Married into the mob (closed)

Zita sighs as even their conversation was not breaking the tension, she glance to him: " Oh...i see..." *Wonders if she crossed a line of no return by talking to a male * " Ok...well, i guess i see you at your return..." *She felt so uncomfortable by the silence as she wanted to talk so badly but felt out of place around him.

Just as she was about to speak, she was startled by Scarlett but nodded to her, smiling as she was relieved to see a friend. She hated to see Scarlett on all four serving The Blood King but didn't dare make a scene and place him in a worse mood. She sighed: well...i am gonna jump in the shower...i be back in a bit...*Excuses herself and with any of his objection, she heading to the room and jump into the shower. Relax under the hot water as long as her skin could bare the hot water. After the heavenly shower, she wrap a towel around her waits and dried her hair. Slowly slipping out of the shower distracted thinking of what to wear for the evening*
 
While she was in the shower the Blood King finished his drink and watched as Scarlett did her thing, gathering his clothes and shoes and smirked at her. He was down to his slacks, socks, and undershirt when he decided to head to his room and walked down the hall only for the door to the bathroom to open with steam flowing out then out came Zita with a towel wrapped tightly around her body. She didn't see him and then her frame thumped into his hard body like a pillar. She recoiled backward and looked up to see the Blood King looking down at her with his cold eyes staring down with that sick smile still looking at her. He liked what he saw, a clean little woman all ready for him. She was plainly nervous to look at him, but he didn't move but watched her.

"You look refreshed" he finally said breaking the tension between them, "Why don't we retire to my room?" holding out his left hand towards his room in the back. "There are some nice night clothes for you to slip into."
 
Zita blinks as she ran straight into him only to gasps at the sight of the blood king. It took a moment for her brain to understand the words that came out of her mouth. Swallowing hard as he had that smile again that send a chill down her neck: " I...I...umm...YOUR room? umm i....*looks at his hand for a moment before reluctantly accepting it* " I am sure, you rather go to your bed and rest then waste time with me..."

She desperately tried think of a excuse to get away without sounding defiant yet all she end up blurring out was a topic she was trying avoid : " I wasn't flirting with Steven, i swear"
 
She felt trapped. Rightly so. Scarlett knew what was going to happen, but couldn't do anything about it. She collected the clothes and watched them down the hall. She wasn't a religious person, but silently prayed that Zita would leave the room in the morning-alive. Such was the life of a servant. She watched many women come and go from this place, most never leave in one piece.

Going into the room the place was neat and tidy with brand new white silk sheets. Only the best for the Blood King. "Come in" he said stepping aside and allowed Zita to approach the bed and look around. It was the same room she woke up in earlier, but it looked...different. Perhaps due to her nervous position, she still be wrapped up in a towel. The Blood King had an answer for that.

He walked over to his personal closet, opened it and stepped aside. It was a room about half the size of the bedroom with racks of gorgeous Italian leather shoes, finely tailored clothes, the air was rich in the smell of rawhide, but there was one problem, these were all men's clothes.

"Go towards the back" he said pointing over her shoulder. Zita went back there and found a small dresser of dark oak. She opened it to find night gowns, all made of silk. They were much different than the ones from when she woke up. These were high end stuff worth several hundred dollars each.

"Get changed and meet me in the bed" the Blood King said turning around as he removed his shirt and then his slacks kicking them off onto the floor for Scarlett to pick up later. To Zita's chagrin, he left the door to the closet open so when he slipped into the sheets he could easily watch her change. What she didn't know is that he slipped something into his hand before doing so. "Be quick about it" he warned her. "Don't want to be up too late."

For some perverted reason he saw in her something that only he fully understood. It was part revenge, part fantasy, part jealousy, and part unknown. He had to have Zita, even though he barely knew of her existence before he brutally killed her father right in front of him. He laid in the bed half staring at the ceiling the other half looking at the open door waiting for her as he stretched his arms above his head feeling the muscles stretch and strain before satisfyingly relaxing.
 
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Zita walks into the room slowly, noticed the black satin sheet she woke in were changed into white ones. She felt a shiver going down a spine as if she somehow knew it had an important significiance as she walks over to the bed. She looked around the room and glance over to the blood king, she watches him open the closet and notice the large room filed with men's clothes.

She hesitated before walking to the back but did as she was told only to see a beautiful dresser. She glance at him and back at the dresser before opening it slowly as she gasps at the beautiful night gowns. Running her hands over the material ,it was obviously extremely expensive.

She turn suddently as he spoke, shocked at his statement: ' wha...*blinks shock as he simply undresses before her as if they were a couple with no shame. Gulps as he slips into the bed, as a look down at the gowns frighten. His words coming back to her "I don't see how you're in a place to resist me. You can't run, you can't hide. No. You will be my bride and one day, you'll have my child. I can see your desire to hold yourself for marriage. Fine. But I always get what I want. Besides, Mary was a virgin...if you don't count anal."

She whimpered as she knew there was no way to escape him, he would use all his resources to have her...If she were to survive , she might end up doing things she did not wish till she found a way to escape.

She took a few deep breathe before dropping her towel to the floor knowing he could see her. She picked the white night gown at the top and slipped it on. Shivers as hit caressed her body, the cold fabric making her nipple harden..

Zita took several deep breathe before forcing herself to step out of the closet, trembling as she nervously caressed her arms as if she was cold. She avoided making eye contact with him as she approached the bed..She gently lifted the covers on her side to sit on the edge of the mattress few minutes before sitting up on the bed, crossing her arms over her chest as she stayed on the edge thinking of anything to say to discourage to make any advancement on her.
 
When she entered the bed and carefully slipped the sheets over her body, she rolled to face the closet in hopes of not looking at him, but could still feel his power presence with his cold stare, his smell and then came the shifting of the sheets then her eyes widened in horror as he pressed his hard body against her back, his right arm around her waist to draw her in and to arrest her. His hot, whiskey flavored, breath panted in her ear. He was hungry. Wants more she could feel it as he pressed his pelvis against her backside.

He didn't say anything, just his hot breath against her ear. He was enjoying this knowing that she could not escape. Then, to her surprise, he thrust something into her palm whispering, "Open it." It was a small velvet ring case. She opened it to find it was a elaborate white gold ring studded with small diamonds. "I always get what I want." He muttered.
 
Zita tried to ignore his presence as much as possible but found it hard as he had such a powerful presence.Gulps feeling the shifting of the covers,gulps hard feeling him suddently pressed against her, gasping loudly as he pulls her with his strong arm against him making her feel trapped against him. Freezing as she felt his breathe against her,tensing up as she felt him pressed against her backside as she lets out a small whimper.

She knew he would not let her leave their bed till he got what he desired from her, blink as she felt him thrust something in her palm. Looks down surprised as she slowly opens it with her shaky hands . She stared at the beautiful wedding ring in disbelief, lost for words as she was not expecting this at all. She found her staring at it instead of wearing it. His statement sending a chill down her back,she felt strangely felt vulnerable emotionally as well while staring at the beautiful expensive ring. She gasps as he picked up the ring and slip it on her finger for the first time.

It took a few minutes to find her voice: " I don't know anything about being a...a....wife...." *Not daring to slip on the ring on her finger as it would signify she was now his wife, now and forever. The idea of being claim as his woman terrified her ad honestly did not know what it require of her as his woman duty*
 
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"It's easy," he assured her rubbing her flat belly, "All you have to do is wear what I want, do what I say, and look pretty, and be ready for me when I call. In return, you'll give a large allowance per month, protection, and you get to share my bed me with." The words came out rich and heavy, as if he were the only person in her life now. In truth he was, but not by choice. As he spoke she could feel his erection growing against her buttocks, like a snake popping up out of a hole. The Blood King didn't care if she was scared of him. If she tried to run, she wouldn't get far. She could feel the head of it moving up her dress, still outside the fine silk, but it was only millimeters away from her flesh. She trembled, but his grip on her steadied her frame.

"What do you think?" he whispered, hand slowly moving up and down almost cupping the base of her breasts. She was legal age, barely, and he was in his thirties, at least, and this was not how she imagined the first night was going to be, but he didn't care about romance or pleasing. Like he said, "He always got what he wanted."
 
Zita gulps as he spoke, shivering at his touch, she never known the touch of a man and he was not her first choice. She tried to not tremble which was practically impossible as he spoke. She whimpered at the mention of sharing his bed: " I am not ready to be with you as a wife be with a husband...'" *Tense up feeling his erection against her, whimpering a it was obvious he was ready to have her tonight* " I thought you did not like women..." *remembering how he did not react to the ladies* *Instinctively tries to pull away only to feel his grip steady, preventing an escape*

" I...I...I ...would...not know...how to please you....i am not....one...of experience...you..you be disappointed...*gasps as she felt his cup on her breast making her gasps.Tries to not whimper knowing she had no real say in the matter but it still terrified her to be with a man*
 
"There's only a few things you need to learn," he whispered, "Keep your mouth shut, unless you're blowing me, and second, keep your legs spread for me, and me only." Then there came a soft kiss to her neck. His first sign of affection to her. But it wasn't anything passionate. If anything it was hard to tell if it was driven by affection or by the whiskey still rich on his breath. The stomach held her belly tightly, drawing her even further, the fabric against his hard body, but what was alarming was his powerful erection sandwiched between then. He was doing this to openly taunt her not only of its strength, but also to instill fear that soon this thing would be going right into her.

Zita was pleading to remain a virgin until marriage, a silly vow where it doesn't hold much relevance, but if she was going to plead and struggle to keep her flower until that time, there were two other holes that she possessed that he could take and his cock was pressing against one of them. Reaching down with his right hand, he grasped the edge of the night gown and lifted it up. There was no kissing or anything else, just his cock against her bare, soft ass. He took the cock into his hand and slapped it against the cheeks teasing her relentlessly.
 
Zita shivered as he whispered in her ear, whimpering as he spoke it was a harsh reminder she was now his woman. Blushes as he kissed her for the first time, she strangely knew he would not allow her to deny his right to claim her body as she now wore his wedding ring.Gasps looking up at him nervously as he lay over her, her heart pounding as she felt his enormous cock between them . Looks away from him, trying to deny seeing the fear and pained expression when he deflower her.

Lets out a whimper as she felt raise her night gown, closing her eyes not wanting to give him the satisfaction to see her fear. Bites her lower lip as she lay helplessly under his body still trying to deny him pleasure see her facial expression as he claim her. He could feel her body tense up, promising to be even tighter then he hope as he deflower her*
 
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He knew she was scared, nervous, trembling. He liked it. It was better than foreplay. He kissed her again on the neck and then licked the bottom of her ear, to toy with her. His right hand graced up her stomach and cupped the bottom of her breast and gave it a squeeze. Zita wasn't as well endowed as the other bimbos he knew, but Zita was a natural and that's what he liked about it, and she was untapped.

His fat cock rubbed against her ass, then came the fat head pressing against her anus. Oh dear. She was tensing up. "Relax" he whispered to her, "Just relax." Knowing that it wasn't going to get in without some help, the Blood King reached down, grasped his cock with a firm grip, then pressed the head back against her hole. It was leaking precum, enough to coat the entire shaft.

He clamped down on her neck and pressed in with his pelvis. He grunted and groaned, but finally her tight anus opened up and took the head. She tensed up, almost jumped from his grasp, but his strong arm kept her in place. "Take a breath. Take a breath. Easy. Shhhhhh"
 
Zita glance back at him as he kissed her neck, shivering as he licked her ear as she was shocked by his gestures. Her eyes widen as she felt him cup her breast so boldly, blushing as he squeezed. She looked up frighten as she felt the head of his enornous cock against her ass, tensing up as he pressed against her tight ass. She whimpered trying to relax under him but found it difficult as he felt so big.

She winces as he clamps down on her neck, she look up shocked, only to gasps feeling the head of his cock push against her anus. She tense up instinctively trying push him off, which felt as if pushing against a brick wall. Throws back her head as she screams in agony as she felts the head of his enormous cock push into her. Eyes widening in shock as the head of his cock slip inside her, stretching her painfully wide: "aaarrrghhhhh....tooo... big..."

Its was obvious she never knew the pleasure of any man's touch and was pure only for him...he knew that soon the sheet will carry proof she was now his woman to carry his name and heirs.

Zita tried to relax, slowly taking deep breathe as she lay under him, the head of his cock painfully stretching her anus painfully wide. She had a glimpse of his cock and she could not imagine his enormous cock filling her ass.
 
She was tighter than he thought. She squirmed more as he pressed into her, slow and steady. Every inch that went in made her breath in deeply and eyes bugged out. She couldn't take it, but he wasn't going to pull out. He was loving feeling her body temperature rise as she couldn't do much of anything else.

"You like it?" he whispered to her. Of course she liked it, she was only moaning and groaning as his fat girth crawl inside of her. He couldn't see it, but it was going in there. When it reached the sac he pulled out slowly, the walls around his member tightened. Pulling back a bit further the head almost popped out before he gave it a powerful thrust and it went right back inside, the cock lathered up in her juices.

"Ah yeah" he groaned. His hand grasped her chest tightly, mashing her breasts and nearly ripping the fabric of her nightgown. "Take it" it growled. "A little deeper...deeper...deeper...."
 
Zita never imagine to be able to take such a huge cock in her ass, looking up helplessly knowing she was his woman now. Hisses with every inch he pushed into her tight ass,cries out as he passed the half of his length in her ass.

She blushes , shaking her head as in felt so weird to have his enormous cock rubbing inside her anal walls. Hisses each time more than half his length pushed into her. Cries out loudly as he filled her up for the first time. Relaxes as he withdrew almost completely till he ram back into her .

Zita shook her head in tears as he groaned , shaking her head as he told her "take it" *Shaking her head* " noo please...arrghh...*his thrust met with sharp painful cries, the friction of his powerful thrust brought tears to her eyes. He could feel her innocence drip down the base of his cock and stain his balls as well the sheets, proof he claimed her innocence in their marital bed*
 
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Zita tried to plea, but every time her mouth opened, he ended up pressing his meat back into her hole that made her gasp in pain and delight. Her hands flailed about trying to grasp something to ease her, but she didn't know what to do.

Taking it to the side was not enough now. He pulled back, pulled Zita with him and had her roll onto her belly. He rolled onto her backside with the covers draped over him, hands on her backside. He squeezed hard after throwing aside the night gown showing her bright backside. The Blood King smiled in delight as he took the cock back in hand and furrowed it back inside of her tight ass, this time going at it faster. Each thump against her ass made the bed shake, but now she could grasp something, put a pillow in her mouth to stifle the moans and try to avoid giving him any delight.

He didn't care for it as he thumped harder and faster. Zita was tight, but each pulse he gave her made his sick smile return. He even slapped her ass again and again leaving bright red mark on her flesh.
 
Zita lets out sharp helpless cries as he thrust in and out her sore asshole, trying to grasps at anything as he took her without mercy. Feeling grateful that her husband seem to be done a he withdrew from her ass, thinking he must not have stamina due to his age ..

She gasps as he pulled her to him and reposition her under him: " Please....no more...i'm sor" *Throws back her head as she screams in agony as he shoved it back inside her ass, letting sharp cries as his thrust increased in speed, the friction brought tears to her eyes. She dug her fingers into the pillows, letting helpless cries under her man as he pounded her asshole like a madman. Tears streaming down her cheeks as her anal wall was on fire by her husband demanding thrust. . Whelps as he slap her ass as he pounded without mercy. Fearing he had just begone for the evening , as he seem determine to used her asshole for the whole night. Praying he came as she fear unable to walk the next day*
 
Her words were cut off by his powerful thrusts. Each time the juices coated his long dick and when it came out glistening he went right back in as Zita grasped whatever she could. He went harder and faster. The bed shuddered, headboard smacking the wall as the daughter's muffled pleas barely left the room.

Scarlett knew what was going on, but couldn't do anything about it as she slept in a nearby room except roll onto her belly and cover her head with a lot of pillows.

"Such a tight ass" the Blood King growled. The still virgin hole felt better than any other hole that he had banged. As sweat beaded on his head and rolled down his face he gripped her ass tightly as his sac tensed up. "Ah yeah!" he groaned then came one more powerful thrust as he felt his cock tense up then shoot a long wad of rich white semen into her stomach. "Ah yeah. Take it you dumb cunt" muttering under his tired breath as he felt his cock sputter again and again, it pained him as the head spat out the last bit of cum. He pulled out slowly, making her still feel it until it popped out and he continued to demean her by rubbing the head against her red cheeks smearing semen and other fluids over her flesh.

"That's a good girl" he whispered to her.
 
Zita eye bulges as his thrust became much more violent, her screams muffled into the pillows as the bed shook violently, tears streaming down her screams as he shower her no mercy.Her face pushed down on the pillows every time he buried his cock deep in her asshole. The friction of his powerful thrust made her asshole feel on fire..

She cried helplessly under him,clutching the pillows for support as his thrust lifted her off the bed and push her deeper in their pillows muffling her painful screams. Throws her head back as she screams in pain as he came deep and hard in her freshly deflowered asshole, her walls stinging as he filled her ass.Sobbing as he empties his loads inside her sore ass, hisses as he slowly withdrew hi cock from her bruised asshole. Whimpering as she collapse under him, his seed mix with blood dripping on the silk white sheet, proof that he anally deflowered his young bride, filling him with pride.

She curled up in a fetal position as he finally appeared done claiming her anally....she tries place distance between them instinctively. She was shaking like a leaf, lost of words after he claimed her anally. She look away shocked and could not imagine satisfying him anally till the wedding night as he was so painfully big and more stamina than she imagine a man of his age be able to have with her...
 
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Now he was showing his aggressive side. With his hard body hovering over her as a beast on top of its prey, the sheets fell off of his body revealing his rippling physique as he held up his body with his bent knees and gave several powerful thrusts to Zita that pound her into the bed. Holding her small body steady with his powerful hands around her thin waist, he had absolute control, she couldn't run away.

"Grrrr" grunting with his struggles. She was too damn tight. Several more good fuckings and she'll be loose enough to take him in with less effort. "Take it" in a near whisper.

Correcting his position to ease the strain on his knees, his hands reached over and grasped Zita's shoulder. Now his thrusts were powerful enough that it blasted the air from her lungs. Their bodies came together with a thunderclap of flesh on flesh. The edge of the nightgown rolled up to her chest as her ass raised up and her face burrowed into the pillows and disappeared from view. "Take it" he grunted, "Take it" slapping her ass hard again and again.
 
Zita sensed the energy changing behind her as he rose like a predator, barely manage to glance back as she felt him thrust into her with all his might making her scream in agony. She tries to crawl away but easily fail as he was much bigger than her, her tears blurring her vision as he drag her under him: "...please...arrrghhhh....tooo big....*shaking her head as he easily reposition under him, tears running down her cheeks as he holder her under him. Scream at the top of her lungs as he ram into her asshole, her scream muffled into their pillow. His order to 'take it' ringing in her ears as he showed her no mercy

His powerful thrusts rewarded with a loud muffle cry as her red ass lift with every pounding...her tears. She didn't understand why he became so brutal, wondering if it was caused she pulled away defiantly. Began to wonder if she earn a punishment for challenging his right to claim her, doubting herself and what she done wrong to anger him.
Tears soaking the pillows as he ram in and out her bruised asshole as every pounding was a harsh reminder she was now his woman to claim as he see fit.

She tries to crawl off his cock in desperation even if it could be sign of defiance against him as she fear unable to survive his demanding thrusts. Shaking her head in tears: " tooo... aarrrgghhh...mercy..." Crying slowly realizing she had no say in the matter, remembering she was expected to shut up and welcome his cock inside her holes however he saw fit* " i'm... sorry.." *unsure why she was apologizing for but felt she upset her husband as he brutally reminded her place*
 
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He could hear her pleading for mercy, that he was too big. But her pitiful pleas were actually making it worse. He loved to hear how she didn't like it, he was too big. He thirsted for power. The Blood King wouldn't let up as his thumped hard into her ass and pulled back, pausing for just a moment, extracting his penis from her ass. "That's it" hocking up phelm and spatting it against her anus, rubbing it over with the cock head and thrusting it back in. The doggy style was his favorite position, again, for the power he had over her. That fine ass was being pummeled.

After what felt like an hour, the Blood King flopped onto the bed beside her and ordered her to ride him. She showed reluctance to do so, so a hard slap to the ass got her going, "Hurry up" grumbling. She hovered over him, slowly falling to her knees, reaching underneath her, grasping his large meat. She frowned feeling its girth before the head went back inside of her.

"Ride me, fast" he smiled at her with that sick smile. Now it was her turn to put some effort into the fucking as his strong hands grasped her waist.
 
Zita claws the bed matress as she pleaded as she didnt think, she could handle his enormous cock.Collapse on the bed as he withdrew, in tears as she tries to catch her breathe. She looks shock as he prepare her ass for him once more,shaking her head, before she could pull away, she end up screaming in agony as he ram his full length in her bruised ass.Shaking her self: "please...can't ...arrrggghhh....tooo big!!!" *crying under him helplessly as he pounded her vigorously for an hour.

She collapse once more of the bed, trembling as she was sore and exhausted from his demanding needs. Cries out as he smack her ass, looks up in disbelief he wanted her to rise his huge cock. She clumsily climb over him, reaches back to his cock, gulps as she can barely wrap her hand around his girth. Whimpers as she force herself of his cock, crying out as the head slip back in her ass painfully.

She hated him for making her ride him, she look away humiliated as she slowly began to ride his massive cock, hissing as she felt the friction. She did her best to keep a pace but was not nearly as fasts as he hoped for, she tried to find a steady pace. Whimpers as he felt so big inside her, whimpers as she never imagine he be so demanding*
 
That's the way it was. When he was inside her for a second time, he looked at her face. Zita was trying to avoid eye contact, she was trying to avoid showing pain, but with the tears in her eye and that lifted lower lip, she was feeling the pain. Instead of holding on to her hips he lifted his hands and interlocked the fingers and placed them behind his head, thoroughly relax as he watched the virgin girl try to please him. It was l ike watching a monkey with a screwdriver trying to fix a car, she had no idea what to do and she was doing it with a man she did not even like and she had to do it.

In the back of her mind she prayed that Scarlett would come in with a garden hose and spray them with ice cold water to ruin the moment, but that never came to fruition.

The man continued to smile at her, waiting for her to do what he wanted. Never moving, always smiling, and he had all the power over her.
 
Zita look at hi startled as he interlock their fingers to pull her to him,look at him turning beet red. She gulps a few times before forcing the words out: " Please...i can't no more...its to much..." *tries to pull her hands away as she was trying avoid eye contact. Whimpering as she couldn't seem to break free of him.Whimpers as she slowly begins to ride him to afriad to boldly defy him as she was impaled on his cock. Tears streaming down her cheek as she tried to ride him slightly faster, the friction always bringing fresh tears as she tries her best.

She bite her lower lip, whimpering trying her best to ride his cock but never seem to increase as much as he would when pounding her sore deflowered ass: " pleae....no more....hurts....tooo big..."
 
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