The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

The Four Vitale Wet and The Prize

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I guess I also get daily visits from “the bastard” as 11e to call him because saying his name recognizes his existence and I would love to not have anything to do with him. He gets off on pain and suffering literally.

Just like all the other days, my morning inner tantrum monologue is interrupted by Groucho and Grumpy entering the

mbestowed these nicknames on my bodyguards when they refused to engage in friendly conversation. Plus, the James it their daring personalities

The booming veces startled me and made me shoot out of bed. I would have been no doubt tangled in my sheets if they hatefully removed them from my body

Time to wake up!” Groucho said in his very thick Slavik accent. Maybe Russian? Not sure though. Some sort of Easter Sarigen would be my best guess. I can’t keep calling them Guard One or Two. I guess I could, but Groucho and Grungs are more entertaining and it suits their bland personality to boot!

Just let me stay cocooned in my bed even

to bed after this and mess up

haircuts. I swear these are not men but walking steroids out of the 80’s. I place

convulsed and every cell in my body felt like it was being shocked by lightning. And the asshole jerked off watching me. He just dropped his pants after the fourth round and pumped until he came all over my body. Four times

remained that way, without food, water, or a shower until that evening when he came in and released my bondage. He didn’t stay, thankfully and when I returned to the room after a scalding hot forty–five–minute shower where I rubbed my skin raw, there was some chicken noodle soup on

day after that, day three since my escape attempt, I had been awake for several hours

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steroid entered

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from the edible creation still sing is the open door, and

as quickly

two guards followed her, slamming the door and I heard the clicks of the

squash. A bowl of applesauce and even two dinner rolls were placed on the silver tray: An apple juice box like I was a kid.

and proceeded to inhale the food. The favors were decent,

presume would be that little camera in the

and settled myself on the edge of the bed, the same guards came in with the maid and she removed No words were said, and I was

go to the wall instructed me to put my hands palms flat on the wall and to face it. One of them came behind me and, while he did not touch me. he was so close that I could feel his body beat

see maids running about and I could hear lots of focus around my room. The guards were barking orders in a different language, and I could

shine on them like they were wiped down.

later where the maid would bring the tray and then pick it up later because they would not return until

for the room. When they showed me the fork. I

did that, I naturally protested. My disubedience got my arms cuffed tightly behind my back and a dildo gag in my mouth. Now, every night that he visits, he just cuffs and gags me, saving I have team freedom, Because of our height difference, my hands were always very close to his manhood and often ended un touching it. Even woke up a fey times with him jerking off in my

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hostile so I always kept still trom that

even

he wanted