Unexpected encounter (only Obuzeti &Kililia)

[Kililia]

Matteo Buramina had been renown for taking over the territories and beginning a blood war that lasted a month before being sentence to prison for 15 years. After his release, his first action was to beginning reclaiming his territories which took few weeks due to his resources and connection. As everything came in order, he reopen his old strip club as he plan to make quick cash and open a restaurant as a front to his real business.

One evening as he stepped out of his office, he heard a commotion near the poles. He found a young woman pulling a stripper :
Camelia replied:" Cindy, get the hell off that damn pole! We going home now!"
Cindi stumbled down and looked at her sister: " Camelia stop it...you do not understand...you have to leave before the boss gets here..."

He recognized Cindi, the young woman that began as a waitress for his strip club, till he found she stole 10 000$ for her junky boyfriend.Matteo Buramina was kind enough to offer her a chance to be a stripper till they remade the money, her boyfriend stole. Instead of selling her into a prostitute market as punishment, luckily she landed on a good day. Though he did get the boyfriend killed and took back the cash that was not spent on drugs.

Camelia was quite petite, 5'1 , to be exact, she wore a pair of black jeans and and blue top that accentuated her dark blue eyes. She had long raven hair down to her waist as she threaten to call the cops as the bouncers appeared. She obviously was younger than Cindi yet he guessed she was the sister that took all the responsibility which Cindi spoke of while begging for mercy.

 

[Obuzeti]

Cozen had an unusual clientele. The bar was elusively located a few streets behind the local college campus, which Matteo had correctly deduced as the easiest source of income, both from the endless stream of cocky trust-fund students and the construction crews that worked on the endless projects he arranged on the campus, funneling money from public projects into academic "progress" that he profited by the millions from. It was a deal that he made buckets from both ways, and as a bonus it was a long step towards white-collar crime and the steady life that his boss before him, Francisco, had managed to achieve.

Cindi was the bonus he'd culled from one of those trust-fund lushes: a curvaceous raven-haired girl that worked the pole like she was fucking it, and despite her protests genuinely enjoyed stoking the fires of the men that watched her every night. It helped that he had a strict policy about staff: they went home with who they wanted. Strictly as a matter of business he kept prostitution and the bar separate, run through another service entirely. That all the girls kept their john on speed-dial was an happy coincidence, of course. She took home who she wanted, made money, and never had to fear any unwelcome surprises while under his watch.

Business is best when all parties are happy. It only has to get messy as a last resort. He has learned, now, moved past the bloodthirstiness of his youth.

Given that separation, he's a little surprised to see an equally beautiful young lady pulling Cindi off the stage in the middle of her performance. He gestures from his dim corner booth, and a pair of stage security lay hands on them both, guiding them firmly towards the backstage entrance while the next act, a bodacious redhead, struts up as a replacement, her sweat more from nerves at the unexpected disturbance than exertion. Matteo slips into the exit behind the bar and moves backstage as well, into the VIP room.

The VIP room is very simple: it has two lushly cushioned chairs, a pole, and an unassuming box near the back with a variety of useful aids should a girl sucker a mark into paying up. The lights are dim and red, and the room is draped in shadow that make features difficult to distingush and remember.

Matteo steps in through the back door and folds his hands behind his back. The bouncers, big, broad-shouldered men with firm clasps on the sisters' shoulders, keep them from turning to face him - a precaution, and a useful psychological tool. He waits a handful of seconds, letting the silence linger.

"Cindi," he says, soft. "Would you care to introduce this young lady beside you? I don't believe I've had the pleasure of her acquaintance, yet."

His voice is low, hoarse. A scar that arches across his throat has left it permanently soft. His raised voice is an ugly shriek, but he hasn't done that in years. It did a wonderful job in teaching him to hold in his ugly temper.

 

[Kililia]

Cindi wanted to strangle her sister for causing a ruckus into the club, she just barely manage get on the boss good side and been working her ass off to start working off her debt. She had missed class to speed up in hope to pay back the debt, taking many guys at hotels, she manage pay 1/4 of her debt so far and manage to stay on her boss good side.

Camelia was furious as she finished work to find the school principle message informing her if Cindi missed one more class that Cindi would failed or even kicked out of class. A class which Camelia was paying out of her pocket, she could barely scramble to pay rent and basis necessities and now this bullshit from her older sister. She was already so tired from working two jobs and all she wanted was no drama yet somehow her older sister cause more drama than a 12 year old.

Cindi paled at the sound of her boss voice: " ummm...sir, it won't happen again...i swear....she is my sister and she doesn't know...what she doing...please...i can fix up this mess...i mean...i ...i...i just get her back home and return on stage... i ju..."

Camelia tried to pull away from the bouncer's grip as she was starting lose her patience with all this drama: " I dont give a fuck, who the fuck you are...This is what is gonna happen, my sister is quitting this job and we are going home. You even fucking think of preventing us from leaving and i will call the cops and fuck up your business, understood ? "

Cindi panicked: " she, didn't, mean, it...she didn't....she doesn't know you and this...she is naive...please...just let me bring her home...i can fix..."

Camelia glared to her sister: " The only thing you need to fix, is yourself and go to the damn classes, i am fucking paying for and not be some fucking stripper! Obviously not good enough to pay the damn bills, so we going home and you getting your shit together!" *She cursed as her stomach growled, she was so upset she forgot to eat her cereal bowl cause thats all she could afford for herself lately with her sister extra class which she was not attending*

Cindi: " Please be quiet, Camelia...please dear god...stop talking!!"

 

[Obuzeti]

Matteo hums in comprehension. "I am convinced of your candor in this matter, miss Cindi," he says, magnanimous, momentarily ignoring the fire-spitting younger sister. For all of her offensive bile, she is not one of his, or his employees. There is an order to be observed in these matters. "However, I am not fond of these kind of disturbances. They invite inquiries I dislike. Therefore, I will require this matter to be - resolved."

He nods to the two bouncers. "Enrico, Montague, if you would have them assume the position."

With brute force the pair of men simply press Cindi and Camelia down to their knees and then plant a boot apiece on the back of their calves, pinning them in place. Their arms are wrenched up above their heads and tied with their wrists behind their heads by a length of silk, which is then looped around the sisters' heads into a blindfold and wristbind both. It's an economic way of conducting hostile interviews, he's found.

Both sisters now anchored and bound in place, Matteo paces past them and seats himself in a chair past them both, gazing over both of them. Cindi's skimpy stage attire - a pair of pasties on a pert pair of breasts, and a g-string that rides up in between the globes of her ass - is the more obviously salacious of the sisters, and he's made use of her services in the past. The other sister is wearing just a pair of jeans and a top, but it's obvious even through the fabric that she's the fuller-figured of the sisters with wide hips and heavy breasts.

Also, she's fucking mouthy.

Matteo taps a finger on the arm of his seat and nods to Enrico, the bouncer behind this young bitch. "Acquaint her with her situation, if you would. Twenty will be sufficient."

Enrico takes a loop of the silk that binds Camelia's hands and head, and winds it down and around her throat. Then, gently, he pulls it tight. The fabric and effort involved is soft enough that it won't bruise, but he's had a dozen men and women strangled in precisely this way before - clean and efficient. Enrico will hold the choke for twenty seconds and then release.

"Cindi," he says, soft. "You've been prompt about paying your debts. I am willing to simply extract the price of her disrespect from her with no further effect on your own prospects, but I imagine you would find the results - distasteful. Tell me; how would you see this affair ended?"

The soft sounds of Camelia choking fill the room. Neither of them can see each other, but Matteo imagines hearing your sister suffocated would cause a little panic.

 

[Kililia]

Camelia curse as they force her in position, struggling to break free in vain as the bouncer easily restrained her in place. Panic filled her mind as they easily bound and blindfolded her and easily began chocking her. She struggled as she panicked as she could not break free of their hold. She swore to herself, she would kill them if she got away in one way or the other.

Cindi was shaking in tears knowing her sister spoke as no one would ever dare knowing who he was in this area. She was well aware that this man could easily get away with killing them or just disappeared as one of the latest girl that cost them a deal this week. She looked up shaking like a leaf: " please...Mr. Buramina...dont hurt her...she did not know about all this...She just angry at me....for causing her trouble again..."

Cindi knew her boss would never date one of his own gals as he seem look for something good. One thing she knew for sure was how to safe her own ass and know how to regnonize what her customer wanted from her which made her a great hooker with regular customers.

She glance at her sister and hated to do this to Camelia but it was the only idea she had in mind: " My sister bight be a pain but she is a "good girl"... she always watch over us and loyal...hell she so busy taking care of me, she has no time for herself...even to even date..." She hesitated to speak up of such matters knowing it was none of her business: " Look, i heard you looking have a good woman at your side....you can't have better than my sister...hell she is still a virgin and never even dated anyone...you could like make her your woman"

Camelia eyes widen hearing her sister try sell her off to this maniac that had a bouncer strangle her while he spoke casually. She gasps loudly as the bouncer released her neck after 20 seconds, she tried catch her breathe: " never! "

The bouncer looked up at his boss to decide what to do with her. Camelia hissed as she could not break free, while her sister was trying convince this man to make her his woman. She wanted to kill her sister at that very moment.

Cindi knew even her boss would see the potential in Camelia to be a good wife since she never known a man's touch and even knew how to go on a date. Hell he would not have to have doubt if the child be his unlike all the women that work with him. Cindi knew her boss would only pick a woman that would not ruin his imagine by bad behavior and could train her be a good wife.

 

[Obuzeti]

Matteo huffs, a soft exhalation of amused breath. It can barely be heard over Camelia's gasps for air as she tries to catch her breath, then her spat curses.

"What man takes a viper into his bed?" he replies. "What man builds a house on treacherous ground? What I hear from her are hisses and the rattle of a woman's ire. Why would I shelter this beneath my roof, claim it as my own, when all I can expect in turn is spite and any sting she could slide into my flesh? You say she is loyal, but if she loathes me now. Should I turn her to my cause, then her dedication and prior loyalties are proven frail. In point of fact, the only tie that binds her to me at this point is - you."

He turns to her sister, reaches forward, and tilts Camelia's chin up with a single finger. "I will explain the situation that you are in, for your benefit. Listen."

"Your sister owes me a sum of money - seven thousand dollars. She is working to pay it off, and has done so without involving you. This has my approval."

"You have come, now, uninformed and unintroduced, demanding things of me and my employee, rancid and offensive."

"I can have your car driven to Idaho and sold to a used car lot there, leading the police on a wild chase that will last for months while you remain at my disposal. I can have a ticket to Honduras in your name forged and let you vanish there, presumably a victim of the cartels. I can have you strangled right here, and arrange through a contact at the local department to have a troublesome man framed for your murder. I am not a kind man and you have trampled upon my courtesies, which are all that support the thin thread of your life, now."

Matteo lets his hand drift down and gently pull on the silk length, drawing it just tight enough to make Camelia's breath uncomfortable. "If what you wish is for you and your sister to leave here alive, then it would be wise to cease provoking me."

 

[Kililia]

Camelia glared up at him as he lifted her chin and reluctantly listened, she glanced back at Cindi in disbelief. She should of known this was related to something foolish her sister had done once more. She lowered her gaze as she began to calm down and realizing her own mistake of coming here while in rage.

She looked up horrified at him as he describe several ways of making them disappeared and even willing to place the blame on an innocent man. She took a deep breathe and began using her brain instead of her emotion . She hated the fact that she had nothing to bargain with to get out of this horrible mess. She wince as he pulled on the silk as she glance back at her sister a moment.

Cindi whimpered softly knowing all the scenario described were possible as he was a man well feared among his own,

Camelia looked up at him: " i dont want trouble...i just want to return home with my sister...and forget we ever cross path...i wont call the cops or cause trouble...just let us go" * She plan to freaking leave the city once they left that room knowing this just gotten to dangerous thanks to her sister ability to hangout with wrong people*
Cindi was glad her sister was finally calm enough to be civil and hope her boss forgive them and just let them leave for the night and could continue her job to repay. She hoped the boss forget the idea of making Camelia his woman, knowing they might never be able get away from him.

Camelia glared at her sister before looking at him: " i can get another job to repay what she stole from you..."

 

[Obuzeti]

Matteo gazes upon Camelia for a long moment, and then smiles. It's a slow, unpleasant sort of thing.

"What you have cost me is not money," he murmurs, low. "What you have cost me is respect, woman, and this is the greatest currency of all. What master of my house am I if people of no consequence can bull in, disrupt my business, and throw fits, like I am some common businessman? If a man does not rule by respect or fear than he does not rule at all, and you have displayed neither. That is what I will correct."

He stands up, the leather of his shoes silent against the plush carpet. "I think a job is insufficient. I think that I will take possession of you for a length of time enough to prove to anyone that does business here that I do not tolerate this kind of nonsense, and that when I am sufficiently convinced that all I will receive from you is either respect or fear, then you will be allowed to go your way."

Matteo glances over at Cindi. "You have conducted yourself with merit in this matter. You may resume your work."

Montague lifts Cindi to her feet and guides her out of the VIP room to a side hallway, where her blindfold and bindings will be removed and the woman herself escorted back to the main showroom. Meanwhile, the don himself glances over Camelia, considering what the first corrective choice should be.

"Virginal, and inexperienced," he recalls, tapping a finger against his wrist. "I think - yes, the Cage will be a good way to acquaint her with my services. Strip her, Enrico."

Enrico silently produces a stiletto and begins to expertly cut Camelia's clothes from her body, throwing them aside in a pile.

The Cage is a special glass-walled room behind and above the bar, visible from anywhere in the club. When the lights go up, he has one of his employees bound there, and stimulated with a variety of toys controlled from terminals stationed throughout the club. Patrons can bid money to drive her to climax after climax, or deny her for hours, or simply torment her in a variety of ways. It's a popular attraction.

Unannounced, of course, Enrico can alter the bids at will and select whatever outcome he desires, though he rarely does.

 

[Kililia]

Camelia suddently felt ill as he spoke that it cost him respect even she knew that was a much higher price. He heart pounding to the point she barely heard the rest of his speech. She paled at his statement of taking possession of her for an undetermined period: " what? nooo!! let me go!

He sister stumbled as she was lifted up and stumbled, sobbing: Camelia!!! Oh god, i'm sorry!!! *She stumbles till she was carried on the VIP room. She did her best to clean up before performing knowing her boss might punish her for failing her job, she prayed for her sister.

Camelia screamed and struggled as Enrico began to cut her clothes:" nooo...stop...nooo...let me go!!!please stop...dont!!"

Camelia screamed and kicked against the glass trying to not enter it " nooo!! please let go" *She was completely panicked as the bodyguard struggle to get in, lifting her. She bit down the guard ear and tore it making the guard scream and fall back. Camelia dodge the other bouncer, sliding and kicking him the groin. She ran for the exit door as fast as she could, refusing to be for any man amusement. She decided worry for her sister late, right now she needed to escape.

 

[Obuzeti]

Almost absently, Matteo pulled a taser from a side pocket and fired it directly into Camelia's fleeing back as she struggled with the door, which as a privacy precaution always locked whenever a patron entered the VIP room. It prevented unwanted complications, you see.

"There's fear, at least," he says, as he walks to beside the woman's downed and twitching body, electric current throwing her muscles into painful contractions. He ignored his two bouncers for the moment aside from a hand-flick indicating they should seek medical attention - being manhandled by a woman made him so disgusted with them he could feel the rage pulsing in his temples. He paid for competence. What was this, then?

From the box at the side of the room he draws three things. The first is a set of handcuffs that he snaps over Camelia's wrists, even as she continues to twitch from the taser actively shocking her even now. That done, he applies a second, similar set to her knees, binding them together so that she can no longer run or kick without falling over, slowed to a painful shuffle at best.

Finally letting off the taser's trigger, he places a finger on the back of Camelia's head and presses it into the soft carpet. "Those were my men, pet," he says, soft. "If you intended to beg my forgiveness - that wasn't how you should do it."

He pulls the taser's trigger again, just to emphasize his point.

 

[Kililia]

Camelia cried out as she was hit by the taser, her body going rigid before she hit the floor hard. She cursed as she was so close to the door when he caught her off guard. She force herself to crawl toward the door even as her body was in agony, his words sending shivers down her spine.The idea of being his woman terrified her enough , she still struggle to get away from him. She wince as he handcuff her: " no...stop...please...let me go..." *She cursed as her body refuse to respond properly as he easily lock her knees."

She looked up at him before screaming in agony as he tase her again, she could barely move anymore: " I will... never...be your woman..." *Her smirk turns to screams of agony before she black outs completely *

His right hand man walks over to him as he glance at the naked woman on the floor: " It appears we have a problem..." *Hands him his cellphone as he glance down at Camelia* " Shall I carry her to the house?

 

[Obuzeti]

Matteo snorts in disbelief even as the woman faints. "Egotistic bitch," he mutters, and jerks his head to Enrico. "Hogtie her and deliver her to my room. I'll educate her personally."

For the injuries she'd dealt his men, and the insults offered to himself, this silly girl would find that his imagination and taste for the fine art of suffering was positively artistic.

~*~

His bedroom is lushly appointed, silk and wood paneling gleaming throughout its dimly-lit interior. A grand bed dominated one side of the room, and a desk and associated computer sat at the other, his personal terminal. Then, in the center of the room, a sandbag normally hung for him to practice his boxing - but that had been removed, and in its socket a chain had been looped through, pulling Camelia's hands high over her head.

Unconscious, she sags against the support - naked, still blindfolded, skin reddened over her back where the taser had impacted. Having removed his loafers within the privacy of his own sanctum, Matteo quietly works at his desk, waiting for his prey to awake and debating his own response. Even he doesn't really know what his plans are; this sort of base, irrational defiance is something he hasn't experienced in years.

 

[Kililia]

Camelia slowly began to wake up only to feel pain ran through her body, she look around the room
disoriented. She gasps as she realized she was suspended on a hook by her wrists, naked . She struggled to break free, cursing as she could not break free.

She desperately struggle to break free as she remembered bits an piece of the night before and Matteo, a shiver ran down her spin. She panicked knowing she had to escape before he arrived and found her awake. She was unaware he was already in the room, since she was blindfolded.

 

[Obuzeti]

When Matteo notices the woman stir from her bound position, he allows several seconds to pass, permitting the panic to build as he types. The quiet clack of his keyboard is the only sound and it echoes in the soundproofed room, claustrophobic and loud. Eventually he rises from his chair, and moves to stand in front of his newest prisoner.

His eye drapes over her form judiciously - heavy, lush breasts and wide hips, a classically curvy form that runs counter to the priggish Christian girl Cindi had described. The mobster runs a finger over the peak of one soft nipple and down the arc of the breast it caps: completely natural, no silicon whatsoever. At the very least, she's physically attractive. It's not like her permission is relevant here now anyways.

Matteo's hand snaps up and slams shut over Camelia's throat, squeezing hard enough to cut her breath short. "Do I have your attention now?" he asks, mild.

 

[Kililia]

Camelia struggled to break free as he began touch her as her mind raced and she wanted to break free of her restraint.

She froze as she felt his hand over her throat, hissed as she struggle unable to breathe. She reluctantly nodded at him as her heart was pounding as he spoke calmly*

He terrified her and she knew, she needed escape him or she might end up killed and left in a ditch. She realized her huge mistake to have gotten of his bad side and now had to find a way to run away from him . She pray he let her free to return to her life, soon, like now.

 

[Obuzeti]

"Good," Matteo says, soft. The sound is devoid of pleasure. It is all empty appetite. "Here is the reality you now must accept: you are mine now, regardless. I have paperwork pending that will withdraw you from your classes and cancel your lease on your apartment. There is equal certainty that this will happen whatever you do."

He steps up in front of Camelia, the fabric of his shirt brushing silkily against her bare nipples. Looking into his eyes is like staring into a darkened well. All you can hear or see is the echo of things that have fallen in. "Your life is mine. What you do from now on will cost your sister, instead. If you run from me again, or lift a hand against me and mine, I will bring Cindi here and have her strangled to death in front of you. Then I will slit your throat."

"If you do what I tell you to do, she will yet live. Either way, your life is no longer for you. You exist now in subservience to my needs."

The gangster's hand slides up to cup Camelia's chin instead, and for all that he's no longer touching her neck it feels like a heavier collar all the same. "Understand?"

 

[Kililia]

Camelia shivered at his statement, she could not believe her ears, he somehow manage to withdraw her from her life without her consent. She hated the confidence he carried in his voice as if there was no doubt in his mind.

She gulped feeling the materiel of his shift against her bare skin, she may not see him due to the blindfold but it made her other sense sharper and fueled her fear and anger. She refuse to believe she was now his property and tense up at the mention of strangling her sister in front of her eyes.

She knew he spoke the truth by the tone of his voice, she told herself she would need to bare this till she found a way to escape this madman. She reluctantly nodded at him at him as she had to buy herself time.

 

[Obuzeti]

"Good," Matteo says, low, and then there is the sound of water pouring, somewhere in the room - a few seconds of silence, and then his cool, wet fingers press against Camelia's stomach and trace over her skin, his skin hot but the water cold. His touch skims over her body around to her back, where he takes two firm handfuls of her ass and squeezes; then abandons her ass to draw long, lazy lines up her naked and bound body, framing but not touching her breasts, and then at last caressing the line of her throat. There is an understated sensuality in his touch; appreciating her like art, the contrast of heat and moisture, and the slow trickle of warming water as it slides down her body gradually to collect between her thighs and drip down them.

"Spread your legs," the gangster commands.

 

[Kililia]

Camelia tense up at the sound of the water, she was terrified. She gasped as she felt his finger on her body, shivering as it roamed over her body slowly. She winced as she felt his grasps her firm round ass before letting go . Her heart was pounding in her ears as she was scared knowing she could not escape his touch.

A shiver ran down her spine as he caressed her throat, her nipple hardening at his touch . She froze a moment at his command, swallowing hard before she slowly parted her legs for him. She had to by herself time and think before trying to escape him which meant she had to comply for now.

 

[Obuzeti]

Matteo pads silently away for a moment, then his quiet footsteps return. There is a faint click, and a buzzing sound, and then something small and vibrating swiftly presses up against Camelia's lower lips firmly, then another click as something affixes it in place no matter how she shifts her hips or bucks. The buzzing is soft for now, tickling her sensitive folds to life and wetness.

"You see," Matteo notes, soft, as he begins to circle his prisoner's bound form, "Fighting me doesn't change the result. I am going to watch you shake, and cum, and beg me to make it stop by the end, and all you've done is trade the mercy of the common man for my private attentions."

The crackle and pop of a lit taser just behind Camelia's head punctuates the statement, but he doesn't jab her with it just yet, instead sliding an empty hand down to grope her ass. With fingers still wet from the water running down her body, the gangster spreads her cheeks and works his thumb up against her tight asshole, forcing her to make a choice between moving away from his violations or the vibrator on the other side.

 

[Kililia]

Camellia panicked at every sound, she never felt so vulnerable in her life. All this cause she lost her temper to rescue her sister. She hate him so much for kidnapping her from her simple life.

She jumped feeling his touch near her anus, she swung struggle to break away from him in a panic. She struggled desperately trying to scream for help. She wanted to die and not cum by his touch, it was too humiliating and degrading.

She squirm as he ran the vibrator against her making her body react to it: " please stop..iwill stay with you...just dont hurt my sister..." *She pray to stay on his good side till she could talk her way out of him." what do you want from me?"