Bound To The Mafia Lord

The Threat

Alone in the shower, she felt temporarily, relieved. In this lone world, all seemed to be well. However, it was a matter of time before the next phase of her miserable life began to unfold.

She eased a sigh of relief as the nonstop shower of warm water continued to fall on her. Only God knows how much quantity she needed to wash herself clean. The past few days had seen her turn into a real mess.

She paused while staring at the shower nozzle. She was lost. Her thought was all about what fate had in store for her. She had no idea the personality of the man who owned her now. Neither does she know what motivated him to spend such a huge amount of money on her.

"What's keeping you in there for so long, b***h?" came a harsh voice from one of the Mafia Lord's guards. "You better get your w***e-ass here or I will have to get you out myself!"

The guard's threat sent shockwaves throughout her body. It was more than enough to make her grab a towel and find her way out of the shower.

She had been traumatized in the past. She wouldn't want to go through that again.

A few seconds later, she walked out half-naked. The towel went around her waist and her upper body. However, her soft sexy, charming thighs were unclad. The back of her shoulders was also exposed. Nevertheless, her tempting sexy body was not enough to deter the guard from doing his job.

"I'm out now. What's next?" she asked with a low, timid voice.

"Let's go!" The huge guard grabbed her tiny arms and pushed her before him. "This way, b***h!" His words had no compassion. He was mean as he led her to an unknown destination.

She couldn't help but move in the direction he was pushing him. "Easy on me!" she cried out at last.

"Shut the f**k up and move your ass!" he shouted close to her ear leaving her almost shocked.

No word was ever heard from her or him until they made it into a small room in the mansion. "Stand right here!" he commanded before moving away from her. "Choose any dress. Over there, is a make-up kit." He pointed at one of the shelves. "Ensure you dress sexy like the w***e you are! Otherwise, you will find yourself at the other end of the big boss!"

"What are you talking about? What is the other end of the boss?" puzzled, she queried.

"You don't wanna make him regret spending 50 million dollars on you, do you?" he smiled in disdain. "You have less than ten minutes to dress up. I will be back. Call me when you are done!" He walked out of the door and shut it behind her.

Her hot, fast breath slowed as she stood in the center of the room. It was beautiful and full of feminine property. It was as if, that particular room was meant for her.

She went straight to the wardrobe. She has only ten minutes to dress up according to the guard's instructions.

She dressed up in an expensive blouse. She applied her make-up and freshened her body with a strong, sweet-smelling perfume. After that, she glanced at the wall clock and discovered it was about time, the guard would return. She looked herself up at the mirror on the wall, before the door opened again.

"I guess you are done, w***e!" the uncaring guard smirked as he walked in. He noticed her extraordinary beauty after her recent transformation. "You are not looking bad at all. That makes you a better w***e! Now, come with me!" He waited until she walked past him then, he closed the door.

She never objected to his harsh instructions nor did she complain about the abusive words he used on her. All she did was to follow him through the long corridor. They were probably heading in the direction of the man who bought her at the auction party.

She was nervous the whole time they walked. She saw some half-clad ladies doing all kinds of dirty jobs to the other high-ranking gangsters in the building. She would close her eyes each time she saw them along every door in the long corridor. She mused they might be whores who were paid by the Mafia Lord to satisfy his men.

"Wait here!" the guard signaled to her as they approached the door that probably leads to the Mafia Lord's quarters. He knocked at the door. Two rough-looking, muscular men with pistols opened the door. "She is here!" he told them before turning to face her, "Go in!" the guard told her.

The two security guards let her walk in while the other guard walked back.

Unlike the first guard, the two men she met this time never said a word to her.

It was a palatial room that was filled with modern house property. A unique aspect of the room was the expensive chandelier lights which left the room in absolute splendor.

They walked until they saw a man sitting on a large sofa at the extreme. In his background was a large flat-screen television.

The man did not appear excited upon seeing her. He was totally indifferent in his attitude. He signaled the two guards to leave so that he was left alone with the lady.

Feeling intimidated, she stammered, "You-uu-u sent for-r me, Sir? I'm here now." She dared not look at the Mafia Lord in his face as she spoke. Instead, she faced downward.

He never said a word. He only gave her a nasty look. After that, he stood to his feet as she faced downward. He pulled his shirt off. He was left with a pair of trousers. He pulled that off too, leaving him with a pair of pants. If he pulls that off, it can only mean one thing!

It was at that moment that she summoned her courage and lifted her face.

Once again, she found herself in a tight corner. Her heart-beat greatly increased for fear of what was to come. She couldn't utter a word for fear of her life. Her eyes were filled with silent tears but, did the Mafia Lord care?

She had heard several awful stories about the Mafia men. They are often characterized as violent rapists. Their brutality during intimacy can lead to the death of their victims. She was looking at herself as the next victim.

She wondered if the Mafia Lord had bought her at such an expensive price just to make her his s*x slave.

He turned and faced her while wearing only his inner-wears. "What's your name?" he asked with a terrible deep voice. He approached her, placed a finger under her jaw, and slowly lifted her face to meet his. "What's your name?" he asked again. This time, he was closer to her than ever.

"My name is-is Ma-aan-Mandy," she stammered as her tears dripped down her cheeks. She was shaking from the head to the toes in fear.

Mandy can only imagine the horror that was knocking on her door.

Will the Mafia Lord devour her sexy body violently, just like the horrible stories she had heard about the Mafia men?