Slave to the Mafia's Son (Open to 1 Male)

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Ana Erkhart, a beautiful curvy blonde woman when not half beaten to death, was thinner than she had ever been and was afraid that her insides were starting to be eaten by her stomach. She had heard that was possible but didn't want to find out how true that was through personal experience. Of course, she had no choice in the matter, as she was no longer in control over anything in her life anymore. That had been made clear the moment she had been kidnapped in her sleep from her apartment and woken up in a cell of some sort over a week ago.

She had been given a loaf of bread and been told to eat it sparingly as she'd have to "earn" any more food on her back. She had screeched in protest and had thrown the loaf back at the huge black man and hissed, "I will never lay with anyone around here!"

"If you want to live, you will, slave," the black man spat back at her, and taking the bread, he left the room and shut off the light, leaving her in total darkness.

And that ended her first experience with the slaver's assistant.

The following week and a half was torture for Ana. It passed in a blur of pain and commands to bend the voice of command. Slowly the will to live dimmed and she obeyed every command she could, slowly as possible, but she did obey. They beat her often and had placed a tight black leather collar around her throat. They loved to choke her with it and would laugh as she fell on the stone floor.

Finally, one day, barely conscious, she heard the assistant say to the slaver, "She's obedient, quiet, and well trained, if a bit banged up. We don't want the life to be completely drained from her when we sell her. She'll be comatose for the bidding and she won't cause a scene." The slaver agreed and she was given fresh water for the first time since arriving at wherever she was at.

Ana looked up as the bidding started. They had announced her name and her last living location, which was in Atlanta, GA, and said that she was a pretty, very obedient little slut who loved to suck cock and swallowed quite well.

Coming to life, Ana stood up as much as she could, which wasn't much as she was chained to a post on a stage, and screamed as loud as she could, "That's not true! I've only sucked one cock in my life and that was ...." her vitriol was cut off by the slaver himself yanking on her chain and making her choke. The light slowly faded from her eyes again as she sat back down on the floor. What did she care about what lies they told them about her? she asked herself. She didn't hear the uproar that happened in the back as she was choked to compliance.

Ana had no idea that her burst of life had just saved her life and had renewed interest in her. One man, in particular, was very interested in her and her outburst. Short though it had been, it convinced him, if he'd had any doubts, of her youthful innocence.

((Whoever plays him must be able to play a sadist with a caring side.))
 
Giovanni looked at the thing in front of him. Her hair was once blonde, but had dulled to a grayish yellow. Her hips were beginning to take on the shape of the bones beneath them and her breasts had begun to sag, the space between them expanding with each day in the pit.

"Aboli," Giovani said to his hulking assistant. "I want you to feed her, wash her, and bring her to me."

Looking back before disappearing down the hallway to the elevator, he added, "And give her fresh linens before you bring her into my office."
 
Ana was released into Aboli's control and her collar was unlocked, thrown away. It didn't even register to her at first what was happening and then, slowly, still under the influence of drugs, she looked around for any exits as her hand was taken gently into a giant's hand. She hissed as one of his fingers scraped against a fresh cut.

"This way," Aboli beckoned, releasing her hand. He did not want to get on his friend's bad side by accidentally hurting her again.

Thoughts of freedom, dim though they had been, disappeared completely as Ana obediently walked along behind him. He led her to a large bathroom and drew her a bath, sat her down on the toilet to wait. Frowning at her, he stepped outside the room and ordered food.

As Ana waited for the bath to fill, the bath aromas stirred her senses and the light came back into her green eyes. Standing, she took off the rags she wore and stepped closer to the bath tub. Aboli, seeing this, smiled and filled the tub with bubbles. Cooing with delight, she popped the bubbles and got in the tub, yelping in pain and quickly getting back out. Aboli hushed her softly and soothed her with nonsensical words/sounds and she got back in. He gently washed her and when the food arrived with a knock, she looked around, fearful. He soothed her and got the food and fresh loose clothes.

Slowly she began to cry. When she was done, he took her from the tub and sat her gently on the toilet. Murmuring soothing sounds, reassuring her, Aboli dressed her and gave her a little food. After that he dressed her in a loose shirt and skirt. She whimpered in pain but bore it. The drug had worn off by now and she felt every ache tenfold.

"What happens now?" Ana asked him.

"Now I take you to the Boss," he said and she gulped, looking down. "Follow me." He led her a short distance and soon he was knocking on a door. Ana looked around as if for an escape, but it was too late, the door was answered and she was being ushered in. She gulped as she walked into the middle of an office and looked everywhere but at Him.
 
Giovanni looked at the creature brought before him. She looked more...human certainly, but also--daresay attractive.

"You may leave us Aboli," he said, rising from his desk to approach her.

The marble floor of his office was carpeted with a single blood-red runner along the length of the floor. The desk was made of the same marble and appeared built into the floor. The girls eyes darted from gold filigree to crystal knob, overwhelmed no doubt by the opulence of the room.

Taking her chin in his hand, he forced her eyes on his and spoke to her.

"Tell me your name child."
 
"A-ana Erkhart, Sir," she whispered and winced, her hands coming up to rub her sore throat. She whimpered in pain as her hands touched a sensitive spots, one of the areas where the slaver had loved to choke her at. Her green eyes full of fear and distrust, she tried to step back, but he wouldn't let her and finally she just closed her eyes as she waited for the first hit to come.

Her body was used to being hit and scraped and beaten no matter what she did, if she obeyed or if she fought, and she expected more of the same treatment from him. Then she remembered.

"Thanks for feeding me Sir, but if you expect a good cock sucker, you got the wrong girl."
 
Giovanni looked at the girl, shocked, before bursting into laughter.

"Do I expect a good cock sucker," he said, wiping away a genuine tear and leaning in close to Ana. "Doesn't everyone?"

He paced back and forth, stopping to laugh every now and again before addressing Ana once more.

"When I am finished with you, you will be the pinnacle of refinement and obedience. You will be a perfect...thing with a calling, and a purpose. You will become a treasure when I am done with you."

Giovanni then sat in his chair and produced a bottle of brandy from beneath his desk, along with a leather pouch.

"And for the record, when I am done with you, you will be an exemplary cocksucker."
 
Ana looked around, frightened to her soul of his laughter. It couldn't mean anything good for her, she thought, and wondered what exactly he meant by calling her a "thing", and a "treasure." She whimpered and rubbed her throat absently, scared by his words and needing to do something to escape. She went to the door and tried the knob, but it was locked. She banged on the door, uselessly, trying desperately to get out.

Ana cried silently as she pounded her fists and her head against the door. The guards standing on the other side of the door silently sympathized with her but didn't dare respond to her, knowing that if they did, it'd be their life.
 
"Please child," Giovanni began. "You don't want to struggle at this part."

Giovanni then opened the leather pouch and produced a small, stone bowl.
 
Ana eyed him in fear as she slowly approached, curiosity driving her to him surely as though a leash was pulling her to him.

"What's gonna happen to me, Sir?" she asked softly as she sat on the floor at his feet and curled up, eyes down.
 
"We're going to clean you up," Giovanni said.

He then removed a small, wide brush from the leather bag.

"Please lay down Ana. Right here. On my desk."
 
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Ana looked up at him for the first time voluntarily, and then she slowly obeyed. She half feared that this was a dream and that she would wake up back in the cell again, being beaten and choked into compliance.

She stood up and laid down on the desk, face down.

"I just bathed, Sir."
 
"Perfect," Giovanni said.

He then produced a small amount of chalky white power from the leather bag and emptied it into the bowl. After taking a shot of brandy for himself, he then mixed a small amount of water with the power. Finally, he took the brush and began stirring it into a paste.

"Please turn onto your back and spread your legs."
 
Ana whimpered in fear and eyed the substance he was mixing up in the bowl best she could while she turned over.

"Is that a numbing solution Sir?" A disturbing thought hit her and terror unlike she had ever felt pierced her. "Oh no, oh God no, please no, not there!" She trembled all over as she held her legs closed, but one look from him promised retribution and she spread her legs wide, slowly as possible, trying to hold off the inevitable painful piercing down there.
 
"No, why would you need to be numb," Giovanni said.

Once he'd whipped the cream into a consistency that he liked, he placed a generous amount on the brush and held it up in front of Ana.

"Now please. Remove your robe and lie down on the desk.
 
Ana kept still, her brain screaming danger even as she slowly started to obey. Standing up, she undressed and laid back down on the desk, face up as before.
 
Giovanni went immediately to work, first smearing her pussy with the thick, white cream. Then, he removed a straight razor from the leather pouch and began shaving her.

Once he had cleaned every strand of hair from her, he washed the brush off and began stroking her bare pussy with the wet bristles.
 
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