Mafia Daughter

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This is a story I had written sometime ago with the help of an editor named Jennifer Campbell. It has been placed on Literotica, BDSM library under different names, but it is my story.

Mafia Daughter

By Deviant

Donna Gionese was a privileged girl; the only child of Mario Gionese, a powerful crime lord whose business acumen had amassed a sizeable fortune. Looking as stunning as a fashion model with long, fawn hair coupled with piercing doe-like gray eyes, Donna had rarely given a thought about her father’s business which employed heavy handed tactics and brutality to get his way.

Twenty four years old and educated at the best schools, Donna lived the kind of life the any daughter of a rich father would live. The finest things were available to her, but this life of wealth and luxury could ultimately not shield her from the violence of her father’s chosen profession.

It was a dark day for both Donna and her father when a rogue cop spotted Mario coming out of a theatre and opened fire on his limo. Meant for the crime boss, the cop’s bullet instead found Donna’s mother and she was pronounced dead at the scene. For weeks after the luxurious Gionese estate become a dark and brooding palace of grief where Donna had withdrawn into a world of darkness seeking comfort in a shrine she built to her dead mother where burning candles and her tears mixed almost hourly. Slowly Donna’s once warm and laughing persona changed to a resolute coldness as one thing dominated her mind. She needed revenge against the man who’d torn her fragile world apart.

Unbeknownst to Donna, Mario was rallying his Mafia family to take his own revenge. As Donna suffered in the burning crucible of grief, her father’s men scoured the area for the cop that had taken his wife’s life, but so far their efforts had been in vain. Mario assumed the cop had fled the city and was living elsewhere under an assumed name.
It wasn’t until a rainy Saturday night when Mario got a phone call from one of his thugs when the wheels began to turn. Quickly he headed to a small house on the outskirts of the city when his men had secured a serious lead. When he arrived, the crime boss assessed the situation as his men had captured not the shooter, but his direct superior in the police department.

Mario turned to the captured cop and his wife, both naked and bound, he in a chair and she on the bed. “Listen, we aren’t after you. You can save yourself and your pretty wife a lot of grief if you give up where this asshole is.” Mario was angry and he clutched a gun inside his jacket pocket, but he knew better than to simply kill this cop.

A moment of silence signaled the obvious fact the cop was intending to stoically remain silent to protect his brother in blue.

“Oh, a tough guy, well we deal with tough guys all the time. Jake how about you show Mr. Tough Guy what his slut wife can expect if he remains silent.” Mario growled, but Jake, one of his youngest men, smiled menacingly at the naked bound woman as he stepped forward. Doffing his jacket and shirt, Jake climbed onto the bed and began groping the cop’s helpless wife, touching her all over with no regard for her moans of resistance through her gag.

The cop squirmed helplessly against the ropes that bound him as he watched Jake feel up his wife. Mario gave him another chance. “She’s only at the drive in going to second base with Jake now, but I imagine Jake wants more of her, right Jake?”

Jake nodded and slipped off his pants to reveal his semi-erect penis which he began rubbing against the wife’s body. As his organ hardened he commented to his boss. “She’s hot for it, boss, we could all do her.”

The cop looked at Mario in horror. “No, you wouldn’t, she’s done nothing.” His eyes pleaded with a man who had little or no mercy inside him.

“Wrong place, wrong time. Too bad for her, but Jake may be right. She might be hot for him. Go ahead and take her, Jake, and the rest of you get ready for sloppy seconds.” The other three thugs in the bedroom dropped their pants quickly and began stroking themselves as they watched Jake roll the captive bitch over and grab her long black hair. Jake took her savagely from behind controlling her head as she screamed through the muffling gag.

Seeing his wife being fucked like an animal was more than the cop could take. “Alright, please stop, his name is Todd Marlowe and he’s staying at his kid’s apartment in Bellwood.

Mario looked at Jake. “Is she tight?”
Jake’s breathy reply came quickly. “Best hole I’ve fucked in a while boss.”

“Okay, then finish her, but come on her pretty face and we’ll have tough guy lick it off.” Mario laughed and turned to the cop.

“I’m gonna make you do it just so you remember not to fuck with the Gionese Family, jerk. Now I want an address for this asshole if you don’t want wifey to take them all.” Mario got all he wanted and by the next day his men had discovered the address was actually the apartment of Todd’s 19-year-old daughter Amy
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Back at his estate, Mario contemplated the situation trying to decide the best way to get this murdering cop and the two daughters kept coming up in his head. He felt sure Donna would also want revenge for her mother’s tragic death and to include the innocent Amy seemed to be fair play to his warped Mafioso mind. To include Donna also made sense because the cops would be watching him, but not her. If his daughter really wanted revenge, she would be the perfect instrument to achieve it.

Getting Donna’s help

“Sit down, I have something to discuss with you. We’ve found the guy who killed your mother.” As Mario sat in his office behind his large mahogany desk, he tried to sound like he wasn’t eager, but it was hard to do.

Donna’s ears perked up at the words as she almost unconsciously sat down in a leather chair facing her father. “Who is he? You are going to get him, right, Daddy?”

“Well, that depends on you. You see I was thinking you wanted revenge too. Is that true, sweetie?” Mario had always spoiled his daughter having had no sons, but only recently had he considered allowing her to take any part in the family business when he passed on. This would certainly be a huge test of whether she had the stomach for it.
Donna sat up in her chair, wondering how her father knew the feelings she’d been having. “Ahhh, yah, I do want to do something, Daddy.” Donna then wondered exactly what her father had in mind.

“Do you need me?” If so, this would be a new feeling for Donna Gionese, having her strong father need her.

“Well, there are things you can do, easier than I can.” Mario admitted.

Donna wondered what those things might be, but more than that she was beginning to feel flattered her father needed her. “You always told me you didn’t want me involved in your business. It was man’s work, you said and you’d take care of things.”

Mario knew these were his words coming back to him from his beautiful daughter, but he too was beginning to see her in a new light. “I know damn well what I told you, but this is different. The cops have all our other locations bugged and they’re watching me like hawks. If I grab up this guy, I’m going down.” Mario was fairly certain this was the truth despite his dislike of the situation.
“But on the other hand, no one is looking at you and this guy has a teenaged daughter. If you’re willing I could get you two soldiers, trusted guys who aren’t from around here, and they could grab up this girl and bring her to you in a secret location. Then things would get serious, mafia style serious, Donna, if you understand what I mean. I’m not gonna say more right now, because I’ve shielded you from that sort of stuff, but if you say you’re onboard I’ll continue.” Mario knew his daughter had never done these things before and she would have to process the situation.
Donna sat for a moment looking a bit pale.

Donna look made Mario unsure. “Oh, maybe this is a bad idea. Don’t worry, Princess, I’ll take care of it.” Mario was sure he had overloaded his daughter perhaps frightening her.

“Don’t call me Princess, Daddy. You called me that when I was fucking seven years old. I get what you’re asking me, you want me to kidnap this girl and do things to her to make her father come to you, but I want something else.” Donna’s voice was fierce and loud surprising her father that his innocent daughter knew more than he expected she would.
“Okay, so you know, but you’ve never done it. Can you humiliate and torture a teenaged girl while filming the whole thing so her daddy can watch? I’ve gotten his email address, so we can send him digital video of what his daughter is going through. HD, maybe, so he can see all the sweet details. But it’s all on you, Donna, you have to be in charge.” Mario put it to his daughter knowing if she was ever going to head his family she had to respond, to show her balls so to speak.

Donna sat in uncertainty for a moment thinking about the consequences of what her father was asking. I’ll be committing a crime and changing my life forever. I won’t be able to go back, but isn’t this what I’ve always wanted to show Daddy I can be as strong as he is.

As her mind turned to this innocent girl she would kidnap and expose to terrible humiliations and tortures, she expected to feel bad, but it was not the case. Donna was excited, her pussy wet with the anticipation of breaking the bitch. She went so far as to think, wait, I may not want to release her after we have her father. I may want her to be my bitch forever, my slave. With a racing heart, Donna looked at her father and changed her life forever. “I want to do it, Daddy, and I can do it, but if I’m gonna take the risk I want a kill this bastard. I want make him scream and die and I’ll send you proof I did.” Donna’s voice was so certain of her desire Mario was more than a little surprised.

“Hell, he did wound you, didn’t he? Okay, you’ll get your shot and if you do well there will be more responsibilities. Impressed me and I won’t have to worry about which one of these soft-headed thugs is gonna take over this business I’ve built. I’ll have a worthy successor of my own blood.” Mario was testing the water, to see how Donna would react to future responsibilities.

For Donna it was a whole new world, a world she’d long ago dismissed as impossible for a girl to gain entry to. “Do you mean that, Daddy, I could be in charge of your business?” Her voice was breathless with the anticipation of what her father was asking. She’d never dreamed he could ever trust her this much.

“There is nothing I’d like more, if you’re willing and capable. I’ll admit to you you’re right, I’ve dismissed you as a girl because I wanted sons, but I’m not too proud to admit I may have been very wrong.” Inside Mario was feeling a new love for his daughter, but in his way his voice was somber and steady so as not to let her know the depth of his feeling.
Donna exploded out of her chair and nearly fell across the large desk to hug her father. “Thank you, Daddy, thank you so much. I won’t disappoint you.”
Mario basked in his daughter’s hug, but inside he wondered if he was taking something from her. Once she was a criminal like him, she would be trapped into the same lifestyle he was and he had envisioned more for her. However, Donna seemed anxious to have the lifestyle she saw him lead and Mario dismissed his misgivings and applied his attention to the plan. “Okay, I’ll contact your muscle and I’ll be sure let them know you’re in charge. It will be best for you to leave here soon and go to Bellwood. First step is to rent a secluded warehouse as a base of operations and you’ll probably want to live out of it temporarily. If you leave alone, the cops likely won’t even follow you, so I’ll have the muscle met you there once you let me know the address. Remember the park we used to walk in when you were a little girl, the one with the merry-go-round?”

Donna remembered, how could she forget the white horsey which was so much bigger than the rest and how she loved to ride him. “Yah, I remember.”
“Okay, write out a note with the address of the warehouse on it and tape it to the belly of that white horse which was your favorite than call here, but don’t speak when I answer the phone. That will be my signal to go there and pick up the note. This is all in case the cops get a bug in here. You never know, the bastards might and you have to think of these things when you’re the boss.” Mario nodded at Donna telling her she might have to be the wise and cagey leader someday.

“Okay, Daddy, I get it.” Donna’s mind was concentrating on her upcoming job and she was thinking of her best girlfriend, Ava, who was into bondage and the whole whips and chains scene. “Daddy, can I bring someone else with me?”
“Who, it could be dangerous.” Mario was immediately unsure. He didn’t initially like the idea.

“My girl, Ava, you know her. She’s been over here many times. Well, she’s into bondage as a lifestyle, knows all about tying people up and giving them pain. She’d be very helpful and I trust her like a sister.” Donna anxiously awaited her father’s answer.

Mario did indeed know Ava, a tall raven-haired beauty who had always seemed a bit sassy to him, but then he liked his women sassy, to a point. “You’re sure she’s safe. You trust her not to talk?”
“I’d trust her with my life, Daddy.” Donna insisted.

“If you have a friend like that, honey, hang on to her. Real friends are few and far between in this business. I know.” There was a tone of sadness in Mario’s voice.
“So it’s okay?” Donna asked with expectation.

“Yes, but you best be sure she knows the same thing the muscle understands. You’re in charge.” Mario tried to accentuate how important the last point was, but Donna leapt up and kissed him before she began to race upstairs to her bedroom.

From the stairway she hollered back to him. “I’m gonna call Ava, Daddy, and pack. This is so damn exciting.”
Mario liked his daughter’s enthusiasm, but he hoped her judgment would be equally evident as they proceeded. It was a good plan, but a dangerous one, especially for her.

Donna called Ava on her cell and the girls gabbed for nearly two hours about the situation. The thrill-seeking Ava couldn’t believe her fortune, but more than that she sensed Donna’s excitement. After the call, Donna tried to lie down to calm down but all she could see was images of the teenaged girl in her head and how she would dominate her, controlling her and making her do anything she wanted. Before long her fingers found her pussy and soon they were racing in and out of her slick vagina as her thumb rubbed her erect clit. God, this is gonna be so good, so fucking good.

Amy is captured

It all went as planned with Donna and Ava driving to Bellwood and renting a warehouse. The girls also used some of Mario’s money to buy a bed and some creature comforts so they could essentially live in the back office of the small warehouse. A trip to a local fetish store had Ava excited and she suggested so many punishment and restraint devices to Donna that the boss had to prioritize or end up spending every dime they had.

The message was also delivered to the belly of Donna’s favorite merry-go-round horsey and soon the muscle arrived. After letting Carlo and Johnny in, Donna sort of stared at Ava and Ava stared back at her friend with the same thoughts running through their heads. These guys were young and decent-looking, not the older men with beer bellies who made up most of Mario’s soldiers. As it turned out, Donna and Ava whispered to each other later, deciding which of their two soldiers up they wanted if it came to the point they really needed cock. Ava was set on the dark eyes of Carlo while Donna had a hard time keeping her eyes off the blue-eyed, dirty blonde Johnny.
Yet soon enough it was time to get started and the four of them found themselves in a black van idling in front of Amy’s apartment while the windshield wipers fought off a light rain. Amy was a creature of habit and she began every morning with a jog along a winding path through the dense woods of a park behind her apartment building. As Danna had planned, the innocent college freshman never noticed the van following her as she had no suspicions of the danger she was in.

As soon as she entered the park, Donna parked the van and Johnny and Carlo, wearing ski masks bounded out and captured Amy before she could react. Pulled into the side door by arms too powerful to fight, Donna’s victim never even got a scream off as Carlo clamped his hand quickly over her mouth. As soon as the side door shut, Donna sped off with a feeling of exhilaration coursing through her veins as Johnny duct-taped Amy mouth, wrists and ankles to render her helpless.

“Don’t hesitate, boys, play with the bitch. Nothing serious yet, but let her know she’s gonna get touched, anywhere we want to touch her. Donna’s command set off a groping session were the two thugs got inside Amy’s cute aquamarine spandex running outfit to touch her in all her intimate spots. When Amy squealed through her tape gag and let out muffled pleas for mercy, Donna turned to her captive. “Don’t get so upset, bitch, they’re just playing with you. Pretty soon you’ll see it’s me and my girl you really have to be worried about.”

Amy’s eyes got huge with unfathomable fear. It was simply too terrifying to think the two women in the front seat were her biggest danger, not a controlling influence over these two strong males. What was happening to her? Why had they taken her?

When the van stopped, Amy’s ankles were released so she could walk, but she was blindfolded before going in the warehouse. Donna did not want her having any sense of where she was. Blind and helpless she felt the four strong hands of the men compel her to her feet, but then they passed her to softer hands which grabbed her arms to steer her. She stumbled along not knowing where she was, or why she was there, but soon the dank odor of the warehouse entered her nostrils and her blindfold came off.

“Do you have a boyfriend, Amy, you know, a cock to fuck?” The crude question came from the same brunette who’d treated her earlier and Amy’s suspicions seemed to be confirmed that the two women were indeed in charge.
However before she could answer the question, the darker-haired woman chimed in. “Of course a hottie like Amy has a boyfriend, girl, don’t insult her.” Ava sounded like she was defending the prisoner, it was not the case.
Donna twisted Amy’s arm. “Well, settle this, do you have a guy?”

Afraid, Amy didn’t know how to respond and she began to cry which made Donna stop.

“Don’t cry yet, bitch, save it for when you need to cry. We’ll get to that. Daddy will want to see all your tears.” In an instant, Donna had revealed to Amy that her father had something to do with her being here and this made a cold wave of fear run through the young girl’s body.
Suddenly Amy felt it was best to answer them and be honest. “No, I don’t have a boyfriend now, but I’ve had boyfriends in the past.”

“See, girl, I told you she had guys wrapped around her little finger.” Ava paused, but then she reached down and felt Amy’s firm spandex-covered ass. “Umm, cute butt, has anyone ever fucked it?”

For the first time Amy felt outrage and she let her natural impulses respond. “No way, I don’t let them do that.”
“Oh, too good to take it up the ass. Well see about that. So how many times have you done the dirty, bitch, we’d love to know.” Donna continued to work on her captive’s mental state to begin breaking her down.

All of it proved too much for Amy. The demanding voices, crude sexual questions, and her tightly bond condition combined to make her rebel. She began to struggle fiercely trying to break away. Managing to break away from one of her captors, Amy thought she might be getting free, but then there was a stinging pain on her cheek as Donna slapped her face full force. Now stronger male hands grabbed her tightly and a second slap stung her cheek. She looked into the cold gray eyes of the brunette and saw no mercy for her there.

“Don’t fuck with me, bitch. I own you now. You’re daddy killed my mother so don’t doubt I’ll kill you if you give me reason to. Do as you’re told, suffer and show Daddy what a trooper you are, and maybe you’ll get out of this.” Donna was screaming and Amy could see there was no reasoning with this woman she was deadly serious, perhaps insanely serious.

However Amy was confused for her father had never confessed such a terrible crime to her and she was sure he could not have done such a thing. Yes, he was a cop and carried a gun, but he wouldn’t murder someone. Amy reacted with justifiable anger in the face of what she thought was a lie. “Fuck you. I don’t know what you are talking about…my father never murdered anyone. He’s a police officer and he helps people, but he’ll arrest you when he finds you.”

Another powerful slap found Amy’s face nearly knocking her down and making her realize it didn’t matter what she said. “Shut the fuck up, bitch. You know nothing and your father is a murdering asshole, but he’ll get his with your help.” Donna hissed the words as she grabbed Amy’s thick blonde hair, pulling her head painfully backwards. “Time for your first show so remember to smile pretty for Daddy.”

Donna and Ava walked the shivering Amy towards a darkened corner of the warehouse where a sturdy wooden chair was, but just as they arrived the area was suddenly the lit up by camera lights.

Johnny and Carlo were following the girls and Donna pushed Amy into their arms. “Strip the jogging outfit off her and get her in the chair. Let’s see what she has on underneath.” Donna made sure the video camera was turned on so it could catch every moment of Amy’s humiliation.

As the two girls watched, Johnny and Carlo ripped the jogging suit off to reveal the trembling victim’s lacy white bra and panties. They thugs forced Amy into the chair and used thick leather straps to bind her to it, making sure her knees were as widely spread as the chair allowed.

“Oh, how pretty, white lace, I’m surprised you don’t have Hello Kitty panties on too. What are you, fourteen?” Ava joked as Donna aimed the camera at the helpless Amy’s horrified face.

Looking through the lens of the camera to survey the scene, Donna decided on a special touch which would make father Todd wonder. “Get one of the dildos and stuff it in her cunt. Don’t take her panties off, just let it stretch the fabric, like she suddenly has a big cock. Daddy will no doubt wonder what sort of slut you are, sweetie.”

Ava was eager to comply and soon she was forcing a fat latex cock through the fear dry folds of Amy’s vagina.
“Nice touch, “Ava snickered as she worked the dildo in. I don’t think our whore likes big cock. Look at her face.”
The image Donna saw in the camera was nearly perfect for her first assault on Todd Marlowe’s mind. There was his little girl bound in a chair half naked with her hair disheveled, her eyes glistening with tears, and a grimace of pain distorting her fear-racked face. “How about one nipple, pull down one of those cups.

Johnny was all too eager to do the honors and he felt the soft tits as he did.
“Smile for the camera, whore,” Donna teased. “Do you think Daddy will wonder what’s in your panties, or does he know his little girl is a slut? Did he catch you masturbating in your room as a fifteen year old, or were there condoms in the trash after your boyfriend left?” Donna panned the camera all over Amy’s body giving Todd close ups especially of the dildo-stretched panties.

Amy began to weep uncontrollably which was of course perfect a far as Donna was concerned. Her anguish would translate easily to his anguish, but then Amy realized something.

“Daddy, help me! These people have me and their telling lies about you. Please help . . . ” It was all Amy got out before Ava slapped her and then Donna shut down the camera.

“Oh we have a heroine bitch, trying to warn Daddy. Too bad the first scene had the volume off. Such a waste of talent.” Donna approached and took Amy’s exposed nipples into her hands. “But don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll get to your speaking roles after your broken a bit. Daddy is gonna see a lot more than this and you’ll soon be narrating. Yep you’ll be telling Daddy what you love, like deep-throating and taking cock up your ass while you beg for him to save you and eventually he will. Then the fun really begins.” With seemingly no mercy, Donna twisted the nipples of Amy’s heaving breasts compelling a shrieking howl from her bitch.

“Ok, I think that should do for Miss White Lace’s first show,” Donna announced. “Guys, strip her naked, play with her a little, and then lock her in her cage with wrists and ankles cuffed as I showed you. I’ll download the camera into the computer and send it to Daddy, but after that I want you in back, girl.”

Donna winked at Ava, but her eye caught Johnny’s carnal look at her.

“My pleasure,” Ava eagerly added, but Donna was gazing at Johnny.

“Not your turn yet, Johnny, but keep it stiff for me,” Donna hinted.

Later after she’d made passionate love with Ava, Donna realized her excitement over what she was doing to Amy was unbounded. Her psyche clearly linked the bondage, humiliation, and sexual abuse of the young girl to sexual arousal and soon she would need more than Ava to sate her lust. She would need cock and Johnny’s would do nicely.

***********
Todd Marlowe sat in his recliner checking his email on his daughter’s laptop. It was just before noon and he wasn’t even aware Amy had been kidnapped. He simply thought she went directly to school and would change out of her jogging clothes there. Opening his inbox, Todd’s attention was immediately drawn to an email entitled Amy’s gone. At first when he saw it had a video file attachment he thought it was spam and was about to delete it when his cop senses tingled. He went to the window and looked out, something he hadn’t done before, and he saw the worst possible thing, Amy’s car was still there. She hadn’t gone to school and if that was true where was she for it had been hours since she left the apartment house.
Todd broke out in the cold sweat of fear as he went back to the computer and opened the email. The video file was small, only nine MB, which meant it would be a short film, but what drew his attention was the message in the body of the email.

We have her. Miss Aquamarine Spandex and white lace underwear is our prisoner. Watch the video and know there will be more until you surrender to us and pay for your crime. How do you surrender, save sweet Amy, well there’s no rush there after all the bitch is having fun. Bye for now and enjoy.

There was no name and Todd was certain if this was the Gionese family the email would prove untraceable. He mentally prepared himself before clicking the video file, but no preparation was adequate to deal with the images which soon flooded the computer screen. There was Amy, his precious daughter, bound to a chair, gagged, and nearly naked with what looked like it might be a dildo jutting out of her vagina to tent her white lace panties. Her eyes were filled with abject terror and he could barely look at her face. At one point, she seemed to scream something, but there was no sound on the video so he could only imagine her begging him to save her. The last thing he saw petrified him as a hand lashed out from off camera to slap poor Amy’s face hard.

When the video ended, Todd Marlowe sat still as his heart raced and he tried to pull himself together. Right now the worst thing seemed to him to be the dearth of instructions. They weren’t going to let him help her yet, not until they tortured and humiliated her more. Todd didn’t want to think about it, but it was not something he could push out of his mind. His precious child, the daughter which seemed to be the only clean and pure thing in his life was going to pay for his attempt to gun down Mario Gionese. This was the first time he regretted pulling the trigger that fateful day he’d killed Mario’s beautiful wife by accident.
Todd began pacing nervously back and forth feeling his anger build at Amy’s kidnappers, but what could he do. Just after he clinched his fists in a fit of rage and he pounded the kitchen table in utter frustration, he remembered a small detail of the video. Something he’d seen, but not seen..

Quickly he rushed to the computer and despite his desire not to see Amy like this again he replayed it, fast forwarding to near the end when the hand flashed across the screen to slap Amy’s face. Yes, there it was big and bright, the hand had pink frosted nails. Instantly Todd knew one of the kidnappers was a woman, but it didn’t make any sense. There were no female soldiers in the Gionese mafia family. Mario was always accompanied by middle aged thugs of mostly Italian descent. The whole revelation made Todd wonder who the hell had Amy?

Turning up the heat

Donna, Ava, and their two soldiers sat drinking cold beers as Amy watched from her cage. It was a large cage, but hardly comfortable especially in the position they had forced Amy to assume. Her wrist had been cuffed to bars at the top of the cage and the cage itself was large enough for her to hang with her back uncomfortably pressing against the back bars. Her legs were spread wide and cuffed to each front corner of the cage so she was indeed displaying her body to her captors like she was nothing more than a hanging piece of meat.

“What’s next, boss?” Ava remarked after downing the dregs of her beer.

“Well, what do you recommend to punish our bitch? I’d like her to feel pain first and then be used for sex.” Donna grinned wickedly at the prospects ahead.

“Who gets to use her, Boss? I’d love to fuck her tight cunt.” The voice was Carlo and Donna wasn’t surprised. She was well aware they couldn’t keep a naked fuck bitch around long without letting the muscle have its way.

“Well, truthfully I was going to have her first, with that big black strap-on we bought, Ava, but I see you boys are getting randy. Is there something we could do about that, girl?” Donna’s question was liltingly stated, but it was tongue-in-cheek as she and Ava had already decided to enjoy some cock tonight. After all, Amy shouldn’t be getting it all.

“I think we could accommodate them, later after we’re done with the whore.” Ava added while licking her lips with anticipation.

“Well then, it’s settled, you boys don’t have long to wait.” Donna grinned, but then pointed at the large duffel bag she knew Ava kept most of the things they’d bought at the fetish store. “Can you pull some things out of that bag and impress me, girl? Put our bitch in a world of hurt while I show her a new life as a sex slave.”

Ava got up, went to the bag and unzipped it and her eyes got big like a little girl in the candy store. “Oh yah, I can do lots with this. Hell I’d forgotten we bought so much for our slut.”

They all got up and moved closer to the caged and hanging Amy who began to tremble and sweat more melting the mascara around her eyes so it ran down to her cheeks.

“Ready for another scene, sweetie?

Daddy has no doubt jerked off to the first one and he’ll want more of his personal slut. Humm, maybe he won’t surrender to us. After all he’s got a good thing going, hot porn he doesn’t have to pay for.” Donna laughed as she reached in the cage to fondle Amy’s bare crotch.

“Oh, she’s shaking. Guess we have her attention. Now let’s see if she’s warming to this.”

“Bet she is, the shy ones are usually closet subs. They want to surrender control, but they’re too scared.” As Ava spoke Donna’s first finger slipped inside Amy’s pussy and to Donna’s surprise there was copious wetness.

“I think you nailed it, Ava, she’s almost dripping wet.” Donna slipped another finger in and probed deeper in Amy’s pussy provoking a gasp and breathy moan from the captive.

“Please . . . please don’t do that. I don’t want it.” Amy was on the edge of realizing something she’d never been able to face and she was begging Donna not to push her over the edge.

Donna laughed and began frigging her slut’s wet slit. “You don’t want that, no, I can see you don’t, but what’s strange is your cunt seems to want it. How do you explain that?” Donna continued to finger fuck Amy and the girl quickly lost control. In seconds she was writhing against her cuffs and moaning loudly until finally she found words.

“Ohhh, god, I’m . . . I’m gonna cum . . . fuck . . .” Amy exploded and began to spasmodically rock the heavy cage so much that Carlo and Johnny steadied it. Her eyes closed and she screamed as she her orgasm racked her body and mind.

“Shit, we should have got that with the cam.” Ava observed as she watched Amy spend.

Donna stood up and turned to her girlfriend to whisper so Amy and the muscle wouldn’t hear. “No need, there’ll be plenty more of that now that she’s beginning to realize what this does to her. Soon we’ll have her begging for cock as Daddy watches and when it’s over, if I don’t miss my guess, she won’t be able to stop and resume her past life. She’ll be hooked on being a slave, my fucking slave.” There was a tense seriousness to Donna’s words and Ava could tell she intended to follow that path with Amy.
“After all, she’ll need someone to guide her after Daddy’s balls are cut off and nailed to the wall.” Donna quipped.
“I like your style, Donna, I always have, but what now?” Ava asked.

“Take her out and do your thing, girl. Make her suffer and bind her tight so she’s ready for my cock when I get back. Then we’ll make another movie for her daddy.”

Ava looked down at the naked, spent and hanging Amy, who seemed like she was in her submissive state, a world all her own to feel her need. “Okay, leave it to me, I’ll get her ready for you. I’m gonna oil her up and hogtie her in a position she’s never imagined. You’ll have your choice of her holes, does that sound good?” Ava felt confident she could impress her girlfriend with her BDSM expertise.

“Just don’t forget to enjoy yourself. Make her do something for you. Use the boys to compel her if you need to. You might as well enjoy her as I certainly am going to.” Donna laughed and began to saunter toward the girl’s living quarters before she called back to Amy. “Gonna go now, sweetie, but don’t worry, I’ll be back and I’ll look a bit different to you.” Donna laughed outrageously as she walked away.

Donna takes her slut

When Donna returned she was stark naked with a fat black latex cock strapped to her crotch. As she approached she couldn’t help but see the eyes of the two guys mesmerized by her nubile body. “Do you boys want some of my cock. It’s bigger than yours.” Donna giggled as the rubber cock swayed back and forth.

“No, boss, we’re good. Just admiring the view.” It was Johnny’s voice and his blue eyes were dancing as he watched her.
She knew she would be sucking his cock later wanting it hard and driving in her pussy, but that was later. Right now she looked at Ava who smiled.

“You like how I trussed up your bitch?” Ava smiled, proud of what she’d inflicted on poor Amy.

“Carlo, you’re on the cam, get all of this, tight shots that show everything including her face, but not mine.” Donna barked the command at Carlo before she looked down at Amy.

Oh my god, beautiful, a work of fucking art. Donna was truly impressed with Ava’s handiwork as Amy’s glistening body was just as Ava had promised. In a position the innocent young girl had likely never contemplated being in much less being forcibly bound in.

She was suspended by her waist but only slightly, mostly her bottom half which in the position she was in was now higher than her head and face. Her legs had been forced apart with a spreader bar between her ankles, but there was ample room for Donna to duck under the bar and get her strap-on in position to fuck Amy. Amy’s helplessly bound body still struggled occasionally, but each time it did it transmitted the motion down the partially suspended body to the face which Donna could see was close to the warehouse floor. Amy’s arms, elbows, and hands were forcibly pulled back behind her back and Donna noted the bitch’s elbows were tied brutally tight together which must have been extremely painful.

Reaching out, Donna touched the high legs, pushing the body to see what happened and the result was a groan of pain from Amy.

“I went with no gag for now, but if she gets to loud I have a ball gag ready. Check out the face and tits.” Ava noted with pride.

First Donna looked over the soft C-cup breasts which were clamped and weighted. The weights were swinging wildly against Amy’s chest which must have been agonizing, but Donna batted the weights on purpose to test the reaction and again Amy groaned in pain.
“Oh dear, those must hurt, sweetie, but you’ll soon get used to pain.” Donna giggled and bent forward to look at Amy’s face.

“Geez, Ava, you’re fucking evil, but I love it. It will make it so her pretty face takes all the pressure as I rape her.” Donna was truly impressed as she looked at how Ava had clamped Amy’s nostrils and fastened them to a solid weight on the floor, twenty pounds of steel.

“It can be moved, of course, but if it is she’s in serious pain.” Ava advised as she moved forward and literally pushed Amy’s body far enough to make her nose pull the weight along the floor.

Amy howled like a wounded animal and Donna shrieked with laughter. After it was over, Amy began to beg for mercy. “Please, whoever you are, I can’t take this. You’re killing me. Please let me go.”
“Oh, poor bitch, but I’m sorry. Only one thing can free you. Daddy has to come for you. When he does you can go, but not with Daddy.”

Amy may have had the beginning of an understanding of why she was here before, but now things became all too clear and she began to wail and cry. “No . . . nooooo . . . he didn’t do what you say. He’s not a murderer.” Amy’s words made Donna furious, but she controlled her temper to channel her spite into her rape of Todd Marlowe’s daughter.

“Showtime, Carlo, be sure to keep the camera off my face.” Donna did not want to be identifiable in the video. Ducking under the spreader bar, she stepped up behind the downwardly hanging body of Amy and found her pussy was at just the optimal fuckable height. Ava had done well.

For a moment, Donna considered taking Amy’s rear hole sans lube, but she decided to take the cunt first and then when Amy thought the worst was over, her anal virginity would fall.

With no mercy, Donna grabbed the captive’s hips and thrust, driving the fat rubber cock deep inside her pussy with one powerful stroke. Amy screamed no and Donna withdrew and thrust again to nonverbally say yes, this is going to happen whore. You’re going to be used.
As she fucked Amy, Donna could hear the floor weight dragging occasionally after every particularly deep and hard thrust, but she could also feel her blunt end of the dildo, buried deep in her cunt, begin to steadily propel her toward orgasm. By fucking Amy she was indeed fucking herself, only in a much less painful way.

When she was close, Donna began to talk to Amy, or rather talk to Todd, knowing she’d turned on the sound this time. “Talk to Daddy, bitch. Tell Daddy how it feels to have you slut cunt filled. You want to cum, don’t you? Tell Daddy, ask him if you can.”

Amy was a rag doll, helpless and in agonizing pain for the first time in her young life, but she had already realized there was a sexual part of this. As her body had become somewhat accustomed to the agony, she found the cock thrusting in her wet hole became more and more prominent in her mind until it became all she wanted. By now it was to the point that she was close to orgasm too, on the brink of exploding. She heard Donna’s voice, which was fast becoming her only reality, and the first signs of her accepting her submissive sexuality came dribbling out.

“Ohhhh god, can I, Daddy, can I cum. The cock, it’s so big so good. Please Daddy let me cum.”

Donna couldn’t resist adding to Amy’s words. “See, Todd, she’s a good slut. You raised a fine whore. Come get her soon and maybe we’ll let you use her tight hole.” Donna had barely finished when Amy began to scream.
“Cummming . . . oh fuck, Daddy, I’m sor . . .” Carlo came in on Amy’s face as she climaxed to catch her regret of her sluttish behavior, but Donna wanted more.

“Good, Carlo, well done. ” After congratulation her soldier, Donna pulled her cock out of Amy’s spastic cunt only to drive it deep in the unsuspecting girl’s asshole. She’d given the whore an orgasm, but now she would pay for it.
Amy screamed, but Donna showed no mercy. “Like it up there, slut? Don’t worry if you don’t, you will when I’m done with you.” Finally, after perhaps a dozen deep strokes, Donna climaxed on her end of the strap-on and she withdrew leaving the suspended Amy moaning softly no doubt thankful her ordeal was over.
“Did you enjoy begging Daddy to cum, whore?” Seeing Amy was close to comatose and not likely to have even heard the question, Donna smiled and answered it for her. “Of course you did.”
It took a while for Amy to return to her senses, but when she did she managed to mumble. “Please, I have to go to the bathroom.”

Donna instantly got an idea to further degrade the young girl she was more and more considering her personal slave. “Okay, we can let you pee. Ava, take her down and Carlo will you fetch a bowl from the cabinet in back.” Donna was smiling inside and knew she needed to get this on film. Todd would freak out seeing his little girl do what she planned.

Ava worked quickly to lower and untie Amy as the girl continued to seem to be only mildly aware of her surroundings. It wasn’t until Ava removed the clamps and blood rushed back into Amy’s nipples creating intense pain that the captive seemed to regain her senses and groan.
“Ooooowww, my god they’re on fire.” Amy screamed.

Just as Carlo returned with the bowl, a flat metal one resembling a dog dish, Donna grabbed Amy’s hair and pulled her wiggling and screaming to a stand. “You want to pee, bitch? How much do you want to pee?”

“Really bad, I haven’t gone since last night.” Amy replied realizing for the first time how much her life and liberty were in the hands of the woman whose name she didn’t even know yet.

“Carlo, put the bowl at our slut’s feet and get the cam ready.” At Donna’s command, Carlo dropped the bowl at Amy’s feet and the metal gave a bell-like ring as it hit the concrete floor.

“Squat over the bowl, whore, I want you to clean your ass juice off my cock. You’ll pee in the bowl as you suck it and Daddy will be watching so try to look at the cam and show him how much you love it.” Donna stepped closer to Amy, close enough to allow her strap-on to be sucked.

Amy’s elbows were still tied behind her back, so she would have to be careful lowering herself to squat over the bowl, but right now Amy simply couldn’t believe what she was being forced to do. Her mind rebelled at the image of doing this while they filmed it for her father’s viewing. “No, I won’t do it, it’s fucking disgusting.”

Donna reacted instantaneously slapping her hand across Amy’s face. “Hold her, Johnny. The bitch needs a lesson in obedience. Saying no is not allowed here.”

Johnny was quick to gather up the disobedient captive and Donna went wild slapping Amy’s face and then moving to her already sore tits. “Ava, get me something to punish her with.” Donna demanded.

Ava quickly responded with a small thin filament flogger, but Donna looked at like it was a toy. “What the fuck, what is this?”
“It’s referred to as a pussy whip and believe me if you use it there she’ll feel it.” Ava stated with complete confidence.
“Spread the whore’s legs!” Donna shouted and when it was done she let loose with a furious attack on Amy’s well-fucked pussy.

Soon Amy was screaming and writhing in agony so hard Johnny could barely hold her, but Donna didn’t stop it was Ava who saw the need for an end to the punishment.

“Stop, girl, or you’ll fucking kill her and it’s her Daddy you want.” Ava screamed the words at her best friend.

Luckily Donna responded to her friend and the beating stopped, but Donna immediately repeated her demand of Amy. “Now squat, slut, and suck, then you can pee. Heaven help you if you miss the bowl because you’ll lick up all the pee you miss.”

So at this moment, Amy Marlowe capitulated giving up her control and her self-respect to this strange Mistress who compelled these whorish yet deeply exciting things from her. Wrapping her lips around the latex cock, she licked and suckled tasting her own juices while she tried to position her pussy over the bowl on the floor. Certain she would miss the bowl and seeing Carlo move the damnable camera close to her crotch to catch the moment, she found it hard to let loose her urine, but what other choice did she have. Her pussy was on fire from the stinging agony of the whipping and she had little doubt her captor would do it again.

Amy had been through so much and so it was perhaps noteworthy that it was a sound which broke her. The sound of her urine splashing into the metal bowl took the last dregs of her will to resist Donna. After the humiliating peeing and sucking was over, Amy was locked in her cage again and given food and water, but no utensils were provided so she had to eat like an animal by scooping up food with her hands.

A new priority had installed itself in Amy’s mind, less than twenty-four hours from the time she was kidnapped, and it was quickly becoming the focus of everything. She told herself this woman whose name she didn’t even know had to be obeyed. She must do whatever was necessary to make Donna happy.

Later that evening, Donna lay in the lone bed with Johnny, Ava having consented to spend the night with Carlo on the sleeping pads the two men had been sleeping on. “Fuck me, Johnny, make it hard as you want it. Right now I want to be used like the slut.”

Johnny smiled as he began to stroke and fondle his boss’ breasts. Johnny was fully aware he was about to fuck the daughter of a crime overlord, a man who would kill him if he thought he’d taken advantage of his daughter, but Johnny suspected something more important. He saw Donna Gionese had balls of steel and would be relentless in getting what she wanted. In his mind, he wasn’t fucking the innocent daughter of a Godfather he was fucking the future head of the Gionese crime empire and that was a ticket to the top.

“Are you gonna kill the bitch with her father once we have them both?” Johnny asked curiously as he pushed his fingers into Donna’s soaked slit. There was no question she was ready for his cock.

Donna moaned. “I need something bigger than those.” She reached behind her and grabbed his rigid cock to begin steering it to her needy cunt. Only when Johnny was inside her did she respond to his question in a hissing whisper. “Oh no, after her Daddy’s balls are hanging on the wall, the bitch is mine. All mine forever.”
**********
Todd spent a supremely restless night tossing and turning as sleep seemed to be denied to his tortured mind. The thought of poor Amy in the hands of those bastards made him deeply regret going rogue and pulling the trigger on Mario Gionese’s limo. When he finally stopped trying to sleep in the early morning a dreary rain was falling making the world gray like his mood. He poured coffee, somehow sensing it would be a long day, but when he approached Amy’s laptop he got a feeling of cold panic. Would there be another email with another attached video file?

Todd Marlowe had tears streaming down his cheeks, something which hadn’t happened since he was a boy and his hands, they were shaking so bad he could barely press the keys needed to shut it off. The video had shown Amy, trussed up like a pig and hanging like a carcass, being fucked with a huge black dildo by some crazed woman whose face was never shown. However his daughter’s face was, especially when she spoke to him begging him to let her cum. Todd was sure she was forced to do it as he’d heard the evil woman tell her to, but in the back of his mind he wondered if part of Amy wasn’t being changed forever because her begging her sounded so pitifully genuine.

However it was seeing his daughter naked on her knees while she sucked the black phallus and peed in a metal bowl which pushed Todd over the edge of rationality. He had to get her out of there no matter the danger even if it meant trading his life for hers.

At the end of the video, the opportunity to be a hero to his captive daughter was offered. A female voice instructed him to take his cuffs and a blindfold to the park behind Amy’s apartment. He was told to find a secluded spot and cuff his hands after he blindfolded himself. She then said she would do the rest and Todd’s police training meant he knew what that was. He would be grabbed up and taken where Amy was to be no doubt brutally tortured and perhaps killed, but it was his chance, his only chance, to set Amy free. Certainly it was him they wanted and once he gave himself up they would let Amy go.

Vengeance is Donna’s

Donna instructed Johnny and Carlo to give Todd all the punishment they wanted, but to do it after they had him in the van and stripped naked. Donna had a plan which included Amy in her father’s fate, but she only wanted to administer the intended mental anguish and the physical torture, not the softening up stuff. After all, she was a lady.

The grab up went perfectly and by the time Todd reached the dockside warehouse he was naked and well bruised, so much so that Amy screamed from her cage when she saw the beaten man who was her father. “Nooooo, please, he didn’t do what you say. Please don’t hurt him.”

Donna and Ava watched from the darkness as Johnny and Carlo tied Todd to the same chair Amy had been tied to and then the cam lights came up. Then Donna spoke from the shadows. “Make sure his legs are spread wide so his little dicklet is exposed to our eager slut. Then turn him to face her and remove the blindfold, so he can see the caged bitch. I mean after all, he came here to rescue her.”

Once the blindfold was removed, Todd looked over at his daughter, who looked more like an animal than a human now as she hunkered down naked in her cage crying her eyes out. “Amy, it’s gonna be alright, baby. They’ll let you go now. Whoever you are, you have me now. Do your worst if you must, but let her go, she didn’t do anything.”

Donna contemplated Todd’s plea and answered from the darkness. “Very true, you murdering pig, but to get your slut daughter released, you must confess your deed to her. Did you with no orders from your superiors fire into Mario Gionese’s limo killing his wife? Did you murder my innocent mother?” By the end Donna was screaming her words at Todd.

There it was suddenly, the link in Todd’s mind to who this female was. He knew Mario had a daughter, a well-educated, snobby bitch by all accounts. Now that he understood this was Mario’s daughter, he shuddered because she had all the reason in the world to hate him.

“Innocent! How dare you call her innocent, you’re mother knew everything your father did and she consented to it. The only innocent here is Amy, she knew nothing of this.” While Todd’s words were essentially true, Donna’s grief and need for revenge made it impossible for her to admit they were true.

“Shut the fuck up, asshole, I’m calling the shots here.” In a rage Donna stepped out from the shadows, naked and followed by Ava in the same condition. In Donna’s hand there was a cattle prod, a device capable of dispensing unfathomed agony to any part of Todd’s naked body. Ava carried two equally ominous devices, a surgical scalpel and a branding iron. Ava took the iron to the warehouse’s incinerator, which Johnny had
temporarily fired up for them. Opening the door, she carefully placed the business end of the iron in the fire while she made sure the wooden handle rested against the edge of the door so the implement would not fall all the way into the flames.

Donna made a beeline for Todd and when she arrived she immediately grabbed up his balls, squeezing them with enough force to make her intentions clear. “Let’s have some fun with these before we take them from you.” Donna turned to Carlo and demanded. “Get the slut out of her cage, she’s gonna help us out.”

Todd’s body was drenched in sweat and he was fighting a losing battle against his fear. He hadn’t made out the scalpel, but the cattle prod and the branding iron were enough to push him to the edge. “Please, not that. Please just kill me and let Amy go.” Todd realized now any thoughts he’d entertained of a quick bullet to the brain where not gonna happen. Mario’s bitch daughter was gonna make him suffer.

Carlo arrived with the cuffed Amy in tow and Donna wasted no time putting her best asset to work. “Do everything I say, bitch, and you’ll be free to go and Daddy may even get a slight reprieve.” None of this was true as Donna had no intention of releasing Amy, but she didn’t know that and more importantly Amy was now beginning to focus on pleasing Donna, the new ruling force of her life.

Amy stared at Donna as if this woman was more important than her father and the truth was she was fast becoming just that. “What do you want me to do?”

Donna answered by placing the twin tips of the prod on Todd’s inner thigh and pulling the trigger. As she watched Amy’s father began to spasm in pain, his body racked by the agony the prod so easily gave. “That’s low voltage, whore, do as I say and it will stay low. If not, it goes to high. Now get on your knees and do what your best at, suck Daddy’s cock.” Donna laughed, but Amy looked at her with wide, unbelieving eyes.

“You’re not serious. No, I’m not going to suck my father’s cock, it’s disgusting.” Amy’s mind was trying to draw a line on her sluttish behavior, but Donna wasn’t going to have it.

With no hesitation, Donna flipped a switch on the handle of the wand and this time she placed it nearer Todd’s limp penis at the very top of his thigh.

She pulled the trigger once resulting in a banshee-like scream of excruciating agony from Todd, but then she pulled it again before she turned to the helpless Amy. “I can do this all day and the only way you can stop it is to start sucking Daddy’s cock. What’s wrong, didn’t he have you suck it when you were little, I bet you wanted to. When did you first see it? Did you want it then?” Donna brought the prod up just a little and then let it down placing it in contact with Todd’s ball sack.
Todd felt the metal prongs on his most sensitive area and he moaned. “Please, not there. Amy, please don’t let her. I can’t bear it.”

Amy realized she had no choice and she obediently went to her knees inciting a chuckle from Donna and Ava who chimed in. “Sucky, sucky, cunt, make Daddy nice and hard.”

Amy closed her eyes as her father’s penis entered her mouth. There was no physical difference in size or taste from the two boyfriends she done this too, but the difference was in her mind. It was one more step down the road which would make it possible for her to do anything sexual in her slavish service of Donna.

Donna of course made the task harder by turning the prod back down to low and stinging Todd all over his already bruised body so he jerked and Amy felt his pain intimately through her mouth. Amy wasn’t sure in his state her father would get hard, but to her surprise and dismay he did and soon Donna was forcing her head down so she gagged on Daddy’s stiff eight inches. Finally Donna pulled Amy’s head up by her long blonde hair and there in front of her face was Daddy’s erection glistening with her saliva.

“Good job, slut. I bet you want it in your ass now, don’t you?” Donna quipped, but then she added. “Sorry, but you’ll have to wait for more butt fucking.”

Donna gave Todd one more shock with the prod, but then she tossed it aside. She was ready to move on to the next stage of her grand plan. “Ava, scalpel, please.”

The request stunned both Todd and Amy and the father wailed. “No, you can’t please have mercy.”

Amy saw the metallic glint of the object in Ava’s hand as she moved toward Donna and she launched herself in a frantic dive toward the raven-haired woman. Her only thought was to try to stop them from mutilating her father.

Of course Ava easily avoided the diving charge by the blonde and Carlo quickly had the disobedient Amy under his complete control as he wrapped his arm around her soft neck and bent her back into a helplessly displayed position.
“Oh, that was naughty, bitch, but I’m not going to hold it against you. If Daddy confesses you’ll still get the same chance you were going to get, to save his life.” Donna slapped Amy’s tits a few times to discipline her slut slave, but then she turned her attention back to Todd.

“Time for that confession I wanted, pig. Tell us all, but especially sweet Amy what you did. Don’t let Amy believe a lie like your innocence any more. My promise to you is this; confess and you’ll live and Amy will go free.” Donna knew only one of those things would truly happen if Todd confessed, but she also knew he’d grab at this last opportunity to end this.
Todd looked at his daughter, naked and exposed in Carlo’s grip. He didn’t want to tell her, but he had to get her out of this place which had her sinking so low she would suck her father’s cock. He hoped she would recover from this hellish experience. “Amy, it’s all true what she says. Without orders, in fact against my orders, I took it upon myself to try to ambush her father, but I botched it, fired on the limo blindly, and killed her mother. I’m not proud of it, but as I said before, she was with him and she knew what he did. That makes her guilty by association.”

“Fuck you, asshole, you just earned some more fun.” Donna slapped Todd hard and then turned to Johnny. “Get the hot iron. It’s showtime for Daddy and the whore.”

Johnny fetched the iron and when he returned Donna had Carlo released Amy and then they shocked him. “Give her the iron. She’s gonna need it.”

Johnny did so, but being not so sure Amy wouldn’t use the white hot iron as a weapon, he pulled his pistol and pointed it at her. “No funny business, slut.”
Donna continued with her grand plan. “Promised you a chance to save Daddy, bitch, and now is your chance. We’re taking his cock and balls as a trophy, but if you act quickly as soon as the cut is made this hot ironwill cauterize the wound and he’ll live. Now he may not want to live, but I’ll let you two discuss that.” Donna turned to the wretched Todd who could barely believe what he’d just heard. “What about it, pig, do you want to live with no cock and balls, or do you just want to die. Either way is fine with me.” Donna let out a sadistic laugh of sheer glee.

Todd was so stunned it took moments before he responded to the terrible choice. “You can’t do this. I know who you are. If you let me live I’ll go to the cops and they’ll hunt you down.”
Donna smiled showing no fear. “I don’t think so. I have an insurance policy. What’s your choice, darling daughter wants to know.”

Todd didn’t understand why she was so snug and sure, but he knew he had to decide. It was an awful choice, to be stripped of his masculinity, but he finally came down on the side of living simply because of Amy. If she was going to be released he wanted to live to see her recover from this and have a normal life. Todd looked at Amy. “If you forgive me for getting you into this, baby, I’d like to live.”
“Oh, how sweet and tender, and what do you say, bitch. Will you forgive Daddy even if he doesn’t have a big fat cock to suck on?” Donna sarcastically mocked.
Amy was willing to do more than that and now she proved it. “Please don’t do this to him. Let him go and I’ll stay with you. I’m offering to be your slave for the rest of my life in exchange for my father’s balls. I’m not kidding, I’m fucking serious.”
Todd screamed at his daughter. “Nooo, baby. Don’t do this.”

Donna squealed with glee knowing her plan had worked so much better than she planned. Here Amy was offering up what she intended to take anyways indicating the young woman was of a mindset to become a slave. “Sorry, sweetie, but no can do.”

Amy looked at Donna like a deer in headlights, not quite comprehending why her offer had been refused. As Amy stared, Donna flashed the scalpel at her. “Don’t you get it, slut? You’re my insurance policy on Daddy dearest. You already are my slut slave, I’m never gonna let you go. Save his life if you want to, but I’m taking his balls.” With that, Donna knelt and flashed the scalpel before she made a quick clean cut severing Todd’s manhood from his body. Of course blood flowed copiously and both Johnny and Carlo looked on in horror at the ultimate nightmare for a man, but Donna simply grasped her bloody trophy and moved aside. “Hurry, hurry, bitch.”

The stage belonged to Amy and there were no choices. She drove the burning hot iron into her father’s crotch and they all heard the sizzle of burning flesh as the gaping wound was cauterized. Once it was done, Amy dropped the iron and took her father into her arms to say the goodbye she knew she had to. She doubted she’d ever see him again.

“Daddy, stay alive, do the best you can and don’t think about me. I’ll do my best and I’ll try to have a good life, as good as I can. Don’t get yourself killed trying to find me. I didn’t choose this life, but . . . I’ve learned something about myself.” Amy hesitated wondering if she could say this to her father.

“I’ve discovered something inside me I never knew was there. Part of me likes being treated like this, being a slave and a slut. I don’t fully understand it but it’s true.” Crying like a baby, Amy gave her father one last fierce hug before she released the unconscious form to slump in the chair. She checked his breathing and felt for a pulse and he was still alive.
Looking up at Donna, who still held her father’s severed penis and balls in her bloody hand. Amy made the last demand she’d ever make. “Okay, I’m your slave, but get him to a hospital or he may die anyways.”

“Ava, get dressed. Carlo, get the shipping box. Johnny, start the van.” After sending her minions off on assorted tasks, Donna strutted to a table where she plopped Todd’s dismembered organ into a plastic box. “I really didn’t want to keep them, cutting them off was all I wanted. Daddy will enjoy them more as a trophy, perhaps nailed to his wall. Plus, they’ll show him what a dedicated, devious daughter can do with an opportunity. I’m sure he’ll be more than impressed.” Donna picked up a cell phone and turned, just in time to see Carlo wheeling in a large shipping crate.

“Oh, good, your transport has arrived, slave. You can call me Mistress Donna, from now on. We’ll be together forever soon enough, but right now we’re all taking trips. Ava, Johnny, Carlo, and I are going via chartered jet to a very tropical locale with no extradition to the US. We’ll relax and enjoy for maybe a year until this situation is forgotten. Then we’ll come home and you and I will be reunited. Of course you’re traveling too, to a destination not so tropical and not so fun but which will provide you with all you need, training to be a model slave girl. Carlo is ready to strap you into this crate for shipping and if you’re cooperative, I’ll be calling the hospital and the police as soon as you’re strapped in and the crate is sealed. I’m sure they’ll be here as fast as they can, but we’ll be long gone and you, well you’ll be here, but unfortunately they won’t know it. They’ll take poor de-balled Daddy and make the pain go away so he can start a life of utter frustration and mental agony never knowing your crate was right here hidden in a secret room waiting for the pickup I’ve arranged for two weeks from today when the warehouse will be likely be quite deserted once again. Don’t be worried, you have plenty of air and a tasteless gruel will be forced periodically into your mouth along with water. It will be enough to insure my property isn’t damaged or destroyed in transport. Yet it is a pity we have to part so soon after getting acquainted. Could you perhaps be a dear and get to your knees, kiss my feet and my pussy, and offer up your first Mistress Donna to your new owner. It would make me so happy and after all that is now your only job for the rest of your life.”

Amy was stunned by the depth and intricacy of her new Mistress’ plans for her and she understood there was nothing else to do but what was demanded. Getting to her knees, she licked and then kissed Donna’s pussy, knowing she would taste it many times in the future. She carefully kissed the toes and then bowed low before she spoke. “Thank you, Mistress Donna, for allowing me to serve you.”

Three months later

Amy was learning well at the white slave training facility. The regimented lifestyle was tough, but she got plenty

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