The Godfucker - Mafia Erotica

[Marie Lavallois]

Does any one else find mob movies incredibly sexy?

There is a scene in Godfather II in which Fredo's blonde, sexy wife is in this pink dress with a chiffon sash that floats along behind her as she dances with a men she is not married to. She is drunk, falling all over the place, and talking shit about Italians.

Fredo's brother Michael sends a thug over to Fredo who says, "If you can't control your wife, we will."

Fredo just stands there, drink in his hand, and nods.

Then, two thugs take the blonde off of the dance floor.

Is anyone interested in co-authoring what happened to the blonde after that? Let me know.

Here's her picture Fay

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Mario "Bear" Armondo:

The Godfather was very annoyed with how Fredo's wife was behaving and with Fredo not being able to control her. He motioned me over and quietly said, "Mario, since Fredo can't control his slut wife I want her taught a lesson.
"I want you and someone you pick to take her whereever and treat her like a slut since she wants to act like one grinding her pussy into every man she dances with and rubbing her tits on them too.
"I also want you to give her a lesson in discipline and obedience. You may do anything to treat her like a slut whore and teach the lesson except permanently mark her or disfigure her. Anything else it acceptable, anything Mario.
"When you bring the slut back when you've finished with her I expect her to act like a lady in public. If Fredo wants a slut, a whore in private that's up to him, but in public she'll be the perfect lady or you make sure she knows that next time the lessons won't stop short of marking her whore's body in a very perment way."

"Yes Don Carlo," I reply respectfully, bow slightly and go off to find my 'assistant'.

Along the way I detour to the dance floor, take her arm and whisper into her ear. She blanches as she listens, looks at me naked fear in her eyes then she looks at the Don.

Her head drops, her shoulders slump and she walks along with me, my hand on her upper arm fingertips on the nerves on the insides of her bicep just in case, but I could feel her trembling and knew that there'd be no problem with her.

My whispered, "The Don says come with me.
He says if ya don't I'm to make you scream and beg right her in front of all of these people as I hurt you.
He says you're to scream what a slut you are and beg to be taught to be a better and proper wife and I can hurt you any way I want until you're doing it so make it easy on yourself and just come along quietly."

Background: I'd gotten the nickname Bear because I'm build like one. I'm just over six feel tall and have the natural physique and strength of a very big and very, very strong man in the prime of his life. My hair is black as is my beard if I let it grow and the hair on my very broad chest.

There's a layer of softness over the muscles, but no one's ever made the mistake of thinking I'm just a fat guy. No one. I earned my "bones" in my teens and have worked for the family ever since working my way up from just being muscle to taking out those the Don felt needed whacking to now doing 'special projects' like this for him.


OOC: I'll locate Bear's assistant, okay?

 

[Marie Lavallois]

The heels of Fay’s pink satin pumps sunk into the lawn as Mario pulled her away from the party at the shore of Lake Tahoe. Silently, she cursed the day that Fredo walked into the MGM’s “Star Studded Topless Review.” Being a wiseguy, he was able to get back stage, no problem. He stopped her by grabbing her arm as she ran to her dressing room, breasts bouncing, costume (calling it a costume was a stretch, really, it was feathers and a g-string) half stripped off in preparation to change for the next number. And now, Mario had her in the same arm lock.

So many people had been invited to the party that the cars were parked up onto the lawn. As usual, feds were there taking down license plate numbers. She saw one of them among the Cadillacs and Lincoln Town Cars. He wore a dark fedora pulled down low over his forehead.

This is my last fucking chance, Fay thought.

She took a deep breath, filling her lungs so full that her tits strained against the stays of her girdle. “HELP ME!! HE IS GONNA KILL ME!!! YOU GOTTA HELP!!!”

He still had his thick fingers on the nerves on the insides of her bicep. With one squeeze, he sent daggers of pain down her arm. She fell. Her knees ground the hem of her expensive pink dress into the dirt. But she kept screaming her head off until the hand clamped over her mouth.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Mario "Bear":

Hand over her mouth he growls into your ear as he pulls you to your feet by the arm he's gripping, "Ya stupid cunt that'll cost ya and if the boys don't head off the fed you'd better be fucking sure you convince him it was just as joke to make him lose track of which car's he'd done.
"Don't know how he got in here since it's private property, but you fucking well better convince him or you'll be screaming for hours ya dumb bitch.
"This lil stunt will really piss off the Don."

 

[Steiner]

Fast Eddie

Edward Alfonso Rimaldi had a thing for cars, and for years he'd been one of the Dons greasemonkeys, working behind the scenes making concealed compartments and generally ensuring that the boys had cars which were untraceable and sweet running. It wasn't a glamorous job, but Eddie came from a part of town that didn't have a lot of experience with glamorous and three squares and some beer money was the height of his aspirations.

That had all changed yesterday night, when the family had found itself short a driver in a turf battle turned ugly. Eddie had stood in at short notice and it turned out he was actually pretty good behind the wheel as well as under the hood. Today was his first day as a wiseguy, he'd been given his wiseguy name by the Don this morning. The Consigliari had sent him to Tony the Needle down on Metcalf street with enough dough for his wiseguy suit and now he had his first wiseguy job - driving for Bear.

Eddie squirmed a little on the leather bench seat up front and looked in the rearview mirror - he'd hoped the suit and haircut would make him look dangerous like the other fellas, but instead he looked like a scared, gangly, kid with a decent haircut and clothes. Swell, he thought sarcastically.

Suddenly a dames voice cut through the air and Eddie jumped, hitting his head on the roof of the car. The G-Man who had been noting license plates (Eddie had laughed at the thought that ANY of them were original or had been used on a job!) seemed to straighten up and head towards... ...towards where he had sworn he'd seen Bear emerging from a doorway, dragging somebody. Swell, nothing like an easy first night on the job...

Suddenly Bear looked meaningfully at Eddie (who was watching him in the rearview mirror) and nodded at the approaching G-Man. It was plain that something was going on, and that Bear wanted him to head off the cop! Eddie opened the drivers door and, full of dread, headed after the officer, calling out to get his attention.

"Errrr... Excuse me Officer, is there a problem I can help you with?" he said, wincing as his voice cracked slightly instead of coming out movie star smooth.

OOC: Hope Fast Eddie meets with everyones approval!

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Mario "Bear":

Hand still over Fay's mouth I walked slowly away toward the woodline when "Fast" Eddie headed off the Fed. Eddie kept him busy until we were inside the woods and I turned us so we were heading for the cabin, in a direction other than the last one the Fed had seen us going.

"I'm gonna take my hand off your mouth Fay. One sound louder than a whisper and my fist in your gut will teach you to be quiet. Got that?"

 

[Marie Lavallois]

"Awwww, fuuck youuu!" Fay drunkenly drawled out. But her profanity was quiet enough to keep from getting a punch in the gut.

Her feet kept slipping on the pine needles that covered the ground in the woods. She was still holding an empty champange glass. It slipped from her fingers and fell silently to the ground.

"Lemme go, I can walk." Mario let her go and she instantly stumbled a little. Turning to face him she said, "Come on, Mario, it doesn't have to be like this? We can be friends, huh?" The moonlight cast a silver shadow over her fair hair.

Mario kept walking towards the cabin. When she didn't follow quick enough, he grabbed her by the back of the hair. She figured out where he was taking her, the cabin.

"Aw shit," she moaned mornfully. "Aw, no, NOOOOOO."

His fist quickly connected with her gut. Fay had to be carried the rest of the way.




OOC: Welcome fast Eddie

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Mario "Bear":

The loud "Nooo" was cut off as if with a knife when his fist sunk into her gut driving the air from her lungs in an explosive grunt. She doubled over as her hand covered her belly and sank to her knees gasping, trying to refill her lungs.

Bear effortless scooped her up and dropped her onto his shoulder, again she grunted and lost her breath. He carried her the few hundred feet to the cabin, unlocked it's door with a key, only he and the Don had them, and carried her inside.

He crossed the room and dumped her off his shoulder onto the large bed with the hard mattress and once more her breath whoosed out as she landed.

The cabin has no windows and a three inch thick solid wood door. It's walls are eight inch thick logs and there's a double layer of insulation sandwiched under the roof. It's totally sound proof.

Bear walks back and closes the door and locks it. Fast Eddie will knock when he arrives. Then he turns to the bed and growls in his gravely voice, deep as Barry White's, "You have two minutes to strip Fay or I'll rip every thing off your body until you're naked anyway and it'll hurt more if I do it I promise 'cause I ain't gonna be gentle about it.
"Now strip bitch. Right Fuckin' Now," and he looks at his watch.

 

[Steiner]

Fast Eddie

What a nightmare! The Fed had been difficult to convince, but by the time they'd gotten to where Bear had been there was no sign at all that anything was amiss.

Muttering the G-Man stalked off, back to his car - his cover blown. Eddie breathed an exagerated sigh of relief and slumped against a nearby wall. Bear was nowhere to be seen, although he'd headed off towards the cabin. The Consigliari had told him to go see Bear and let him know he was his new driver, but he didn't want to interrupt the guy if he was busy.

Pondering things Eddie headed back to the car to lock it up. Five minutes later he'd made his decision - better to risk annoying Bear than annoying the Don! He straightened his hat and took the circituitous route that led to the cabin.

 

[Marie Lavallois]

“You . . . .” She forgot what she was about to say, or thought better of it.

Fay kicked her shoes off and worked the zipper on the side of her dress at the same time. There were some hooks and eyes at the top, just under her arm, so she had to struggle awkwardly with those. The pink chiffon dress fluttered to the ground.

One Minute

Dames back in those days always wore a girdle under their clothes, even Fay, who didn’t need one. But she always poured herself into one two sizes to small for her that cinched her waist small and let her tits pour out the top. She always had the surreal curves of a blow-up doll. The girdle she had on was a pinkish-beige, the color of a nipple, and went to her hips where it ended in straps that connected to the tops of her stockings. To get out of it, she had to twist her arms behind her back and undo all of the hooks herself.

One Minute Thirty Seconds

Fredo had helped her get into it, and he usually helped her get out of it. She didn’t dare ask for Bear’s help.

Two Minutes

She only had the top of the girdle undone. Stockings and Panties still on. Shit! She watched Bear rush her.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Mario "Bear":

He crossed the room from door to bed in four long strides and grabbed hand fist full of her long hair and used it to literally lift her to her feet as he growled low, quietly and menacingly, "Fight back bitch and I'll hurt you even more." as he free hand pushed between the opened top of the girdle and her body heedless of and pain he may be causing her.

His fist closed and he began yanking on the girdle. Fay's body was yanked and jerked about as Bear jerked and pulled and one at a time the closures broke or popped open letting him force his hand further and further down toward her panty covered pussy.

The yanking and jerking pulled the big fist full of hair but he ignored all of the noises the made as it felt as if the hair was being pulled out by the roots.

At last with one final heave the girdle snapped around her body as the final part holding it closed broke open. Bear turned his hand over and, like a weight lifter, curled it up and up until the garters ripped free of the nylons. By then Fay's feet were off the floor and her toes were curled into little fists by the tension on her stocking.

The girdle was pitched across the room and his hand smacked against her crotch with a meaty *Splat* when she landed on her feet again and spread her legs to catch her balance. His fingers bent and his hand closed on the panel of panty over her pussy gathering fabric and soft curly hair all into his fist.

This time it didn't take repeated yanks to get her panties off. The waistband and leg elastic popped as he again lifted her from her feet about three feet from the floor, let her drop and all of her weight was stopped by the panties, until they ripped apart that is.

They were also tossed away and soft hair fluttered to the floor as Fay shrieked and screamed as the pain of losing a handful of pussy hair streaked through her body.

"Told ya it'd hurt more if I did it ya dumb bitch."

 

[Marie Lavallois]

He looked down at the scattered pussy hairs on the floor, blonde. So she was all natural.

Fay still had her stockings on, and she didn't bend to remove them. She just stood there, arms crossed, trying to hide herself. Quick as a football tackle, he threw her shoulder into her. She fell back onto the floor easy, limp like a doll. Bear grabbed one foot in each hand and pulled at the sheer nylon. But she had been sweating as she danced. The stockings didn't come off so easy.

He placed one, expensively shod foot on her bared pussy and used it to hold her hips firmly to the hard wood cabin floor. Then, he jiggled the stockings until the slid off. When he was finished, her legs fell back to the floor with a 'thud.'

 

[Steiner]

Fast Eddie

Eddie was dreading his trip to the cabin to join up with Bear. He had seen the woman's frightened face and knew that something grim was going on in the woods - the question was what?

The G-Man had finally gone on his way though, and so Eddie had no more reason to dally. He trod the path through the dark wood nervously, wondering what was waiting for him at the other end of the path. Were they going to have to whack the dame?

Soon the path up to the cabin was visible - Eddie stepped up the pace, determined not to make an idiot of himself in front of Bear. As he walked the last distance to the cabin door, he practiced his best wiseguy sneer.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Mario "Bear":

"Now slut crawl over her like a bitch and start to undress me like a slut or whoor stripping the guy she's dying to have fuck her bowlegged who she hopes will have her screaming like a Banshee when he makes her cum."

He looks at his watch and continues, "You have five minutes before the pain starts ta get me undressed and suck me hard slut. So ya's better get busy and be a good cocksuckering whoor 'cause I gonna try ta keep it from happenin'. "

 

[Marie Lavallois]

Her fingers flew to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. The tie slid from his neck. She got behind him to ease his jacket and shirt off of his shoulders. It was gonna waste a little time, but the hung the jacket up on the back of a chair. She knew how wiseguys were about their clothes, and Bear was dressed in the best, a dark suit that rolled over his muscles like it was custom fitted.

In front of him, she dropped to one knee and frantically untied his shoes. They went to the chair too, neatly set side by side on the floor in front of it. Standing behind him, she wrapped her arms around his waist, un buckled his belt and unzipped him. Fredo was so skinny, a pole of a man. But Mario, Bear, had a thick waist and chest that totally filled her arms. The tips of her breasts brushed against his back as she carefully let his suit pants fall to the ground. When he stepped out of them she ran to the chair and laid them carefully so that they wouldn’t wrinkle. She even pulled the belt out of its loops and hung it around a bedpost.

Fay ran back to Mario, stepping on her dress and the torn remainder of her underwear. In front of him, she dropped to her knees. One piece of clothing remained, boxers made of fabric that felt like silk to her. Her hands reached up to his sides. Her fingers curled inside of his waistband. For one moment, she felt dizzy. Her body swayed back and forth. The only sound in the room was the barely-audible tick of his watch’s second hand.

In one movement she pulled his boxers down and leaned forward. When her husband’s cock was soft, it shrank so much that it appeared to be little more than a button of flesh. But this cock in her face now, even soft, hung down to the end of his balls. It fit all the way into her mouth though. Her chin rested against his sac. Her nose nestled in his curly dark hairs.

The swaying came back, a feeling of sinking down into water. To keep herself afloat, she wrapped her arms around him. One hand circled to the back of his ass. She pulled his pelvis toward her, inviting him deeper into her mouth. Her other hand dropped lower, to stroke that smooth place at the back of his balls.

When she blew her husband, Fredo, she kept his dick in her mouth just long enough to shut him up about it. The whole time she would be thinking, “he pees with this thing!” But with Bear, she knew she should keep going until he told her she could stop. She let her lips slide back a little, then sucked harder as her lips slid down his shaft.

True to his word, something he did or thought kept it soft. Still holding on to him with one arm, she used her other hand to gently close around the base of his cock. She jacked him with one hand while her mouth worked his tip with kisses and licks.

Still nothing.

She got her face dirty with the sweat of his crotch as she rolled his cock over her cheeks. Then, she ran the tip round and around her lips, like it was a big tube of lipstick in a color she craved.

“Oh Please,” she thought.

Her five minutes were up

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

"Bear"

"Well slut you lose. Time's up. Gimme the nyons you wore."

When she's gotten them, "Now turn around cunt. Arms behind you. Remember what I said about 'fighting' wit me."

She hesitantly turns and puts her arms behind her. Wrists are tied with one nylon and the other is used to tie her elbows together. They're pulled together until they toucn in the middle of her back and tied that way. Now her shoulders are pulled back and her chest sticks way out pushing out her grade a large and firm tits and she has no way to cover herself.

Her hair is used to toss her onto the bed on her back. She's pulled back and down umtil her head is at the side of the bed.

"Open up whoor. I'm gonna use my belt on her slut's tits and pussy until ya suck me hard so's I can fuck ya. Maybe that'll teach ya to do as yer told and remind ya what a cocksucking slut, whoor ya are," he says as he picks up the belt you'd draped over the footboard in his huge hand and doubles it over.

 

[Marie Lavallois]

As he commanded, she opened up her legs, pointing her toes to opposite sides of the bed.

About sucking him hard, part of her understood, and part of her didn't. The part that didn't opened her mouth to scream. The part that did started sucking as soon as his cock was in it.

She lay there, her head upside down, cock in her mouth.

WHAP -- the belt smacked down onto her pussy.

Her back arched, thrusting her ribcage up and her pussy back. She sobbed, he felt the vibrations on his cock.

She didn't know what she felt. Pain, yes, but along with it something else.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Mario "Bear":

The first lash of the belt on her slutty pussy was some what softened by the pussy hair covering it so the next swings were at her thrust out titties.

*Thwack!* *Thwack!* The thin leather strip struck the inner swells of her cleavage on each tit making them bounce even more and leaving a red stripe and growing welt behind and pain flared in each tittie and shot through her body as Bear pushed more of his very thick, very hard meat into her cocksucking mouth and growled in his gravely voice, "Lick and suck hard whoor or ya'll be fuckin' A sorry."

 

[Marie Lavallois]

She did exactly as he commanded, licked and sucked, drawing her tongue from the base of his cock to his tip and then pulling it back into her mouth with a strong suck.

Fay had that pale kind of skin that gets blochy when she used the wrong kind of soap. Each lash of the belt became a raised, bright red welt, a map of his rage on her body.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Mario "Bear":

"Suck it hard ya whoor. Make my cock hard enough to hammer nails slut." *Thwack!* *Thwack!* The outsides of both tittie are lashed.
*Thwack!* *Thwack!* The tops of both titties are welted next.

"Suck hard ya cocksucking slut bitch." *Thwack!* *Thwack!* The next two lashes cross two hard nipples to the belt curls around the large firm bouncing tits to welt the undersides of both tits as well as make the nipples swell larger than ever before and are filled with pain.

Now both breasts feel as if lines of fire mark them as she sucks as hard as she can after she finishes screaming with my cock in her mouth. The vibrations feel fuckin' A great.

 

[Marie Lavallois]

Tears, stained black with the thick eye make-up she always wore, began to stream down the sides of Fay's face. Her arms ached from being tied to far back, and her tits felt bigger, swollen.

She thought to herself, "aw shit, I'm such a miserable slut for getting myself into this . . . and . . . for . . . "

*Thwack!* *Thwack!* He moved his lashes lower, to the insides of her open thighs, a new pain.

Her lips stayed on his cock as if they were glued. It got too big to fit in her mouth all at once. Soon, she knew that this was no needle-prick like her husband's. This was a giant cock to match the giant man.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Mario "Bear"

"I'll give ya a choice slut. *Thwack! across a nipple again amking it swell bigger and throb more* I think slut's shouldn't have no hair on their pussies. *Thwack! on a pussy lip*
"I think their pussies should be bare so anyone lookin' can see it clear and know they're sluts.
"Sooo *Thwack! the outside of the other tit leaving another welt*,
I'll let ya decide whore. Do ya shave it or do I pull it all out by hand?" *Thwack! across the other nipple again*

*Thwack! down the other pussy lip this time*

He watches as she writhes and squirms trying to avoid the pain that the belt is causing her, the agony and the welts that are blooming and throbbing on her hot showgirl body and her big firm tits.

When she doesn't answer the belt swings again *Thwack! right down the slit of her pussy so the leather strikes her clit, cunt's mouth and asshole.

"I asked ya a question slut whore. Shave it or have it pulled out which will it be?
"I'd like either one. Watching as you shave your whoor's pussy for me or watchin' and listenin' to ya was I pull it all out, but either way it's gone bitch."

 

[Marie Lavallois]

She had to take her mouth off of his cock to reply.

"I, I, I'll shave, th . . th . . . then."

He rolled her over and broke the stockings she was tied up with. Releasing her hurt more than getting bound.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Mario "Bear":

"Good. Like see a slut turn herself into what she is," he says as he uses your hair to get you to your feet then lead you to a bathroom.

He sits you on the commode and takes a pair of scissors from under the basin and hands them to you saying, "Try anything stoopid with 'em and like the last guy who did you'll find 'em up your ass bitch.
"Now trim your pussy." Then he unties you so you can do as he's said.

He gets out a razor and lays it on the basin and turns on the water then stands, leaning on the wall, and watches you.

 

[Marie Lavallois]

The thick walls of the cabin kept sound from getting out. In the quiet of the bathroom, it was obvious that it also kept sound from coming in. Mario opened and closed the scissors to demonstrate as well as intimidate. They made a crisp sound, louder than anything in the room, of sharp metal grinding against sharp metal.

Mario held them by the handle as he handed them over. Fay had to grip the sharp, pointed end first.

Sitting on the commode, she spread her legs wide and balanced her feet on the points of her toes. Fay combed her fingers through the fair hairs at her pussy, pulling them away from her skin. The scissor blades sliced through them. The sound was less crisp this time, muffled by the hairs of her muff. She trimmed the triangle of hair at the top easy enough. Then, she carefully pulled her lips apart and held the hairs from one pussy lip far to the side. The sight of the blades so close to the pink pussy flesh made her nervous. Her hand shook. Plus, the alcohol still swirled through her blood. She closed the scissors again, but missed. The blades cut a slash in the white flesh of the thick of her thigh.

“Ahhh!” She screamed in shock.