Married To The Mob

Stacey applied a final coat of lip gloss and looked at herself in the mirror. No denying it, she thought to herself, I look hot tonight. Not three months had the gorgeous, 5’ 8”, slim, full-lipped, full-breasted brunette been in town and already she’d landed herself a premier-league boyfriend. Antonio was the godson, cliché though it was , of the state’s biggest Mafioso boss, and as such was imbued with wealth, influence and power beyond the dreams of most of the two-bit jerks she’d dated in her hometown. Who needed the captain of the football team when her current consort effectively owned the football team?

The door buzzer rang – Stacey finished her makeup and went over to stare at the monitor briefly. Though she knew it would be Antonio (after all, he had bought her the apartment and nobody else within 2000 miles knew the address) she still went to check the screen and gaze at her new “love”, whom she knew full well she knew next to nothing about.

“C’mon, baby doll, y’know it’s me”, he drawled, “the Benz is waiting, we need to get to the club, Giopetto won’t wait all night, even for me”

Okay. Time to go. She buzzed down through the speaker “I’m on my way, sweetheart, hold the limo for me!”

Antonio knew full well he was probably both the luckiest and unluckiest guy in the state rolled into one. On the one hand, Giopetto’s influence and power (along with, he grudgingly admitted, his own luck in the looks department) made him a prize catch for most of the women he met, regardless of how they genuinely felt about him….

Still, everyone has their cross to bear, and there are plenty worse than this.

He grinned to himself. This new acquisition was going to be tested tonight….

They rode to Giopetto’s favoured club in an air-conditioned Mercedes, the hum off the road and a much loved album on the stereo eliminating the need for much conversation between them. The journey itself was pretty uneventful, but Stacey couldn’t help noticing the lascivious wink the driver gave Antonio as he dropped them off

“Pretty one you got here, boy, first time here ain’t it?”

Unsmiling, Antonio helped her out of the car onto the pavement slick with rain, a cascade of neon lights reflected in every puddle.

Arm in arm, he in dark Armani suit, she bra-less in little black cocktail dress and kitten heels, they walked down the stairs and entered the basement club. Red carpets, black and gold décor, dominated by an imposing pair of black wooden doors, the anteroom stood deserted apart from a young bartender in a tuxedo, cleaning glasses and idly flicking through a magazine. Antonio greeted him with a grin,

“Hey, Mickey, my man what’s going down?”

“Hey Mr. A, the Big Man’s staging his party in the next room through, wants your new lady to- uh- get acquainted with the rest of the ladies. I’ll buzz you through”

Something about the way he said it made Stacey nervous. That and the driver’s wink to Antonio… was she being set up here? After all, she really didn’t know Antonio too well, and his Sicilian family weren’t just above the law here, they made the law.

Still, she reflected, he had been a true gentleman toward her for the four weeks they had been together, wining her, dining her, only finally coming to bed on her invitation, and had proved himself to be a gentle and considerate (as well as vigorous and passionate, she thought to herself wryly) lover. The family always took care of its own.

“Thanks Mickey, have a good night, make sure they give you the overtime”

The bartender laughed.

“Thanks Mr. A, he says to go on through. Pass my regards on to him. Nice to have met you, Miss”, he said, nodding briefly toward Stacey.

The heavy black doors swung open, and Antonio led Stacey through.

She wasn’t sure what disorientated her more- the numbers and closeness of well-dressed (and obviously gun-toting) gangsters and their trophy girlfriends or the fact that the mayor, police chief, and she could swear, a Senator were rubbing shoulders with the throng- but what probably won out was the large cage mounted in the centre of the room, standing on top of a 4’ riser covered with red curtain.

As she looked around the room, she realised it was set up like an amphitheatre, with rows of staggered benches set up against the walls, ensuring that anyone seated on them would get a god view of the cage.

“Antonio, what the fuck is that??”, she whispered, agitated.

“Calm down, sweet cakes, you’ll see soon enough”, he grinned, ”C’mon and meet the family.”

He reached out and tapped the small, rotund, greying man in a dinner suit stood in front of them.

“Daddy, how you doin’?”

With a cry of recognition the old man hugged him.

“Hey, Antonio, my first-born. You’re looking good, my boy, looking real good.”

“Yeah, well, life’s being good to me, Pops. This is Stacey. She and I have been getting to know each other recently. Stace, this my old man, Giopetto”

She extended her hand. Graciously, Giopetto kissed it.

“You’re a beautiful lady. My son is a lucky man”

“Thank you” she smiled back “You raised him well”

“Well then,” said Giopetto, motioning towards the benches which were now starting to fill up, “shall we take our seats for the evenings entertainment?”

“Yeah, I meant to ask, what’s with the- “

““Come on, darling” interrupted Antonio, “let’s take our seats.”

They sat (front row, naturally). The lights dimmed, spotlights lighting the cage as the MC took to the riser.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonights gathering. You all know the procedures, so I’m going to skip the introductions and get straight to it. And the first two names are…” he rummaged around in the hat at his feet “Sally Escatoro and Carla Libette! Bring the girls on down, guys!”

A tumultuous cheer erupted as two burly “enforcers”, one with a pistol and one with a taser took each woman from her seat. Stacey noticed the difference as one of the women, a statuesque blonde in her 30’s stood up without any coercion and stalked determinedly toward the cage, whilst the other, a slightly built Hispanic girl who was probably still in her teens, had to be dragged out of it, crying and sobbing “no, no, please don’t let them do this to me! For God’s sake, Jo!”

Fear, an icy ball materialised in the pit of Stacey’s stomach. She noticed Antonio and Giopetto eagerly watching every move, as if they were at a ball game. She also, with sinking heart, realised that there were more enforcers, doubtless with pistols and probably more guarding the door. Whatever was going to happen this evening, she was clearly going to be around for the duration.

She decided to make the best of it, and cuddled herself up next to Antonio to enjoy the show.

Down by the cage the girls were now being addressed by the MC.

“Okay, girls, lets get you two ready to go. Get ‘em off, now.”

The contrast was striking. Tall, voluptuous, powerfully built Sally kicked off her heels and peeled off her strapless red dress, letting it fall to the floor, displaying a finely muscled body and large, pendulous breasts. She never bothered with underwear when she came to these occasions, and her eyes never left the face of the sobbing 19 year old, Carla, who, too distraught too undress herself so was being undressed by two of the guards, who clearly regarded this type of thing as a perk of the job. Eventually she, too stood nude head bowed, whimpering, revealing a trim, pert ass and surprisingly plump breasts.

“Into the cage, girls”

Sally stalked in, proudly, a lioness awaiting her fate, whilst Carla needed a little encouragement from the MCs cattle prod. Once in, the heavies handcuffed each girl to an opposite part of the ring

He locked the door and held the key proudly. “They’re in, now, folks, and only one of them gets to walk out. No rules, no rounds, no clothes – we go on until one comes out victorious. Let ‘em off the leash, now, boys” he called. The heavies reached inside the bars and unlocked the handcuffs,

Stacey could here Carla pleading with one of the guards, offering herself to him, before screaming as she got another blast from the cattle prod.

“P-p-please, Sally,” begged Carla as she faced the big, intimidating blonde, “Don’t hurt me, we can- Ahh!”

Stacey watched as the big blonde delivered a roundhouse right with shocking violence that dumped the slim Hispanic onto the unyielding metal floor of the cage which shook with the impact. Sally followed that up with a vicious stomp to the belly that knocked the wind from Carla’s lungs.

Carla lay there unable to move, feeling like she was going to explode or suffocate as Sally brought as crushing heel down just above her vagina, compressing her ovaries and bladder. Carla’s humiliation was complete as she felt the warm trickle of urine flow down her leg.

Just as she thought she was going to pass out from the pain, she felt herself being hauled up by the hair and slammed face first into the bars, before a new wave of agony exploded in her lower back, as Sally machined gunned her with merciless kidney punches. Twice she almost blacked out, before Sally picked her up and restarted her campaign. Carla couldn’t even scream, she was in too much pain, and she was terrified that permanent damage was being done too her.

After five minutes of this, Sally swung her teenaged victim around and looking directly into her eyes, slammed her in the cunt with her knee. Carla doubled up, collapsing onto the cold metal floor and retching, violently. Sally kicked her over onto her back, and looking almost pityingly into her foe’s eyes, brought two fists crashing down, one on each side of her face. Carla genuinely thought she was dead for a moment, before Sally brought her back to life by digging her sharp nails into Carla’s nipples and pulling as hard as she could.

Carla’s screams shook the rafters as her young body was out through the most brutal, degrading torture. In order to inflict more pain, Sally placed one foot on Cala’s ribcage, before digging her nails into the sensitive areolas and pulling for all she was worth. Carla’s nipples were stretched almost to two inches before Sally bored of this game. Just to have a little fun, to amuse the guys, she kicked the crying Carla over onto her front, before slowly starting to kick her in her cute Latino butt.

“I’m kicking your ass, little girl!” Sally yelled, to ripples of laughter through the auditorium. To Carla, the pain and humiliation was mild, a welcome break from the inhuman acts of violence she had suffered at the hands of the big blonde. That thought abruptly stopped when agony the like of which she had never known seared through her, as Sally connected with her anus, twisting her big toe cruelly into the aperture.

“Jesus! Jesus Holy Christ! I submit, please God, I submit, I give!”

Sally bent her head down so her mouth was close to Carla’s ear.

“No submissions, little girl” she whispered “This is the real thing”.

Agony and terror washed over the little Latino, and this time she was sick, violently, all over the floor of the cage as a brown object appeared on her ass.

“Jesus, that’s one way of getting me away from your ass”, snarled Sally.

“Tell you what, little girl, here’s an idea. I was going to kill you, you know, just break your neck, but cuz you’re so cute, and so scared, if you do what I tell you, I’ll just knock you unconscious. Then, unless I’ve crippled you tonight, you can go back and live a full and happy life. I mean I haven’t even scratched up your cunt yet, after that bruising goes down, you’ll be able to have sex and everything. You gonna do what I tell you?”

Barely able to comprehend what was going on, little Carla nodded and stammered a barely perceptible “yes”, and then shrieked in anguish as she felt Sally’s nails slice up inside her cunt, ripping at her labia.

“Was that a yes?”

“YES!! OH GOD, YES!!! PLEASE!!”

“Well, here’s what I want, little girl. That dirty little turd you just poked outa your ass, I want to see you eat it”

“W-what? AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!! OK!!!!! OK!!!!!! PLEASE GOD NO MORE!!!!!”

So, crying with the shame and humiliation, Carla reached round to her ass and scooped the turd up in her left hand. The very touch of it made her shiver in disgust, and she vomited up again on the cage floor. A little “encouragement” from Sally was all the incentive she needed. As her hand wavered as it brought the steaming fetid pile closer to her mouth, Sally grabbed her nose and pulled hard, forcing her to swallow in deep gulps. Realising it was the only chance she had, Carla, closed her eyes and rammed the shit into her mouth, swallowing it down before vomiting copiously, almost immediately.

True to her word, Sally picked her opponent up and slammed her headfirst into the iron bars of the bage until she was slumped unconscious, bloody and defeated in the mess of shit, piss, vomit and blood left on the iron floor of the cage.