene, non posso nasconderti dietro quella criniera ora, vero?’ [Good, can’t have you hiding behind that mane now can I?]Then he gripped it tightly forcing her head back he growled‘Ora mi fai piacere. ‘ [Now you please me.]He commanded forcing her mouth open and thrusting his hard cock into her throat making her choke as he took his pleasure and almost killing her when he ramme
She managed to push him into the fire and raise the brand above her head as if to stab him and his guards reacted exactly how she had hoped. The sound of the guns going off seemed to be far away and she felt nothing as the bullets slammed into her naked body, and she crumpled to the floor dead before she hit the ground. Maria had got her final wish, she had escaped from hell and Pelligrenni was furious with his men, even though he sustained substantial burns to his hands and face he yelled at them for killing her. In the end, though he showed her one last act of kindness, he made the arrangements to send her body back to Carlos and she was buried with all the love and tears the death of a young Mother murdered two days before her thirtieth birthday should have.Pelligrenni should have realised that sending her back would not be the end and that Carlos would make him pay dearly, he traced the place Maria had been sent back to him from and then he came for the other Don. The isolated