Alora is kidnapped and becomes the sex toy of a mob boss
Alora didn’t know what was happening when she awoke with a pounding head and blindfolded eyes. She couldn’t see a thing and could barely even use her other senses until a few minutes had passed and her head was clearing. From the feel of things, she was sitting on the floor a van rumbling along the roads. Her hands were bound. She could hear two men having a quiet conversation nearby but she couldn’t tell if anyone else was there. She didn’t make a sound, but the man must have heard her move because the conversation suddenly turned to her.
“She’s awake,” said the first voice.
“So?” replied the second nonchalantly.
“She’s probably scared out of her mind and thinking we’re going to kill her, Lee. The last thing we need is a panicked captive.”
Alora turned toward the voices. “So you’re not going to kill me?” she asked fearfully, her throat dry and her voice scratchy.
“No,” replied the first, and Alora heard him step toward her and suddenly there was a hand under her chin. “Do you want some water?” he asked.
Alora nodded, and she felt the cool neck of a bottle being pressed against her lips. She drank a few gulps down before the man took back the bottle and presumably sat back with Lee. They didn’t speak to her for the rest of the trip, which was at least twenty more minutes but it was hard to tell. The van finally rumbled to a stop and Alora felt a rough arm lift her to her feet and guide her from the van, across a path and into a cool air-conditioned lobby and pulled her toward an elevator, which she only realised was an elevator when it started to rise.
Wherever she was going, it must’ve been the top floor, because she was rising forever until the elevator dinged and she was dragged out. Only a few feet into the room, she was forced to her knees, and the grit bore into her bare legs. Of all the days to get kidnapped, it had to be the one where she wore a dress. She heard a man behind her speak, and she did her best to stay still, despite her fear. They didn’t want to kill her, she didn’t want to give them a reason to.
“Here she is. Our gift to you,” Lee behind her said, and her heart sped up tenfold.
“Show me her face. I want to be sure,” said a voice from in front of her, it’s sound so menacing she had to keep from cowering back. She felt someone fumbling behind her head and then she blinked as the blindfold fell away and the light momentarily blinded her. As her eyes adjusted, she looked at the man in front of her. He was seated behind a large oak desk, staring at her with such intensity that his eyes seemed to bore right through her. He was much younger than his voice implied, looking only a few years older than her, 21,22 maybe? But he still looked as menacing as an older man would.
She looked around her surroundings, seeing herself to be in what looked like a spacious but sparsely furnished office with a wall-length window that showed her it was still dark out. Other than the man behind the desk and her captors, the only others in the room were two imposing men standing at one of the pillars. The man studied her for a moment longer, then turned his gaze back to the men behind her, a glare looming over his handsome face.
“How dare you,” he said, his voice calm and collected, but you could hear the anger peeking. “You dare bring me some random girl you found at some club instead of South’s mistress like I asked. If he wants peace, he will not get it by lying. He will have to pay his debts another way then.”
“Will we just bring the girl back then? Dump her on a street corner?”
He studied her scared face for a few moments before smiling wickedly. “No. She’s seen my face. And anyway, she’s a hot little thing. It’d be a shame to waste her. As for you two… That guy can go,” he said to Lee. “Tell South we are officially at war because of this. You though,” he addressed the other man, “well, I can’t just let you both go. That would make me seem weak.”
As Lee turned back to the lift and took the stairs down, the man behind the desk looked at one of the imposing men standing at the pillar. “Marco, take South’s man away, show him what we do to people who lie to my face. And have the girl taken to my room.” The man, presumably Marco, nodded and gestured to the other man. The other man grabbed her captor and pulled him off to another room, whereas Marco pulled Alora to her feet, and started dragging her toward a door off the large office. At this point, Alora’s patience ran out. They weren’t going to let her go, so she started to fight, trying to free herself from his grip, and she managed to stamp on his knee, making him cry out and let her go. She started running for the elevator, panicking, but before she even got two feet, the man from behind the desk was standing in front of her and gripping her arms. He was much stronger than he looked, and he looked strong.
“Calm down,” he said sternly, but she just continued to struggle. “Calm down,” he said, even louder this time, his commanding voice scaring her into stopping struggling, but she glared up at him in determination, letting him know she wasn’t admitting defeat. “What’s your name girl?” he asked.
“Alora,” she replied, death staring at him. “And what’s yours?” she asked cockily.
“Daniel. Now Alora, are you going to be a good girl and go into the bedroom, or will I have to drag you there.”
“You’ll probably have to drag me, asshole.”
“I was hoping you’d be polite, because then maybe I’d be kind. But my patience has run out, so you have one last chance to be cooperative.”
She gave him a cocky smile, “In your dreams,” she said, then slammed her head into his, making him curse and release her. She staggered back, trying to clear her head as she stumbled toward the lift. She managed to reach it just as she heard Daniel calling his men after her. She managed to press the button and the doors shut just before they reached her. The lift began to descend and she breathed a sigh of relief. By the time she reached the ground floor, her head had cleared and she was already trying to loosen the rope tying her wrists.
She ran for the doors as soon as the elevator opened, calling for help as she emerged onto the empty street. She didn’t get very far out of the building before someone grabbed her from behind and caught her in a headlock with his hand over her mouth. His head leaned down to her ear as she struggled and fought.
“The way I’m holding you right now means I can snap your neck in an instant. If you don’t stop struggling I will. I’d hate to break my toy before I even got to play with her,” Daniel said, and Alora froze. He moved his hand from her mouth to her chin, allowing her to speak without breaking the lock.
“Maybe I’d rather be broken than let you play with me,” she said, her breathing rapid but she managed to make herself seem more confident than she was.
After a moment, he released his grip for only long enough to spin her round to face him, then pulled her close, trapping her arms against him.
“Well, in that case, I definitely want to play with you first. I wanna see if I can break through that brat and see what’s underneath.”
“What are you going to do with me?” she asked fearfully, though her voice masked most of it with cockiness.
“Didn’t I already say, I’m going to play with you,” he said with an evil smile.
“I’m going to get out of this and I’m going to kill you, you prick.”
“I’d love to see you try. The more you fight, the more I want you. I’m going to have fun punishing you.”
She glared at him but he just laughed. He beckoned over the two guards who each took one of her arms despite her struggles and started dragging her back into the building and into the elevator, Daniel right behind them. Between the three of them, they managed to restrain her enough to drag her into the large bedroom. The two guards threw her on the four-poster bed and immediately pulled her hands up to the head of the bed and buckled the cuffs around her wrists, just under the rope.
They then untied the rope and used it to tie her kicking legs together. They left the room with Daniel just behind them. “I’ll be back for you in a little while, I have to finish up at the office first.”
Alora threw a string of profanity at him that would have made her grandmother disown her until he shut and locked the door behind him. She struggled and pulled at her new restraints but they wouldn’t budge. She remembered watching a movie once where the lead opened a lock with a bobby pin so she managed to reach the bun in her hair and pull one of the pins from it. She stuck the pin into the lock and spent ages fiddling with it until she heard a click and her left hand was free. She let out a laugh in relief and started on the lock on the other cuff. Before she could unlock it though, she heard the door open and Daniel came striding in.
He tutted in disappointment. “You couldn’t just lie still for ten minutes could you?” He walked over to the bed with his confident saunter and plucked the pin from her hand. She tried to move away from him, but with her hand still tied to the headboard, she couldn’t get far. She didn’t try to hit him. It would have only made him angry. He crawled onto the bed as she tried to crawl away. “You won’t escape that easy sweetheart. He grabbed her free hand and locked it back into the cuff, then slowly began to pull all the pins from her hair, letting it fall loose around her shoulders. He collected all the pins and then climbed off the bed and left them on the dresser.
“I’ll make you a deal Alora,” he said, coming up at the foot of the bed and grabbing her feet. “If you’re a good little girl from now on, and you take your punishment well, I might let you cum.”
“I’m not going to let you rape me just because you bribe me with an orgasm.”
“I think I can get you to change your mind,” he said with an evil smile as he began to untie the rope around her ankles. She tried to kick him but he just held her steady, reaching under her dress to grab her panties. He began to pull them down and she struggled against him. He managed to get them off her ankles and threw them to the floor. He then leaned over her and ran his fingers down the front of the dress. “You’re a little too angry for me to release your hands so I’ll just have to find a new way to take this off,” he said and pulled a penknife from his pocket. He flicked it open before running it down her arm to the sleeve of her dress and slicing through it with ease. He slowly moved the knife to the other sleeve, slicing through it, and then began to slice down the middle, until he could pull the destroyed garment from her and threw it to the floor.
“That was my favourite dress, you didn’t have to ruin it.” He ignored her and smiled at her now naked body, delighting in the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“I’d love to take you right now, but I need to punish you first. You need to learn the rules. You hurt me, so I’m going to hurt you. You disobeyed me, so I’m going to make you beg for me.”
“I’ll never beg,” she said defiantly, ignoring the way he was regarding her body the way a wolf regards a sheep.
“We’ll see about that. But first I’m going to hurt you,” he flipped her over so she was lying on her stomach and spread her legs, tying them to the posts at the foot of the bed. “You have such a fine ass. I’m going to enjoy marking it up.”
He stepped away from her for a few moments and returned with his belt wrapped in his hand. “As much as I love your running commentary, I don’t want it to ruin your punishment.” He held up a ball gag and she shut her mouth tight, but he just reached under her and pinched hard on her nipple, making her gasp so he could shove the gag into her mouth. he buckled it behind her head and then moved out of her line of sight.
The first strike surprised her, a sharp lick of fire across her ass cheeks. She shrieked into the gag. It wasn’t as bad as she feared, but she doubted she would enjoy this very much. He kept hitting her, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6… too many to count, each harder than the last until he was putting his whole strength into it and Alora was screaming with every stroke. He eventually stopped, when her ass felt raw and tears were running down her face. He mauled her bruised ass, bringing a new kind of humiliation, before unbuckling her legs and flipping her back over, making her cry out when her cheeks hit the bed. He buckled her ankles back to the bedposts and crawled up in between her legs.
“Are you ready to be a good girl for me?”
Despite the fire on her ass and the humiliating warmth in her pussy it brought, she glared at him through a tear-streaked face.
“I’ll take that as a no. But don’t worry, you’ll be begging soon enough.”
She doubted it, but then he moved down to her pussy and ran his finger up and down through her slit. She moaned involuntarily as he brushed over her sensitive clit.
“So here’s how this little game works. I won’t let you cum until my cock is in this tight little pussy, and I’ll only fuck you if you beg me. So it’s really just a matter of how long until you start to beg.”
He lowered his mouth down to her snatch and ran his tongue all the way up, pushing his middle finger into her pussy. She writhed in her bonds as he slowly finger fucked her and used his mouth to bring her closer and closer to orgasm. But just as she was about to go over the edge, he stopped. She let out a moan of disappointment and a few colourful curses through her gag, but he just wriggled his finger back into her and started again, with just feather light licks. He kept her right on the edge while she cursed at him through the gag. If she was about to come, he would stop and she would buck and writhe through the ruined orgasm.
Alora could barely take it. She knew he would let her come if she begged but she was still too damn proud to give in. After the fourth ruined orgasm, she was trying to push herself against him, anything to get herself off. She screamed when the sharp slap landed right on her clit. It almost got her off, another of those and she would cum.
“Bad girl, I told you I let you cum when you begged,” he said, his tongue brushing over her clit, just a touch. “Are you ready to beg me now sweetheart?”
Against her better judgement, Alora shook her head.
“Pity.”
His finger began to move again and he continued his assault on her. Just light touches, back and forth over her engorged clit, his tongue trailed torturous circle over her pussy. She bucked and writhed and moaned and cursed, but he never stopped, just light licks, keeping her right on the edge. Until eventually, after almost 40 minutes of torture, Alora moaned out a quiet, “Please.”
Daniel smiled. “What was that?”
“Please.”
“Please… what?”
“Please let me cum.”
“Hm, not quite, I guess I’ll have to keep going.”
She writhed. “No, please no more.”
“You know what you have to say to cum Alora.” He turned his finger inside her, begin to pump in and out again.
She whined. “Please,” she said breathlessly, “Please fuck me.”
“Good girl, that’s all you had to say,” he told her, before reaching down to untie her ankles and spread her legs even wider. He unbuckled his trousers and pulled out his throbbing cock, lining it up with her soaking entrance. “Say it again, one more time,” he whispered to her.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, defeated.
He smiled and thrust inside her in one go. She gasped at the sudden intrusion and moaned loudly when he began to pump inside of her. He reached down, stroking her clit again, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. She held off the rising wave for a few moments, so afraid he’d stop again. But then he whispered “Cum for me,” in her ear, and she surrendered to it, her climax washing over her in waves, lasting longer than any orgasm she’d had before. He didn’t stop when she went limp under him though, he kept going, pumping hard and fast, rubbing her sore clit until she fell into another orgasm, which was almost painful. He finally stopped though, when she was almost on her way to a third orgasm and every stroke of pleasure was too painful. His thrusts became erratic and his hand moved from her clit, until he grunted and she felt his cum coat the inside of her and begin to drip down her thighs when he pulled out.
He lay down beside her panting the same as she was. “So you can be a good girl when you want something.”
She glared at him through her tears. She couldn’t believe she’d begged. She felt so embarrassed, so used.
He pulled her up to the head of the bed, allowing her to bring her hands into her chest and rest her head on the pillow. He rolled her onto her side and wrapped her in his arms. “If you’re good, you can be a little happy here. Maybe I’ll even let you out of these cuffs. But if your bad, I’ll keep having to punish you,” he said, running his hand over her bruising ass. “And I’ll have to keep you tied up here. So are you going to be good for me, or not?”
Alora didn’t answer, but more tears fell on her cheeks. He wiped them away then slid off the bed and walked into the adjoining bathroom. She heard the water running and soon he returned with a washcloth and wiped her down, wiping away the cum dribbling down her thighs and stinging her bruised ass. He left her there, curled up and crying and locked the bedroom door behind him when he went.
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Her phone rang, buzzing along the countertop, and Alora jogged over to answer it.
“Hello?”
“Alora, kneel down and crawl behind your couch.”
Her breath caught in her throat. That voice. She knew that voice. And so did her body, because it complied before her brain even realised what was happening.
“No, she whispered. “You promised.” She almost began to stand up again, desperate to regain the control she always gave up to him so willingly.
“Someone is trying to kill you Ra, this isn’t a damn power play, I’m tryna keep you out of the sniper’s scope.”
“Sniper? What the hell, who’s trying to kill me, and how did they find me?”
“Some of my guys were working for South, they made a power play and hired a few hitmen to kill you.”
“A few?”
“Yeah I already dealt with one but there’s this sniper and at least two others. You need to do exactly as I say.”
“No. I’ve been hiding from mafia men for two years, believe it or not I learned a thing or two about protecting myself.”
“This isn’t the time to be stubborn, my men are searching the building opposite yours for the sniper right now. Just stay down until they find him.”
“I don’t have time, the door of the apartment building is always open, there could already be another hitman here.”
Alora steeled her courage, crawling to the very edge of the couch. She took a few deep breaths then rolled quickly into her bedroom, blocking herself from the window with her chest of drawers. She reached into a drawer and pulled out her gun, double-checking it was loaded before flicking off the safety.
“Is that a gun? Is someone inside already?” He said, worriedly.
“No, it’s my gun.”
“You have a gun?”
“I’m hiding from men like you, what do you think?”
He sighed and Alora ignored him, dashing for the other door in the bedroom, hiding behind it as she reached for the front door. She swung it open and walked out into the hall, glad to be safe from the sniper in the windowless corridor. She stayed low and walked hurriedly toward the stairs, gripping her gun tightly in one hand and the phone in the other.
“When I get out of here, don’t follow me, it’ll make it harder for me to lose the killers.”
“Alora you promised you’d come back if something like this happened.”
“No, I promised to come back if I need help, which I don’t. I was doing fine until your men found me through you.”
“Ra, please.”
“Don’t call me that, please,” her last word was almost a whisper. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs and diverted, climbing into the dumbwaiter and lowering herself downwards. She climbed out on the ground floor, making her way to the back door and hurrying out. walking quickly to her car parked in the alley.
“I gotta drive now, so this is where we part,” she told him, climbing into the driver seat.
“Alora please, you won’t be safe alone.”
“I’m not safe with you either,” she said quietly. “Goodbye Daniel.”
“I promise I can keep you safe just come-“
She hung up before he could finish his sentence and convince her to go back. She took a deep breath and turned on the car, looking in the rearview mirror to see someone standing behind her car with a gun, she ducked and put the car into drive, speeding out of the alley as bullets shattered her windows. She turned the corner and stopped just short of a second man with a gun, flinging open the door and climbing out, firing her own gun at him, catching him in the arm and the leg before taking off down the street. She didn’t get very far before there was a searing pain in her leg and she fell on the concrete, hearing a loud gunshot ring out. It took her a few seconds to realise it was the sound of the bullet that hit her leg. She winced and started dragging herself toward the alley and off the empty street, pressing on the wound.
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