The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

The Fau

Mafia Men and Their Prize

39- No More Funny Business

Aurorn POV

As soon as I saw Jason put that piece of potato in his mouth, I could barely contain my laughter. I had observed them for the last few weeks and every time they had potatoes, they would also over salt them. It was a no brainer to me to baking soda in all of the saltshakers. That shit burns when it hits your tongue.

I volunteered to help refill all the shakers and condiments today. The servants always have so much on their plate and this gave me free reign to enact my playful revenge.

Seeing four of the guys react similarly, I let out my giggle. Their faces are contorted like a fun house mirror. I wish I had a camera. It was golden moment. And then they reached for their “waters.” And in 3, 2, 1… SPRAY! Oh this is just too sweet. A little vinegar goes a long way.

Unfortunately, some of Jason’s spit landed on me, so that is gross, but honestly my sides were hurting with cramps I was laughing quietly so hard, I don’t care. I can barely breathe!

“AURORA!” I hear Kai roar on the other end of the table. He was red as a tomato and a mischievous evil glint was sparkling in his eye. Well, shit! His eyes met mine and he gave me an unspoken command that made me shut up really quick. Run!

And so I did. I quickly got out of my chair and fled out the grand doors, my flats pounding hard against the marble flooring, my giggles still escaping my mouth as I run down the corridor and make a mad dash to the stairs.

Just as I reach the first stair, strong masculine arms wrap around my waist, earning another squeal. A husky voice whispers in my ear “Got you baby girl. Now it’s my turn for some fun.” A quick nibble grazed my ear before my world suddenly spins as I am hauled over his shoulder like a sack of flour and he proceeds to saunter up the stairs. As I protest against his strong back, it was futile as it was like I was a feather hitting a cement bunker. A harsh slap on my ass earns me another squeal and I give up my attempts to get down.

I am taken to a lounge room not too far from the bedrooms and plopped down on the sofa. I was expecting to be pulled over his knee but he walked away to a cabinet and returned with a pad of paper and a pen which was tossed on top of the glass coffee table in front of my shaking legs.

+10% “You will write one thousand times “I am a naughty little brat. I will show respect to my masters.‘ And the

Bonus stand in that corner, your nose touching the wall for thirty minutes without so much as a sound.” Kai ther on the sofa and before I can obviously protest at the childish and obscene punishment, he gives me a very 08:19 test me’ look so I keep my mouth shut and sink down on the plush maroon carpet to begin writing. I guess it’s better

than a spanking!

I just finished my 100th line and my hand was cramping. Charlie and Ben come barreling in the room, slamming the door open with a loud bang! Their faces are a mix of emotions, but they don’t look too angry.

“What the fuck happened now?” Kaj asked them, looking concerned.

to me and I realized what happened and began to howl in laughter like a hyena! It worked! It actually worked. Damn it, I wish I could have been there to see it. I couldn’t stop the boisterous laugh leaving my mouth and wiped away a tear that graced my

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fuck happened?” I heard Kai ask again and luckily Ben answered for me saying “she put something in the coffee. I fucking

was clearly amused, finally letting out a small chuckle and luckily Charlie and Kai did too. I began

Was Laundry…Detergent” I barely got out between

and took a

me? I’m not fucking twelve Kai!” I started protesting. 700 lines

I quickly shut my mouth and began writing again. Charlie and Ben settled into the sofa behind me and Kai told them what I was doing. When I finished with one page, front and back

extra three hundred lines because they would be micro analyzing every damn line and demanding I redo pages without

were quick to offer their expert eagle eyes and make critiques. They watched me and continued to converse in light conversations, enjoying one of the many uber expensive

but I was not allowed to sit on my feet and my hands had to be behind my back the whole time. I faltered three times as my legs grew numb and knees hurt. Each time I moved; my time started over. I took me another two hours before they called time. I collapsed on the floor and someone took me back to my room and tucked me in the bed after changing me into some soft pajamas and

consume me was that this whole situation definitely sucked. I was so sick and tired of this shit. I can’t even have a little fun

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Bonu

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of the whore on my stage. Her naked body was tossed onto the white sheet covered table. My guards expertly pinning down her arms with the metal restraints and her legs spread wide in the stirrups

closest associates stalky forward on stage and wastes no time in running a finger down her rapidly rising chest through the valley of her nice softball size breasts, her nipples in sharp peaks because we keep it cold in the arena for this reason. He travels his hand straight to her cunt and plunges his finger sharply inside her, earning another ear–piercing scream as she continues

a gag is placed in the whores mouth, belping to muffle her vocal range to

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fingers in and out of her and

very softly says “This will not stop until

9m.” Her tear

her face. It is a beautiful sight and all the horny bustamis

in her realization.

his fingers in her harder and I notice

and Mr. Claremont continues to praise her and finally demands

can see the moment her body convulsus,, ber