“DON MARCO SINORETTI HAS DIED AT THE AGE OF SIXTY-EIGHT.”

Donna Maria read the headline once more. The article went on to describe the Sinoretti crime family in detail. It made her laugh; it was the answer to her problems.

Six months earlier, she had a sit-down with the heads of the four remaining crime families; there, they had drawn up a peace agreement that the other families had reneged on almost immediately.

She looked up from the newspaper to the three beautiful girls sitting in front of her. They all looked at her with awe and love. They were her special team of beautiful assassins, led by Lila. They carried out jobs, slowly eliminating the worst offenders to the family.

They had already eliminated the hierarchy of the Sinoretti family as soon as Donna Maria had found out about the death of their Don, and now she had made plans to deal with the other families.

“Girls, each of you has a folder with everything you need to know about your targets. Their likes, dislikes and routine. I need this to be done efficiently; you can make a statement or do things quietly – it’s up to you. I have set up apartments for each of you to use as a place to prepare or do the deed. Study your targets carefully; they may not be too easy, but I know you will all do the job at hand.”

Donna Maria walked around her desk and handed each girl a folder. Inside, there were dossiers and any relevant information. They all opened them and skimmed through the pages. Lila was the first to stand up, and without a word, all three coldhearted women walked out of the room.

Donna Maria sat back down, looking off into the distance. She had already made plans to take over all the Sinoretti businesses, and the last remaining soldiers and capos had pledged their fealty to her. It wouldn’t take too long for the remaining three families to try to gain some of the remaining assets; that’s why she had to act fast.

oO0Oo

Lila sat at a small desk in the comfortable apartment provided to her by Donna Maria. She was going through the papers; her target was Don Frank Anizeppi. A handsome man in his fifties with very few vices, his only vice she could think of was sex. He had a huge sexual appetite and often roamed the streets to pick up ladies of the night.

The rumours were that he was rough and ready with the girls, but paid them handsomely. Most of the girls who had been with him would only be with him once, as he scared them; the way he treated them was not very gentlemanly.

Lila smiled to herself; that was her way in. She had gotten herself a sexy outfit just for the occasion, and she knew when he would go out looking for new meat. She looked over to the bed; the outfit she had picked out had been laid out for her to change into. A shiny black leather bra and hotpants together with a fishnet catsuit and large high boots. Next to them were her switchblade and a small pistol, small enough to hide in the boots.

She stood up and walked over to the bathroom, the water from the shower already running. She stepped in and felt the warm, calming water cascade over her. She washed herself thoroughly, making sure all her intimate areas were well scrubbed and groomed.

She stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. Now came the interesting part: she slowly and meticulously did her makeup. She had a knack for applying her makeup to accentuate her eyes and cheekbones, so she almost looked Asian rather than Latin. It would play to her advantage as Frank Anizeppi had a thing for Asian girls.

She put on creams and scents before slowly getting dressed. She tucked the gun and knife in the hidden pockets on the inside of her boots. She checked herself out in the mirror before smiling to herself and heading out the door.

After a short walk to a well-known hooker spot, she made herself comfortable. The ladies of the night had already started to take their places. Lola chose a spot at the beginning of the road, a prime spot.

Soon, the johns started making their way onto the street. For half an hour, Lila had to reject every man that came up to her, then the saloon came by. Frank Anizeppi sat by looking handsome and cocky, knowing he would get what he wanted.

Lila made her way towards the car before any of the other girls could get close. She leant forward, showing off her wares, making sure Frank knew what she had to offer. They went over the details, and it didn’t take much convincing for him to beckon her into his car.

They drove for twenty minutes to a small, unassuming house. Frank never took the girls to his own home. Lila knew there would be other people about, but they were not seen as he let her into the house and up to the bedroom.

Don Anizeppi wasted no time stripping off and sat back on the bed. Lila smiled and got to her knees and took his impressively thick cock into her mouth. He wasted no time grabbing the back of her head and forcing her mouth down his length. She sucked him hard, cupping his balls and gently caressing them. The more he forced her head down, the harder she squeezed, making him laugh.

She pulled away and slowly undressed, making sure to keep her pistol hidden in her boot. Her nubile body was glistening already with sweat. He looked at her lecherously as she climbed onto the bed and swung her leg over his body. She gently lowered herself onto his cock, feeling his every inch slide deep inside her.

She leant forward, resting her hands on his chest. She slowly started to ride him as he gripped her hips. She was ready for when his hand reached up and gripped her neck. He was known for being rough and used it to her advantage, leaning into his hand. As he gripped her neck, she gripped his, bouncing hard, her ass bouncing on his balls hard, hurting him as much as he was hurting her.

He didn’t seem to like that, so he pushed her off him and made her lie back. She laughed at him as he climbed on top of her, slipping his cock back inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he started to pound her with vigour. He once more gripped her neck, making her body go slightly limp.

Lila pushed his hand from her neck and pulled him close. She kissed him passionately, telling him to shoot his load. Talking dirty to him and making his head swirl. Her hand held his head close to hers. He tried to pull away, but she was surprisingly strong.

“Cum for me, shoot that load, I want to feel it all inside me.”

It was all too much for him, and he grunted into her neck as he started to cum. His body shook on top of her as his eyes closed in concentration. He moaned and whimpered, almost collapsing flat on top of her, slipping out of her.

Lila rolled them over, leaning forward and wrapping both hands around his neck. Frank looked up at her in shock as her hands slowly tightened around his neck.

“Donna Maria says goodbye.”

She smiled down at him, watching his eyes glaze over. Once the deed was done, she climbed off him and slowly got dressed. She made her way downstairs to find no one there, let herself out of the house, and vanished into the night.

oO0Oo

Don Alehandro Albanese sat in the lobby of one of the hotels he ran; he didn’t own it, but with his protection racket and his men coming in and out, he treated it like his own place. He sat drinking a glass of whiskey, savouring the taste as he did most days. He people-watched, looking for people he could extort or use to his advantage. Usually, there was nothing of note, but sometimes a rich businessman or a random man was having an affair, whom he could blackmail or take advantage of.

A gorgeous Latin brunette walked past him in a long leather coat. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, and when she was at the door leaving the hotel, she dropped something. She walked out without noticing, and Don Albanese quickly stood up to see what she had dropped.

Don Albanese picked up a small rectangular business card he turned it over in his hand, getting excited. If he had one secret that almost no one knew about, it was his fetish of being humiliated, used and abused, made to worship and admire a beautiful woman who had a hold over him.

As luck would have it, his regular mistress was ill, and here he was looking at a business card.

“Mistress Franchesca Vengatszo, your mistress, boss and lover.”

At the bottom were a phone number and an email address.

In reality, it was all set up; his regular mistress was now being hosted by Donna Maria and looked after by some of her men, with a promise that she would be well cared for in return for all the information she provided. The business card was strategically “dropped” on the premise that if Don Albanese didn’t pick it up himself, a concierge would hand it to him with a shrug.

Franchesca, Donna Maria’s second assassin, waited in the lush apartment provided to her and set up with everything a mistress would need. Franchesca had to wait a full day before the call came.

“Mistress Franchesca speaking. Yes, I know who you are; no, I don’t care if you are a Don. If you want to be my client, you will be a little shit like anyone else who wants to be under my spell. Yes, I will give you my address, but you’ll have to come alone. I will know if anyone accompanies you, and I will remove you from my presence immediately, understand?

After the call, Franchesca got herself ready, putting on a burgundy latex body and matching thigh-high boots, making sure the body was open to reveal her ample chest. She moved items about so that when her guest arrived, he would know what was in store for him. A gag and collar rested on the bed.

Finally, there was a knock on the door. A burly man stood beside Don Albanese and nodded at her. She smiled and invited the Don inside.

“Oh, don’t worry about him; he stays outside and is discreet. He’s there just in case some of my clients have some bright ideas; he is there for my protection as well as yours, as if I need it. He’s also the one to see if you came alone as instructed; we don’t want to get disturbed now, do we?”

She motioned for him to get undressed while she picked up the collar and leash from the bed. Once undressed, she attached the collar to his neck. She looked at him right in the eyes; she spoke slowly and authoritatively, all the time her hand cupping his balls, gently squeezing them.

“While you wear this collar, you are my slut, my bitch; you will do as you are told and will be punished for any infraction I deem fit. You will address me as Mistress Franchesca or Mommy. We will be using a traffic light system tonight: green, and I will keep going; yellow, and I will slow down and go easy on you; and red, I will stop and let you breathe.”

She squeezed his balls slightly harder, making him wince.

“Do you understand?”

He nodded.

She squeezed his balls even harder, making him cry, more from shock than pain.

“Yes, Mommy,” he cried out.

“Good boy. Okay, let’s see what we have.”

Franchesca let go of his balls and slowly walked around him, her hands slowly gliding over his body. Her hand cupped his butt, gently pushing a finger against his sphincter. As he moaned, she laughed.  

“I guess I’ll be using this ass quite a bit.”

She turned him around and pushed him onto the bed. She got to her knees in front of him and wrapped her hand around his cock. It was quite an impressive-looking cock, and she quietly admired it. Her hand gripped it hard, squeezing and slowly sliding it up and down.

Franchesca grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside counter and poured some onto his cock and some onto her hand. Slowly she started to jerk him off again, her hand gliding easily up and down his cock from the lube. With her spare hand, she gently started to play with his ass, her finger pushing slowly up against his sphincter, teasing him and making him groan.

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll gag you.”

Her fingers gently inched their way into his ass as she jerked him; the faster she jerked him, the deeper her fingers slid into his ass. Soon she was working his cock hard and fast and his ass at the same time. He was whimpering and trying his best not to scream or groan, which only made her laugh louder.

She smiled at him, biting her bottom lip as she jerked him off without mercy. She could feel his ass tighten around her fingers, making her jerk him and finger him harder. She let go of his shaft just before he erupted, his cum shooting over himself, making him groan loudly.

He let out a short, low scream in frustration as she let him have a ruined orgasm. His cock twitched, and she pinned both his hands to the bed, not letting him touch himself. She laughed at him, her cackle reverberating around the room.

She wrapped her hand around his cock once more, squeezing every last drop out of his cock. She moved over him, rubbing her cum-covered hand over his face. She laughed once more, an evil laugh.

She went back to his crotch and grabbed hold of his balls; as she squeezed with one hand, she started to tap at them, harder and harder till she was slapping them.

“No one gave you permission to cum. How dare you cum without my say-so. Tell me you are sorry for cumming without permission.”

He moaned and cried under his breath.

“I’m sorry, Mistress Franchesca; please, Mommy, I won’t do it again.”

His begging and his use of both the names she agreed upon made her smile. She held him by his legs and flipped him over.

“Okay, you are going to have to be punished. Stick that ass in the air. You need a spanking.”

He complied, sticking his butt into the air. Franchesca pushed some pillows underneath him to keep him propped up. She then spread lube all over his ass, making it glisten in the dimly lit room.

She walked in front of him so he could see as she pulled a small suitcase onto the bed beside him. He watched as she opened it, and he could see all sorts of things inside: a whip, a paddle, some sex toys, including a strap-on dildo that wasn’t so big but looked mean. She pulled the paddle from the case and slapped her hand with it with a crack. She laughed as she saw the fear in his eyes.

“We are going to count off in fours; every spank I give you, you will call out. One, two, three and four, then you will start again from one, understood?

He mumbled something, and she gave him a hard smack with the paddle, making him scream.

“Understood?”

“Yes, Mommy,” he cried.

“Good, so let’s start; count off with me.”

“One.”

She spanked his right cheek.

“Two.”

She spanked his left cheek.

“Three.”

The right cheek again.

“Four.”

The left cheek again.

She paused for a few seconds, and they started the count off again.

It lasted about three minutes, his ass getting a dark rosy colour. He was more or less crying by the end of it.

She walked out of the room and came back with baby oil; she had kept it in the fridge especially, and when she poured it over his ass, you could hear the sizzle. The cold oil was instantly soothing, and she slowly spread it over his ass.

Franchesca pulled out a glove and slowly pulled it onto her hand. With more oil, she slowly worked her fingers over and into his ass.  This time, she wasn’t happy with just one or two fingers and soon worked in a third, then a fourth.

Slowly, she fingered his ass, and she could feel it loosening up for her. She worked it for five whole minutes before she forced her thumb in alongside her fingers.  His body shook softly under her domination, and soon she was working her whole hand into his butthole.

The sound of squelching, moans and low whimpering echoed once more around the room. She could tell he was trying to keep the sound low, making her fist him harder. She watched mesmerised as her fist slid almost too easily into his ass, fully disappearing and then reappearing again as she pulled her fist out.

Franchesca pulled her fist from his ass and smiled at the gaping hole she left behind.

“Okay, my little slut, because you have been such a good boy, I am going to let you eat my ass.”

She unclasped the buttons at the crotch of her body, revealing her smooth pussy and round Latin ass. She grabbed him by his feet and twisted them, making him roll over. She climbed onto the bed and lowered herself onto his face. Her ass was a mere inch from his face, and she encouraged him to eat her out.

“Go on, my little bitch, eat that ass, stick that tongue deep in there.”

He pushed his tongue out as far as he could, sliding it over her sphincter, over her hole. As he licked her, she slowly moved her ass up and down on his tongue.  She reached forward, gripping his cock and slowly stroking him again. Her hand slid easily up and down on his shaft, feeling him breathe heavily beneath her. She started to grind her ass on his face harder, her ass covering his nose, meaning he could only breathe from his mouth as he ate her out.

As he did his best to breathe and eat her ass out as she liked, Franchesca started to skillfully and viciously jerk his cock. She squeezed his shaft as she pulled on it, making him squirm beneath her. Her hand slid up and down hard, almost punching his balls on the way down.

She could feel him squirm and felt his cock twitch in her hand. She let go just as her ass muffled his screams as he started to shoot his load once more. His cum shooting high in the air splattering her one-piece with his heavy load. Once more, his ruined orgasm made him frustrated, and he accidentally bit her ass.

Franchesca jumped off him and slapped his face hard. He cried out, more in shock than in pain. He almost cried as she walked in front of him and grabbed his balls hard and squeezed them until they turned blue. She started slapping them, making him cry out in pain.

“How dare you bite me. You are not in control here; I am. You are nothing but a worthless piece of shit. You are nothing, not even worth wasting my time on you.”

He started to cry physically, whimpering between sobs and begging for mercy.

“I’m sorry, Mommy. I didn’t mean to. Please stop, red. Please, red.”

Franchesca let go and took off her one-piece completely, leaving her just in her boots. She sat back on the bed and patted her lap. She instructed him to lie back and rest his head in her lap.

“Come suck and on mommy’s titties and I’ll massage your balls and make you happy again.”

Don Albanese lay back, tilting his head up, and clamped his mouth around one of Franchesca’s breasts. He closed his eyes and started to suck. Slowly, his tongue slid over her erect nipple, feeling its stiffness over his tongue. Franchesca’s hand cupped his balls, her hand fully lubed up, caressing his balls.

His balls were hot, red and sensitive from the beating they had gotten, and he moaned as the cold lube soothed them. Franchesca cradled his head as she gently caressed his genitals, his cock getting rock hard once more.

“My, you’ve cum twice already and are still getting rock hard for me. You must be eager to get fucked. Like I’ve said, you will never fuck me, but I’ll make sure to fuck you good. Your ass is already stretched for me.”

She pushed him away, went around the bed, and picked up her suitcase from the floor once more. Opening it up, he watched as she picked out a large, thick black dildo attached to a harness. She smiled at him as she pulled it on, tightening the strap and pulling it above her hips.

“Come be a good slut and suck my cock.”

She motioned him over and made him kneel in front of her. She held the back of his head, forcing the large plastic cock into his mouth. She started to move her hips, forcing it far into his mouth, making him gag.

“Yes, my little slut, suck this dick. It’s going to go deep into that ass, and we both know how much you enjoy your ass getting fucked. You're my closet sissy, aren’t you?”

She let go of his head, commanded he stand straight and spread his ass for her. She stood behind him, and with the aid of some of the oil at hand, she slowly inched her hard toy into his ass. He groaned and whimpered loudly as she started to move slowly behind him.

She held his hips and slammed against him, making him moan loudly, almost scream, as she stretched out his ass. She slapped his ass, laughing as she slammed without mercy.

“Stroke your cock. I want you to cum as I fuck you. I want that load. This time I'll let you touch as you cum, it’s the least I could do.”

He carried on moaning, reaching down and furiously jerking off. She encouraged him as the thick plastic toy slid easily in and out of his ass. Her hips moved furiously, the sound of their bodies hitting each other reverberating around the room.

His body started to shake once more, his ass tightening around the toy in his ass. She pushed the plastic cock deep into his ass and held him close. Her breasts pressed against his back, and she started to bite at his neck.

“Cum for me, you little slut. That’s it, boy; let loose.”

With a grunt and a groan, he started to shoot his load once more. This time, he kept stroking his hand, gliding up and down his shaft, barely visible.

Slowly, Franchesca pulled the toy from his ass with an audible pop. She gently pushed him down onto the bed and slowly walked away from him. She went over to the bedside table and opened the drawer. With Don Albanese still facedown, panting, she pulled a straight razor from the drawer.

Holding the razor, she sat on his back and pulled his head back. With one swift motion, the deed was done.

Franchesca claimed off his still body and walked into the adjoining bathroom and showered. She reentered the bedroom, slowly got dressed, picked up all her toys, and methodically placed them back in her suitcase.

She picked up her phone and dialled a number.

“The deed is done. Make sure a clean-up crew is here to clean up the mess… yes… make sure to dump the body where it can be found, preferably in another city, yes, keep him naked, make sure his bruises and his cum are intact. We want people to know he was sodomised, ruin his reputation at the same time.”

She hung up, gathered her things and walked out the door as if nothing had happened. She nodded to her bodyguard, and they walked down the stairs and out of the building.

oO0Oo

Giavana stood outside the compound of Don Bruno Sanatto. Don Sanatto was a careful old man and had doubled the guard of his residence. Word had already spread of the disappearance of Don Albanese and the death of Don Anizeppi.

Giavana had recruited a friend to seduce Don Bruno’s two bodyguards and kept them out of the way for the evening.

Giavana climbed a tree and silently dropped herself into the compound. She slowly walked to the back of the house, finding a trellis going up to the second-floor window. Looking in, she could see Don Sanatto sleeping in a large bed. Next to the bed sat a tray with a jug of water and a half-drunk cup.

Silently, she jimmied the window and let herself in. Silently, like a ghost, she walked over to the bed, looking over at the sleeping man. She looked at him with slight disgust and pity. She opened a small pouch from her pocket, pulling out a small pill. She dropped it into the cup, and with the back of a small pen sitting on a notepad near the cup, she mixed it until it dissolved.

The pill had been used before; it was untraceable and left no trace.

Giavana retraced her steps and climbed back out the window. She settled in a small bush beneath the window and got comfortable.

After an hour of waiting patiently, Giavana knew that her mission had been accomplished. At first, she could hear small coughs, then groans, then cries for help. She stood up and brushed herself off.

While the compound was in disarray, with all the guards running to the main house, Giavana scaled the back wall and into the night.

The deed was done; all three opposing Dons were dead.

oO0Oo

Donna Maria sat at her desk in her high-end Lingerie. Next to her, three gorgeous angels huddled close; they all kissed and petted each other. Her lips found theirs, as her hand touched and groped them.

“Girls, you have done the family and me a good turn that I will never forget.”

From the corner, Giancarlo stood watching, a cheeky smile spread over his face.

To Be Finished….