Number One with a Bullet.

[Sweet_Secrets]

Number One with a Bullet. (With Polycoms.)

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We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
-- "Sugar, We're Going Down Swinging" by Fall Out Boy

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"... If there's any reason for those not to be married, please approach my wife or I to let us know the reasons the nuptials of the announced couples," Arthur Jane, the priest of the St. Ursala's Virgins Church, said into the microphone to the small but attentive crowd before him. "I bless you all in the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Go in peace to serve the Lord."

"Thanks be to God," they all replied but many of them, if not all, stayed to sing the final song as Elizabeth Jane -- The wife of Arthur and the mother of Margaret Jane, their only child -- began to play the small organ they had installed in their humble church. Their daughter, a beauty known for her large, blue eyes, sang the loudest and certainly the most beautiful.

Though the people who came were quite polite, some of the boys and even men sneaked looks at the young woman and admired her beauty. One could not blame them, for she was full in figure but graceful in her poise and manners. Her chocolate brown hair pulled back in a French braid to show her clear skin, the rosy complexion complimenting the simple white dress, stockings and shoes she wore for this Sunday Mass. Yes, she was the pride and joy for both the parents and those who knew her.

She was a rare girl, someone who kept her word and her values at the same time, refusing to give into temptation though she lived in none other than New York City.

The type of place that New York City was was the whole reason why she and her parents were here. With the mafia taking over the streets of the people, Prohibition in full swing, crime rates going up; it looked like the City That Never Sleeps was plagued endlessly with troubles and vices.

Her parents, good natured souls and admittedly ones for adventures deep in their wanderlust hearts, wanted to spread the word of the Lord further beyond their small town in Vermont. So when they heard of the crime rates, issues and situations that befell New York daily, they thought it would be the perfect place to start. So they moved there, uprooting everything they have and know, to help battle against the corruption and sin that was all but encouraged there in the Big Apple. It was, at first, scary, especially when some mafia people threatened her parents to get them to pay a 'protection fee, but it has been okay ever since.

So far, their battle has been going well with new people coming to the church almost everyday thanks to Arthur's encouragement that all people of faiths and pasts come here to see the 'basic message of God'.

After the people had finally left, and when Arthur was finished being respected by the people who approached him or blessed all the children and babies that were handed to him, the Jane family stayed behind to clean the small church and help prepare for tomorrow morning's Mass once again.

"How are we tonight, Elizabeth?" Arthur asked as he helped Margaret mop the wooden floors. He was referring to the church donations they gave out every night, both their incomes and their fundings and budget for the church.

Elizabeth sighed as she set down the last donation basket she was checking, her dark hair pulled back into a tightly pulled back bun. It gave her a sharp look, only made sharper by the frown she wore on her pretty face. "Only a hundred dollars in total," Elizabeth said when she finished the calculations. "We have enough to pay for Maggie's schooling and for half the rent here... But that's it. Even I can't stretch the money enough to support our bills, supplies and such."

"Hmmm," Arthur said thoughtfully, not seemingly troubled. "The Lord shall provide for us, Elizabeth. Do not worry. At least little Maggie--" At this point, a large smile blossoms onto his handsome, tanned face and he reaches over to pink the blushing cheek of his daughter. "-- shall have her education! A girl must have brains and beauty, love."

"But Papa," Margaret protested, looking worried for the fate of her small church and her parents, "how will we ever get by then? We must pay by next month or we'll lose the church! How can we help people during these dark days of the Prohibition if we cannot help ourselves."

"Fear not, Maggie," he assured his sweet dear. "Nothing shall happen to us. The Lord sends only obstacles we can overcome. What is the worst that can happen, after all? Everything shall be fine. Do not worry about it. Your mother and I shall take care of it."

"Of course, Papa," Margaret said. Her father was right. What's the worse that could happen?

 

[Polycoms]

Vincent Bonnano woke up late next to a beautiful sleeping brunette whose name he didn't even try to remember. God, these women are too easy, where is the challenge I used to love... Jumping out of bed and heading to the shower he took a quick look at himself in the wall mirror admiring his strong Italian features and toned body before he jumped in the shower and steamed everything up. Putting on his slacks, shirt and suspenders he headed downstairs to get some food and speak with his assistant Marietta.

His Wednesday selection was out on the table, freshly prepared by his cook. Vincent took an omelet and sat down with Marietta for breakfast. "Update me" he commanded, barely looking up from his omelet.

Marietta quickly covered the mundane housekeeping updates before getting into the part of the update that Vincent was most interested in "Frankie dropped by and asked you to go over the monthly bookie information with him and Joey Corleone sent over this as a gift." Marietta stated monotonously, handing over a fine looking wooden box. "Don't worry, its been checked for explosives." she added, preempting the question that was just about to roll off Vincent's tongue. Opening the case, Vincent found a ceremonial revolver that must have dated back at least 100 years. Good, so it seems that Joey has accepted me as the future Don as well as the rest of them. Now I just need Horseface Frankie to condone me and the city is mine.

"Thanks Marietta" John replied, heading upstairs to get the rest of his clothes on. "Oh, and get rid of the Brunette." he called over his shoulder, heading upstairs to his wardrobe. Putting on his gun belt, jacket and shoes, Vincent was heading out the door when Marietta shouted out to him "Oh, I almost forgot, your nephew asked for some advice when you get a chance"

Again? He's been in charge of extortion for over a year now, everybody KNOWS they have to pay based on reputation alone and he STILL can't run that ship correctly? At least the liquor oporation was growing faster than he could have hoped for...
"FINE!" Vincent shouted out over his shoulder. "I'll see him when I get the chance."

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

The morning's Mass has ended just an hour ago, the usual routine of good mornings and light hearted Mass to bless all of the goers for a good and prosperous day in their jobs, and the Janes resumed their regular tasks of maintaining the church in both looks and finances. As the undeniable brains of the family, steely-eyed, sombre-faced Elizabeth took care of the maths once more as father and daughter worked on mopping and brushing the floors clean.

Usually, Margaret would be at home and be studying her lessons while waiting for her tutor who would come at 11:00 AM. However she, after convincing her parents about this choice, had decided she’ll cancel today’s tutoring for this day, maybe even this week if she can convince her parents, to help save their money. They’ve been stretching so much of their money lately. It was only until last night, when her mother mentioned the money in front of her for once, did she realize how much her parents were sacrificing to stay here. It was only now she saw that her mother’s diamonds earrings were gone or how dad’s beloved phonograph had vanished from their bedroom.

Arthur sighed and leaned against the broom for support while he quietly murmured to himself how his back has been aching more frequently and, for once in her young life, Margaret saw how old her beloved father and mother was becoming these passing days.

Her father was still fit, tall and lean from his constant work outdoors when he went out to help the less fortunate and his hair still the inky black she remembered from her girl years, but it seemed like he was slowing down. His smiles were bright and happy but they seemed strained, tired and he was out like a light when he went to bed when they came back to their little home that was a few houses from the church they owned after they thoroughly cleaned the church. He was now taking medication for his back pains but they were expensive for the modest family and he was down to his last bottle though he was to refill them within this week to keep the pains from becoming too intense.

Her mother was still slender and delicate looking, her features sharp and her iron grey eyes burning with an intense fire – the only indicator that she did not take bullcrock without fighting back if she must. Her hair was the same color as Margaret’s chocolate browns with the thickness that she too had. There were strands of silver threading through her tresses. She always had lines to her face from her constant frowning but it was like each day that passed, the lines pushed further and further into her clear skin. She complained of headaches but they didn’t require medication…

Yet, a nasty voice whispered in her ear. Not yet, at least.

The stress of being here in New York, where her parents were most likely listened to awful confessions from all sorts of people and where they were most definitely threatened with/without a weapon more than once, was catching up with them now. They were admittedly older than expected when her mother gave birth to her, after years of struggling to have a child and suffering from one miscarriage, and Margaret couldn’t help but wonder how she’ll be able to provide for them when she took care of them. She was planning to study maths, maths was important wherever you go, but no one was interested in hiring a girl to do their numbers these days.

It made her worry just a bit. She looked at her father for support, who seemed to notice her anxiety, and he gave a large smile in reply to the small one she had on her rosy lips. She felt settled… then the knocking on the front (and only) doors happened.

“Who is that? Surely no one is hear for Mass, are they?" Elizabeth asked to no one in particular from where she was sitting on the pews, jotting down the math for today’s donations. The knocking, pounding, really, continued on. “My, what manners these people have in New York. Perhaps we open an etiquette class. Spreading the good word of ‘Wait’ is just as important as ‘Treat Others as You Want to Be Treated.’”

Arthur laughed and kisses his wife’s nose as he stoops low to do so, trying to calm the lovely spitfire he married. “Peace, Elizabeth. Margaret, be a dear and get that for us,” he asked his beloved daughter. “Papa has to take his medication now and you know how cranky Mama can be when people don’t behave.”

Nodding like the dutiful daughter she was, she put the broom away and fixed her outfit to look presentable in case it was some people they knew. It wasn’t too hard to do neaten her appearance up, seeing that she wore the most modest and simplest outfits she could find. Like, for today, it was a a white pinafore which ended at just the top of her knees that was on top of a long sleeved dress that was colored the same blue of her eyes and old riding boots.

They were considered ‘drab’ by many people but she wanted it to be drab, thank you very much. It would be less likely that people would go after her. She looked up when she finished fixing her clothing, trying to make sure her hair that was pulled back with a white ribbon was neat.

“How do I look?”

“A radiant Child of God,” Arthur replied with a cheeky smile as he pecked his daughter’s cheek as she passed by him to go to the doors.

With a ready smile on her lips, she went to the door, unlocked the first two bolts and opened it halfway. “Yes? How may we help you today?”

 

[Polycoms]

Vincent headed out of his door with his day carefully planned out in his mind. Go over the books with Frankie, see what his nephew Paulie had done wrong this time and go over to the hospital to see if there had been any developments with Don Bonnano. His personal driver was ready and waiting with the door of his freshly polished black Rolls Royce and bowed his head as Vincent got in the back seat before rushing around to get in himself. "Where to, Sir?"

"Get me to Frankie's Brooklyn spot" Vincent commanded offhandedly to his third driver in as many months. I actually like this one, doesn't speak out of turn, looks like he can handle himself and that getaway last Thursday was even a little bit impressive. I think I'll keep him.

Gazing almost mindlessly out the window enjoying the clear weather, Vincent didn't realize they had arrived until his driver spoke up from the front seat. "Shall I escort you in or wait in the car, Sir?"

Snapping out of his daze, Vincent realized that the driver was still in his seat. "AFTER you get my door you can wait here." Vincent snapped, neglecting to mention how long he would be. And I was just thinking that I was going to keep him.... Incompetence. Vincent hopped out of the now open door, took a quick look up and down the quiet street searching for any threats and headed into Frankie's 'bar'.

Frankie's bar was quite a big building but with a very small public area that openly discouraged customers. The main part of the operation was through the door behind the bar where the headquarters of the Bonnano bookie business was managed by Vincent's uncle Frankie. Frankie had been in the bookie business since he was 14. Now 52 and having run it for the last 28 years, he knew absolutely EVERYTHING there was to know illegal gambling. He had been Vincent's 'family' tutor while he was home schooled and although he wasn't able to completely trust Frankie as he could probably make a challenge to be Don if Vincent wasn't around, he was a good friend and very reliable.

Walking through the door behind the bar, Vincent was impressed, as always, with the level of order there was to everything. Noticing Frankie sitting behind his desk, Vincent strode purposefully over. "Frankie! Good to see you my friend." Vincent boomed. "What's new on your front?"

"I'm good Vinnie, business is good which is more than I can say for my useless Son. Isabella said she was going to make lasagna tonight, so I've been looking forward to that since I left home this morning." Frankie replied in his distinctively hoarse voice. "Thats what I like to hear. Let Isa know ill drop by tonight if I have the chance. Best lasagna ever. You have the monthly books for me?"

Frankie slid the bookie ledger over to the other side of the desk for Vincent to look over without another word. I don't know why I even bother with this, he's always spot on and growing.... Yes you do. You must been seen to know EVERYTHING about your business, especially with those who may challenge you if you want to become Don. "2% growth in what should have been a bad month. Not even sure I could have done better myself. Keep up the good work." Vincent said eventually after having taken his time to study every intricate detail of last month's ledger receiving a grunt in response. "Now, if there is nothing else pressing, your Son has asked me to help him out with something so I need to be making a move." He continued while starting to get up from his chair.

Leaving Frankie's without incident, Vincent got his driver to take him round the corner to the barber shop that Frankie's son Tony ran the Bonnano extortion business out of. Walking in, past the actual barbers and into the back office, Vincent immediately sat down opposite a flustered Tony. Tony was incompetent but Frankie and Don Bonnano had insisted on him taking over the extortion business after Vincent moved on because of the family connections. "V-Vinnie, I wasn't expecting you so early..." Tony forced out, his enormous weight making even speaking a challenge. "You ASKED to see me Tony, Marietta passed the message on this morning. Now stop wasting my time and get on with it." Came the sharp reply. God, I wish I could just get rid of this bumbling fatty. Perhaps an accident is in order....
"Y-Yes V-Vinnie, sorry, I forgot. I'm having trouble getting people to pay up to the new rates. How can we raise them and still expect them to pay?"
"What do you mean 'having trouble?' Reputation alone makes people pay. Come the reply with more than a hint of anger. "Give me your ledger, I want to see how much you've screwed this up since you took over."
"Y-Yes boss. Tony replied, scrambling to find the ledger under his stack of papers.

Looking through the ledger, Vincent was becoming more and more angry. About half way through he stopped, turned the ledger around and slammed his finger down on one of the entries. "What's this, you cant even make a fucking CHURCH pay up? What is wrong with you? How many times have you broken their stained glass windows? HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU VANDALIZED THEIR GRAVE YARD? ANSWER ME!" Vincent fumed, his voice getting louder and louder.
"N-n-none o-of that B-boss" whispered a clearly frightened Tony."OK thats it, we're going there right now and YOU, NOT ME, are going to make them pay. I'm not going to say anything and if you cant manage this, then you're out. I don't care what my father says or how much it costs me with Frankie. Got it?" This might be my chance to get ride of this idiot without killing him, lets see how it pans out, the church is only round the corner.

As they both got up to leave for the church, Tony with much more difficulty thank Vincent, Vincent couldn't resist another jibe at his cousin "Oh, and you drive. I like the suspension is my Rolls as it is thank you very much."

When Tony pulled up outside the church, Vincent was stunned. The place was in perfect condition and looked almost like a gem in the middle of a horrible neighborhood. "OK Mr Enforcer, time to do your stuff" Vincent jabbed while motioning to the traditionally large oak doors.

Tony knocked twice "G-Guess they're not here." he stuttered while turning to leave. Vincent anger had turned into amusement at this point This guy just can't last. He's a liability "Tony. You WILL get them to pay up today. I don't care if you have to break the doors down, steal their organ and sell it. One way or another they will pay." Was the response as Vincent pulled Tony back around to continue knocking.

After pounding away for quite some time, the door was finally opened slightly although not quite enough for Vincent to see through from where he was standing. “Yes? How may we help you today?” Came the radiant voice of a young woman. What a lovely voice but what is a young woman doing running a church, and how could Tony fail to intimidate one? "W-we need to s-speak with whoever r-runs this place" Tony stammered out as he pushed the door all the way open and stepped inside, Vincent lingering a good few steps behind quietly observing the situation.




OOC- Sorry for the long post!

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

When Margaret opened the door, Tony was a little dismayed it had to be her. If it had been Mrs. Elizabeth, that cranky broad, he would have felt a little bit better in shaking down the church for some money they were supposed to cough up. He didn’t really like her. (Plus, she scared him with those mean old eyes of hers.) But nope! He had to get the nicest (and prettiest) girl he had ever met.

“Oh! Hello Tony,” Margaret said cheerfully as she undid all the locks since it was someone she trusted and knew well enough. “How are you doing? I have some cupcakes—”

He cut her off, though he regretted it because he loved the Jane Cupcakes they would give to him when he stopped by by saying, “W-we need to s-speak with whoever r-runs this place.” He felt bad but brushed his feeling asides then pushed the door opened and marched in without her permission.

Margaret stood there, the door wide open to show her full figure and features, shocked that Tony would be so rude. She didn’t bother to look out, missing her chance to possibly see the reason why Tony was acting like this, and hurried inside to ask Tony what was wrong. This wasn’t good. She knew what Tony’s job was but he was a sweetheart. He wouldn’t harm a fly but he also wanted to impress his family and friends, who mocked him for his shyness and his weight. She knew he would go far lengths to appease them but would that include harming her family?

God, no!

If it was any consolation to Margaret, Tony was all but sweating while he went in the homey little church to harass the Janes for protection money. He tried to stride over like how he saw the others do but it came more out of a waddle fit for a penguin. (A clumsy penguin at that.)

He had gone to St. Ursula’s a few times to try and make them pay up but he felt awful for trying to shake down money on some honest folk. The first time he tried, he nearly broke into tears – But he didn’t! Because he was a man! – and Mr. Jane was nice enough to cry for a little while before talking to him. Mr. Jane even let him go to confessions if he felt like he was being ‘burdened’. He certainly felt it right now.

He wished Vincent didn’t choose this church. If it was any other place, he would have been more confident. He stopped a few feet from where the two Janes were, with their backs to him as they spoke quietly like they didn’t hear him walk in.

“Uhhh…” Smooth, he thought to himself, smooth. “Hey. I gotta ask again ‘bout the…”

“We’re not interested in being protected, Tony,” Arthur said without turning his back to see how it was, his voice booking no argument but in the kindest way possible. “All of us are protected in God’s grace in our spirits, so why try to protect our bodies? They are mere vessels to our true treasures. While we must treat it with respect, we also have to remind ourselves this is only a temporary shell.”

Tony huffed, impressed by the speech but not the reply. “It’s also a pleasure to meet you again, Mr. Tony,” Arthur continued, finally turning around to give a mega-watt smile. “How are you doing in your prayers?”

Tony rocked on his heels back and forth, a bit difficult thanks to his big-bonged girth, and whistled in dismay. “Better these days. My brothers taunt me ‘bout it but it feels nice talking to someone who want make fun of my weight.”

Arthur nodded in reply while Elizabeth looked at him, one brow arched as if to ask, ‘Why aren’t you leaving?’ Behind him, he could hear Margaret catch up.

“Tony!” Margaret said, looking at him with worry. “Is it about the money again?”

It wasn’t the first time the Janes had been shaken down for ‘protection money’. Tony had tried once but failed when Arthur convinced him to not do that but it seems like he was being forced to again. Margaret felt a little bad for Tony, who just wanted to be liked by his families and have the fat jokes stop for once.

“Yeah, Margie,” Tony said, “I have to collect the money now. So, please Mr. Jane and Mrs. Jane! I need ten grand and that’s it.”

“No.” Arthur shook his head once and it was clear by his gentle but firm expression that he wouldn’t budge on the subject. He was the sole owner of the church here, in order to protect Elizabeth’s money if the day of them needing to sell the church happens. “We won’t, and can’t give you the money. All our money these days comes from donations and we won’t use those blessings from other hard workers for our own gain if it does not benefit them.”

“C’mon, Mr. Jane, I need the money one way or another. My cousin’s waitin’ for me outside and everything!”

“Then find another way,” Arthur said but not unkindly. “We are poor in finances but rich in spirit.”

Tony sighed, not feeling like bugging them anymore. Mr. Jane was pretty sure about his statement. “Alright, I gotta go and tell Vincent ‘bout it then.”

As he left the church, Margaret pressed a cupcake into his palm. “Looks like you need something sweet in your life,” she said gently.

“Thanks Margie.” He felt better, not a lot but just a bit, that someone was being nice to him. Vincent sure won’t be that when he came out. “Take care of yourself, kay?”

Margaret nodded and then he left the church, passing through the oak doors with both tension leaving and coming to his large frame.

“I’m sorry Vincent,” Tony said when he came back outside to meet up with his cousin. He looked a little bit embarrassed but, at the same time, relieved that he didn’t do any harm to the Janes. “I’m just not cut out for this type of stuff. Maybe it’s time you found a new guy for this. My Pops said he has another job for me if I ‘fuck up as usual.’”

Sheepishly, he held out the cupcake Margaret had given to him. It was a small attempt to appease Vincent’s inevitable wrath when he replied. “You could have the cupcake, though. Their daughter, Margaret, made it for her lunch. It’s coffee flavor with sprinkles. I don’t know how they got coffee into this because they said they were tight on money, but it’s really good. It’s great with milk and cream and stuff like that. Pleasedon’thurtme.”

 

[Polycoms]

“Oh! Hello Tony,” Margaret said cheerfully as she undid all the locks since it was someone she trusted and knew well enough. “How are you doing? I have some cupcakes—”

CUPCAKES?! I take Tony somewhere people should be scared of him and hes offered CUPCAKES! WHAT. THE. FUCK. Tony quickly (for him at least) brushed past the yet unseen girl with the lovely voice and into the Church. At least he is imposing some authority. Lets see how he... Vincent's thoughts tailed off as the door opened, revealing one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Deep, dark blue eyes looked at Tony with surprise before she quickly turned around following him into the church, swishing her long, curly hair around without even thinking. Vincent stood still, with an almost shocked expression on his face. Wow. Now that, I wasn't expecting. So sexy even in those drab clothes. I need to get a better look... He started thinking as the door closed slowly to the side of him.

Waiting around outside the church for Tony to come back with the money got Vincent thinking about the stunning brunette he had just seen some more. How can somebody so beautiful be working in a church of all places? Don't women like that get husbands as soon as they're of age? Hmm... If she's at the church, she must be religious. I wonder HOW religious... Vincent pondered, feeling his cock twitch slightly. I've been looking for a challenge. What could be better than seducing this stunning, seemingly innocent and naive churchgoer? Thats what I'm going to do. She will be mine. He decided. His mind snapping out of his reverie momentarily realizing that Tony was taking far too long for a simple collection and the church was far too quiet for a violent one. This is going to be the end of Fat Tony if he doesn't come out with my money. I wonder how I'll get rid of him? Vincent mused uninterestedly. At least if he doesn't trash the place it will be easier to get my cock in that sexy piece of ass I saw in the doorway.

The doors opened up, snapping Vincent back into the real world and Tony emerged carrying a.... CUPCAKE? That thing better be made of solid fucking gold.

“I’m sorry Vincent,” Tony said when he came back outside to meet up with his cousin. He looked a little bit embarrassed but, at the same time, relieved that he didn’t do any harm to the Janes. “I’m just not cut out for this type of stuff. Maybe it’s time you found a new guy for this. My Pops said he has another job for me if I ‘fuck up as usual.’” No, there would be no more jobs for Tony after this. He's been a liability too long and this just proves it. CUPCAKES?

“You could have the cupcake, though. Their daughter, Margaret, made it for her lunch. It’s coffee flavor with sprinkles. I don’t know how they got coffee into this because they said they were tight on money, but it’s really good. It’s great with milk and cream and stuff like that. Pleasedon’thurtme.” Ahh, so she's their daughter. That will make things interesting Vincent couldn't help suppress a malicious grin.

Taking the cupcake from Tony and idly taking a bite Hmm, not too bad. Not worth 10 grand, but not bad for a cupcake. "No Tony, there will be no more jobs for you to 'fuck up as usual.' I've had enough of you. Go back to yours, get my driver sent up here to pick me up and never let me or anybody I know see you again or you'll end up in a box. The only reason you're not already in one is because I don't have one big enough for your fat self." Vincent couldn't help throwing in the last bit, almost laughing at his cousin's reaction as he turned even whiter than usual.

"B-Bu B-Bu V-V-Vin?" Tony barely managed to squeak out. "You've got 30 seconds to get out of my sight" Came the stern reply as Vincent turned round to knock on the church door.

Hearing the tires screeching from what must have been Tony jetting off behind he waited patiently for the church door to open and was pleased that it was the beautiful brunette that he had seen before. "My, My. Well aren't you the image of God's perfection?" Vincent responded catching Margaret's eyes, smiling, and holding her eyes in the gaze of his own bright blue ones. "So sorry to trouble you but my associate just passed me this cupcake and after taking one bite I just HAD to come and complement the chef." Still teasing the innocent young woman with his eyes. Damn I'm good at bullshitting. "Would it be possible to come in and thank him personally?" She's even more beautiful than I first thought. I can't wait to have her screaming my name. Watching Margaret turn around, he was treated to a nice close up of her backside Wow, her ass is even making an impression in that demure dress and pinafore. I bet its unworldly naked.

"Ahh, who is your friend Maggie?" Queried Arthur suspiciously, taking in the strong Italian features of Vincent. This one is smart. I'll have to be wary of him. All part of the challenge though! It wouldn't be fun if it was easy."Ah, please forgive my lack of manners. Vincent Bonnano, at your service Sir. You must be the proprietor of this fine establishment. I was just thanking this beautiful lady for the cupcake that she so kindly made for my colleague." Vincent bowed slightly to the older man, showing his mock respect. Lets see how he takes this..."That young lady is my daughter. And if you would like to speak with her further, it will be with my permission. Mr Bonnano." Came Arthur's stern reply. Ahh, so he knows about the family. Oh well, its not him I have to convince to fuck me. HAHA.

"Well, in that case Sir, I would like to ask your permission to court your beautiful daughter. I have never been so taken with a young lady in my life and would love to get to know her." Was the subservient reply, only briefly turning to smile sweetly at Margaret before turning back to her overbearing father awaiting his reply.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

“You’ll think he’ll be fine, Papa?” Margaret asked when she watched Tony leave the church and close the doors behind him. He still looked nervous as he left the church, uneasy to talk to whoever this ‘Vincent’ was since he couldn’t collect the money from them. She and him got along well enough. He was a nice guy, just a bit silly and scatterbrained because of his nervousness. “I hope he’ll be fine. He’s a sweet guy and all.”

Arthur sighed, knowing Tony’s family and how cold the mafia could be in regards to failure. Tony had admitted during their confessions that his family had been openly talking to him about the ‘fishes’ whenever he made a mistake and this would no doubt be the last straw of incompetence in their eyes. But he didn’t want to break Margaret’s heart. He felt bad for the boy but worse for his little girl if her heart broke.

“Of course he’ll be fine, Maggie, why wouldn’t be?” he replied, looking at her with certainty he always seemed to have. “He’s in God’s protection after all. Nothing shall happen to him while he is under God’s Graces.”

“Maggie…”

She didn’t need to be told twice. She went over to the doors and opened it and met the most handsome man she ever met.

While she was the Child of God, she was still a human being. He was quite handsome, with the classic Italian features that people (even her) considered appealing. His hair was rather long but it was in kept conditions so it was sleek and shiny. He had the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen on a person, making her think of robin eggs. He was taller than her but everyone was taller than her and he had definite but not too much muscles that made the suit he was wearing look good on him when it would have looked awful on anyone else.

He was handsome, she had to admit that but he was also… Tainted? There was something in his eyes, his voice and his way of moving and talking that made her feel uneasy about him. This certainly wasn’t the type of man she wanted to be with alone in a dark alley way anytime soon. When he complimented her looks and her cooking, she simply nodded and thanked him – Keeping herself cool and polite all the while.

Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned around and felt the man’s gaze go instantly on her rump. She shifted on her feet and tugged on her skirt in a futile attempt to keep him from staring at her butt too long.

Arthur came out and froze, just a bit, when he saw how it was at the door. No wonder poor Tony was so scared on not being able to get the money from them. With the heir of the Bonnano family, the most ruthless and most powerful mafia in New York, waiting for you anyone would have been scared. He frowned at the sight of the man but showed no visible signs of hating the boy.

“Ahhh,” he said, trying to seem calm for his daughter’s sake, “Who is your friend, Maggie?”

Before Maragret could reply, the man said, “Ah, please forgive my lack of manners. Vincent Bonnano at your service Sir. You must be the proprietor of this fine establishment. I was just thanking this beautiful lady for the cupcake that she so kindly made for my colleague.”

Vincent Bonnano! Margaret’s eyes widened in shock, and only that, when she realized the heir of the Mafia family was flirting with her. Her stomach twisted and she honestly felt ill. She reached out to touch her father’s hand, grasping for comfort, and he took her small one into his larger one to calm her down. Arthur looked at the man, frowning more and his irritation quite clear on his usually serene expression.

“That young lady is my daughter,” Arthur said, his voice firm and also angry for once in his life. He had heard about the boy’s family and what they did. Especially to young women who had caught his fancy. His Maggie certainly won’t end up like them. “And if you would like to speak with her further, it will be with my permission. Mr. Bonnano.”

“That young lady is my daughter,” Arthur said stiffly, “and if you would like to speak with her further, it will be with my permission. Mr Bonnano.”

Vincent then asked if he could court Margaret, flattering her once again to make her sway even tried to give a bow and a smile to make Margaret fall under his charms but it instead pushed her to stay away from him. She couldn’t help but feel indignant. Did he really think just saying pretty words and looking nice would make her give her virginity to him? Of course no. Thankfully, Arthur must have thought what she was thinking for he frowned even more and sighed.

“Sadly, that falls into the hands of Maggie here and not myself,” Arthur said, looking at his daughter to give her strength. “Maggie, would you like this young man to court you?”

“I’m sorry Mr. Bonnano but I’m not interested in men right now,” Margaret said, moving back so she could hide from his gaze. She was rather shy around new company but the tone in her voice showed she wasn’t playing hard to get nor was she being a tease. She wasn’t interested. “You’re very charming and all but I don’t want to be courted anytime soon. I would rather be with my parents and help spread the Word of the Lord to help the less fortunate.”

 

[Polycoms]

The attraction Vincent felt coming off the chocolate haired beauty when they first met was rapidly diminishing as both Arthur and Margaret realized who he was. Even the eloquent bullshit coming off his tongue wasn't enough to sway her opinion. Hmm. Definitely not as easy as I thought it would be. Oh well, lets see what happens when I take her out. I know how irresistible I am.

“Sadly, that falls into the hands of Maggie here and not myself,” Arthur said, looking at his daughter to give her strength. “Maggie, would you like this young man to court you?” So he's leaving it up to her... BIG MISTAKE Arthur.

Vincent flashed Margaret another charming smile, waiting for her response as she started edging around behind her father. Wow, she really is shy. Oh well, the eyes don't lie. She's definitely attracted to me. We'll sort out the shyness soon enough. “I’m sorry Mr. Bonnano but I’m not interested in men right now,” What, did I hear that correctly? “You’re very charming and all but I don’t want to be courted anytime soon. I would rather be with my parents and help spread the Word of the Lord to help the less fortunate.” She said, her resolve clearly getting stronger as she went on.

Vincent was fuming. WHAT? NOBODY REJECTS ME. I'M VINCENT FUCKING BONNANO AND I GET WHATEVER WOMEN I WANT. EVEN IF THEY ARE PRISSY LITTLE VIRGIN MISSIONARIES. NOT A CHANCE BITCH. Barely able to contain his anger he almost snarled out "Thats very unfortunate Miss Jane. I am sure I would have been able to give you a very ENLIGHTENING experience" He couldn't help grinning with the reference to Margaret's faith.

Vincent took a step towards the father and daughter who, at this point, were beginning to show some signs of fear. "Regardless, I'm sure I will be seeing you and your beautiful eyes again soon." He added, smiling at Margaret projecting so many different meanings, both good and bad for the innocent little girl. "I believe I will be saying good day then. Miss Jane. Arthur. He ended before turning sharply on the heel of his custom made, imported Italian loafer and walking briskly out of the door and to his awaiting car.

"Take me home" He commanded as he sat back fuming. Strange... She is attracted to me on some level but its nowhere near strong enough to get over her fears, morals or family objections. I did know this was going to be hard... What is it they say? 'The harder the chase, the greater the reward?' Oh that little righteous bitch will be mine alright, she doesn't have a CLUE what she has gotten herself into.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

“He was horrid, Papa!” Margaret said when the car disappeared from the sight of the two Janes. She wondered what she saw in that man to consider him so handsome. He was just so rude and awful! She frowned, unsure of what else to say since she was so upset at the moment. “I hope I never see him again, he’s simply just dreadful and so leery as well! I’m certain he was staring at my butt.”

Arthur patted his daughter’s cheek and kissed her forehead, hoping to calm her down. “It won’t be the last we see him,” Arthur said honestly, “But he’s gone for now. We should count our blessings and add he’ll most likely not show his face here again until he feels confident enough to come and woo you. That’ll be quite a while, I bet.”

That cheered her up but not a lot. He would still come back to court her and only the Lord knows how he’ll react if she kept turning him down.

“Perhaps a meeting with the Lord tonight will make you feel better,” he added when he saw her still doubting, worried face. He referred to the Mass they had every night. Even at her crankiest, Margaret felt safe and at ease during the Mass. “That could help you feel at ease. The Lord is our Shepherd and he will not let the sheep stray if they make the effort to not stray themselves. He will protect you, Maggie.”

A week later...

Maybe Papa's right about it, Margaret thought as she looked around the party with a relaxed smile on her face. I should count my current blessings. That Vincent person hasn't bothered me for a week! Maybe he even forgot about me and found one of those women who would be more than happy to be in his bed.

Her thoughts were broken by a sharp wolf-whistle, making her look up from the book she was reading in her quiet little corner of the room the party was currently being hosted in.

"Lookin' great Maggie!" Old Man Jacob said, leering at her playfully as he passed by with his wife. He was dressed in his best suit and a large grin to match the splendor of it. "I'mma gonna blame ya fer the next heart attack I get soon! Count on it, missy!"

Margaret blushed and said something in response and the two went back into the party. Though she stayed in the corner all by her lonesome since the party for the charity began, people have been going out of their way to come to her and compliment on her choice of costume. "You look great," they would always say. "You look quite beautiful in that."

It was nice that they thought she looked so pretty. She was wearing her mother's old little dress and silk white stockings that were given to her as a birthday present two years ago. The dress was a tight fit, to be honest. It stretched tightly across her considerably larger bust since her mother was smaller, she was a C or D-cup at best while her mother was a B, and the skirt hugged her hips a bit too much as well for her to be comfortable in should she choose to walk around.

It was still a nice fit and with the shoes she found, she thought she looked pretty. She pinned her hair up in a bun and kept it in place with the fake diamond headband she used for Halloween last year and painted her eyeslids a heavy black, her lips ruby red and her cheeks a soft pink to complete the flappers look that was all the rage these days.

It was nice effect over all, as evidence to people's reactions to her when she entered the room designated for the costume party, though her mother looked like she was going to have a heart attack when she saw her only daughter dressed like those ‘whore girls in those clubs!’ Arthur, tickled pink by his daughter's costume choice for the costume party, just kissed her on the forehead and blessed her protection by St. Ursula's Graces before moving off to meet with some old friends he had spotted. He had brought Elizabeth with him, so the woman couldn't scold her daughter on something that was meant to be fun.

She wished her father hadn't. It was getting rather lonely by herself. She had finished the book already and was simply skimming through the pages, waiting for someone to actually chat with her. After a few minutes, she decided that she might as well get some fresh air. Tucking the book under her arm, she walked out of the party room to the empty hotel hallway to find an open window to go to. It was rather ominous, seeing that they had chosen the party venue to be in a hotel at nighttime. Everyone, she thought, was at the party so she was by herself and it was scary to be honest.

Just as she turned a corner, she realized it was a dead end. Who put dead ends for hallways? She sighed and turned around, her eyes casted to the ground in mild annoyance at this turn of events.

 

[Polycoms]

Vincent arrived back at home from his first encounter with Margaret Jane frustrated and determined. Striding confidently into his home he detoured past the living room on the way to his office "In my office Marietta. Now." not waiting for a response before continuing down the hall.

Vincent was sat down behind his antique mahogany desk and let out a sigh, easing the tension he had felt since he saw Tony come out of the church. It was not long before Marietta knocked on the door and entered, bowing her head slightly in subservience "You asked for me Sir?" she queried, looking up. "I have a new assignment for you." Vincent began without preamble. "Do you know of St. Ursala's Virgins Church Marietta?" He waited for his servant's nod before continuing. "There is a young girl there, the daughter of the priest no less, who I am interested in. I would like you to keep me informed of her movements. Use whatever resources you need." He commanded, eying the shocked expression on Marietta's face. "Yes Sir." She conceded, turing to leave the office, stopping briefly when Vincent called out again "Oh, and if you hear of anybody seeing Fat Tony, do let me know immediately. Good day."

Marietta left the office and walked down the hallway back to her living room shaking her head. What does he want with a priest's daughter? He can have any woman he wants. Trust that evil man to corrupt somebody like that just for his own fun. Shameful.



A week later....

Life was going perfectly for Vincent Bonnano. Even more so than the previous week. Nobody had seen Fat Tony since the incident at the church (rumours were he moved to California and was managing some kind of charity project, helping fat children with low self esteem.) and his replacement was doing a grand job having gained payments from 50% of the premesis' that Tony failed to secure within a week of starting the job.

Vincent was dressed with his car waiting, just about to head out the door for a family meeting with Frankie when Marietta came running up behind him. "Vincent! Wait!" She called out, slightly short of breath. "Apologies for interrupting but you need to know now if you are to act on my information." His slightly nervous servant juststified. It was never a good idea to interrupt Vincent Bonnano. "Well spit it out then..." He growled when Marietta wasn't immediately forthcoming. Marietta had to take a deep breath to calm her nerves before explaining "I have just found out about an exclusive event being run by St. Ursala's Virgins Church. There is going to be a part tonight on the second floor of the Augustine Hotel. My sources have told me that Miss Jane will be attending. She jetted out, all in one breath before bowing her head slightly.
"Very good Marietta. Very good indeed." Vincent complemented smirking, the wheels in his head already turning. "Inform Frankie I won't be able to make it tonight." He called over his shoulder as he stepped outside towards his car.

"Take me to the Augustine Hotel." He told the driver, sitting back in his Rolls Royce scheming. I wonder how surprised they'll be to see me. I can't wait for the look on prissy little Margaret's face! Round two... Vincent's thoughts were interruped as his driver pulled up outside the hotel, running around quickly to let him out. He enterred the Hotel imprecably dressed as usual, customer tailored dark blue suit, Italian loafers and his ever trusty revolver tucked into his gun belt. Heading up to room on the second floor where he had been told by reception the party was being held his attention was drawn by a flash of white out the corner of his eye. Turning round he saw the rear of a young woman dressed to the nines in a dress that was probably about two sizes too small based on how tight the dress looked on her tight ass. He was immediately drawn to the woman and stared walking over, admiring the way her heeled shoes going all the way up her tight, stockinged calves to an ass that was just out of this world. Curly dark brown hair covered her whole back and Vincent began to feel more than a little twitch in his trousers.

That has got to be the best looking little whore I have ever seen. I didn't think it was possible for sluts to be this fucking hot. And what is she doing at this hotel.... Clearly she isn't a member of the church.... He was just beginning to imagine all the fun he would have when the woman turned around. He had to do a double take before he realized that it actually WAS little righteous Margaret Jane and a massive grin started to cross his face. "Well, Well, If it isn't little Miss 'I'm not interested in boys at the moment'...." He teased menacingly as the girl looked up, shocked and probably fightened. Vincent slowly closed the distance between them as he continued, trapping Margaret between himself and the wall "Tell me then little Margaret, if you aren't interested in boys, why are you dressed up like a little slutty whore?" He continued, lifting her face up to look into his deep blue eyes, running his hand along the perfectly soft skin of her cheek. "Not that I'm complaining mind you. You can be my slutty little whore whenever you like. He whispered seductively in her ear as his hand began to trace down Margaret's neck towards her bulging bust... "Tell me Margaret, how does it feel to have a man touch you for the first time? Vincent's mouth still to her ear, his tongue darting out to flick her earlobe as his hand reached the firm mound of her breast giving a hard squeeze.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

The first thing that alarmed Margaret was that, in the dim lights of the hallways, there was a shadow in front of her. Her large eyes widened even more and she looked up to see who it was… Only ending up to see the face of Vincent Bonnano, grinning like the Cheshire Cat in the dimly lit hallway. It was straight out of those horror films she watched with her friends once.

She squeaked and took a step back, a bad mistake on her part as it allowed him to advance to her and thus forcing her to move backwards more.

“What are you doing here?” Margaret asked with clear horror and fear in her eyes, backing away from him as he advanced closer and closer to her. Soon enough, there wasn’t any more room for her to move back. Poor Margaret felt the wall press against her back and a heavy, cold feeling settle in her stomach when she realized that she was trapped with this awful man. “This is… This is a private pa-party…”

Before she could say anything else, he started talking to her in the most horrible of ways. It hurt her. A lot. His words in describing her were just hurtful and tears sprang up in her eyes as he called her those awful things. And all of this harassment was happening to her just because she didn’t want to go out with him?

This simply wasn’t fair. She took a deep breath, making the dress’ fabric strain even more against her bountiful breasts, as she tried to talk to him calmly as he could. At the end of the day, she told herself, Vincent Bonnano was just a bully who got off on people who showed that they were scared of him. If she tried to show she wasn’t going to react or something he may leave her alone.

“It… It’s just for the party. I… I… I’m not a whore,” she said, trying not to cry as she tried to stay logical in this mess. Her heart was hammering in her chest and she tried not to give into the urge to cry for her parents to come help her. And everything was going so well too! She wanted to hug herself, for both comfort and to conceal her body from his leery gaze. “Just leave me alone, please. What did I ever do to you?”

She tried to look away from him when she felt him grab her cheek and force him to look at him, giving into a wince as he stroked her cheek like he was some sort of tender lover. He wasn’t tender and he certainly wasn’t her lover. If she had it her way, he wouldn’t even know her. If only she didn’t open that door when he knocked last week.

“You can be my slutty little whore whenever you like,” he purred in her ear, his hot breath brushing against her exposed skin. It made her shiver in both arousal and horror, mostly horror she told herself. Before she could tell him that she wouldn’t at all, he said, “Tell me Margaret, does it feel good when a man touches you like this?”

She then felt his paw on her heaving breast, giving it a grope as he licked her earlobe. She gave into a bubbling scream that she had lodged in her throat, scared for herself as he was doing this in a dark hallway with no one else possibly with them. Only God knows what else he’ll do if he’s encouraged and she would rather have only God now that anytime soon.

“Stop it!” Margaret said when he continued to grope her full, ripe breast, now clearly alarmed that he was touching her like this. There wasn’t anyone here in this part of the floor, most likely, and the music was loud in the room where the party was being held so calling for help would be useless. She was on her own. She tried to shove him off her, struggling against him as her body pressed against his. “Stop it, please! Oh, please. I don’t want to do this. Stop it, stop it!”

 

[Polycoms]

Margaret's scream did nothing to deter Vincent's assault as he continued to paw at her firm breast, finding her nipple and pulling none too gently through her shirt. "Nobody is coming to save you little girl." He taunted, his mouth still up against her ear "They're in the party enjoying themselves."

“Stop it!" Margaret said, trying another tact just as unsuccessfully. Vincent just grinned and pressed his body up tighter to her, forcing Margaret to feel the bulge of his throbbing cock through his trousers as he pressed it into her flat stomach. Oh God. She's got a fucking PERFECT body. Everything is so firm and soft. And so pure.... I'm going to make her scream my name.

Margaret started squirming franticly against Vincent, trying hopelessly to free herself. "Thats it you little slut, rub your tight little body against my cock. I know you love it." Vincent groaned, the friction of the priest's virgin daughter tormenting his desire. “Stop it, please! Oh, please. I don’t want to do this. Stop it, stop it!”

Vincent noticed Margaret's breathing growing heavier as he continued pawning her breasts and grinding his body into the helpless girl. Taking his free hand and forcing Margaret to look up into his eyes he continued his abuse "Look at you, your dress is two sizes too small. Your tits are hanging out just begging to be grabbed. You ass has an invitation written on it. He took his hand off her breast to reach around and squeeze her delighfully firm rump, empasising his point and pulling Margaret even tighter against his body. "Your eyes are begging me for more and those pouty red lips are just begging for me to fuck your face." He teased, forcing Margaret to feel and think things she had never even considered in her sheltered little life.

Vincent's cock was throbbing and by this point Margaret was breathing heavily, forcing her now hard nipples to drag up and down Vincent's own hard chest and he ground her into the wall. "Don't even pretend you don't want this. Look how flushed you are." He said, grinning menacingly before leaning down and kissing Margaret's dark red lips hard, not waiting long before shoving his tongue into the girl's virgin throat. Is she getting off on this? What a little whore.

"Tell me how much you're enjoying this you little slut." Vincent husked, his mouth moving down to her bare neck, biting her gently while both of his hands reached down to Margaret's taut rump, grabbing hard and steadily starting to lift up her pretty little dress all the while rubbing his cock against the confused and trapped girl through their clothing.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

"Look at you, your dress is two sizes too small. Your tits are hanging out just begging to be grabbed. You ass has an invitation written on it,” he told her in response to her pleas, putting all the blame on her for his molesting.

Margaret try to say something, that she didn’t want any of this and she was just here for a party, but a (gasp? moan?) sound erupted from her lips when the young woman felt him grope her ass now and continue to grind himself all over her in with disgusting excitement.

“Your eyes are begging me for more,” he growled in her ear, “and those pouty red lips are just begging for me to fuck your face."

The idea of him in her mouth, his length in her unaccustomed throat, as he used her like some streetwalker terrified poor Margaret. He wasn’t a gentleman and he wouldn’t be gentle to her, the woman who spurned his advances when it was clear he was used to getting anything he wanted. He would humiliate and harm her, just to get back at her for turning him down. She felt herself break a little and some tears ran down her face but she didn’t cry yet.

Not yet. Someone had to notice her missing from the party. Someone had to see that she was missing and look for her. Someone had to. Her parents, Old Man Jacob, the others from the church even… They would have to find her soon and save her.

She prayed to God to please intervene, to do something when she had to stop praying when he forcibly kissed her and shoved his tongue down her throat. Her first kiss! That was her first kiss and it was given to a horrible man like that. Oh God, please help her! She didn’t want this! Not at all. She tried to ignore the feeling, the taste, of him in her mouth and herself getting wetter by the second. She was a good girl, she would never want this.

But then why was she so aroused?

Struggling harder, she felt her stockings rip here and there from her movement and revealing her taut, tanned skin that was usually hidden from view of others. She felt so much thanks to this man. They were equally exciting and sickening to her. Her nipples being dragged across his chest, his throbbing length against her stomach and his breath forever ghosting over her face as he talked to her – Her head was something with emotions in. Margaret felt humiliated as Vincent continued to torment her, forcing her to endure his groping and verbal, sexual abuse.

“Tell me how much you're enjoying this you little slut,” he said to her, his voice thick with lust and excitement as she felt his hands grab her skirt and pull it up.

Margaret started to cry at this point, giving into her emotions, with tears running down her face as he started to pull up her skirt. Inky mascara run down her tanned face as her once quiet sobs became loud and noisy as he pulled her skirt high enough to show him her panties. They were, like her ensemble, white with flowers and there was an embarrassingly obvious wet spot where her sex was. She tried to press her legs together to keep him from seeing her shame, trying to look away as he continue to grind against her trapped frame for his enjoyment.

It was only then did she realize what he was trying to do. Was he really going to…? What if he…? How can she tell her parents, face them for that matter, if she ended up…? Shaking and whimpering, she grabbed his hands in a vain attempt to make him let go of her skirt. She pulled away, twisting her head to the left and closing her eyes to stop staring at that horrible, handsome face of his. This was just a nightmare.

“Please, please,” she begged, agony clear in her voice but also choked with arousal and confusion. She continued to try and tug down her skirt, crying all the while. “Don’t do this. I don’t want to. Please stop. Don’t do this, I’m a virgin! Please…” An idea formed in her head and she felt disgust at it but the other alternative was less than appealing. “I’ll do anything but this! Anything. I promise, I’ll do anything else but this. Just don’t rape me and let me go, please.”

 

[Polycoms]

Vincent looked down at the innocent little priest's daughter once he had got her skirt up over her hips. Such a fuckable little body He thought, taking in the soft exposed flesh of her lithe legs as his gaze travelled up her legs to her flowery panties. Is that.... No... Can't be. The little slut is actually enjoying this. Oh FUN!

"oooH... What's this?" Vincent teased as he felt Margaret's went cunt through her panties. "Is righteous little Margaret Jane enjoying herself?" He rubbed his hand up and down her flowery white panties, pressing hard into her clit eliciting and even louder moan from the confused girl. "It sure feels like it! Your cunt likes me even if you won't admit it you little whore."

Vincent was throbbing by this point, Margaret's arousal only intensifying his own. “Please, please,” The little girl begged, trying hopelessly to escape Vincent's strong hold as he toyed with her virgin pussy, forcing the girl to moan in pleasure. When Vincent went to slip his hand under the waistband, Margaret twisted violently managing to turn around, face against the wall but doing nothing to stop the lust filled Vincent. Pressing himself up against her delectably firm butt, he slid his fingers down into her wetness, feeling what no man had ever felt before. God, she is DRIPPING... And that ass...

"Please WHAT? Let you cum? Is that what my little slut wants?" Came the growl in Margaret's ear as his experienced fingers worked on her bare pussy. “Don’t do this. I don’t want to. Please stop. Don’t do this, I’m a virgin! Please…” She stammered out, tears streaming down her face. Vincent just laughed softly. "You're telling me that but your cunt is DRIPPING wet. I know what you really want little girl. I'm going to make you scream my name before we're done."

“I’ll do anything but this! Anything. I promise, I’ll do anything else but this. Just don’t rape me and let me go, please.” She screamed out between moans. HA! She look at her trying to reason now... No way am I settling for half measures, this pussy is just too nice "You'll do what ever the fuck I say you prissy little cunt." He half shouted, grabbing Margaret's neck with his free hand, cutting off her air briefly. Vincent had his mind made up and slowly inserted his finger into Margaret's untouched hole, pushing in until he felt the resistance of her hymen to test her tightness before withdrawing and going back to her clit. His large cock was becoming uncomfortable in his tousers as he continued to thrust it rhythmically between Margaret's butt cheeks. No Disappointments there.... She's tighter than I even imagined.



Meanwhile....

Old Man Jacob was wondering where the eye candy went. He had loved looking at the beautiful young form of Arthur's daughter in that cute dress. She really is something. I bet she'll make some man VERY happy one day. Deciding to take action, he sought out Arthur "I haven't seen Margaret in a while Arthur, do you know where she has got to?" He asked, trying to keep the desire out of his voice. He wasn't trying to seduce her or anything but any red blooded male would feel desire for such a lovely young lady. "Umm... I'm not sure Jacob." The Priest replied, clearly pre-occupied with the party. Its a church event, surely nothing could go wrong. "Perhaps she went for a walk outside." Arthur suggested to his old friend. "I'll go and take a look then. Back in a bit Father." Jacob said as he readied himself to take a little look for his friend's daughter....

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

This was just a humiliating nightmare to the virgin. Her front body was now pressed up against the wall, her nipples rubbing against that surface from her struggles against Vincent’s grip. Unable to defend herself now, she felt him dip his hands into her panties and press his eager, throbbing length against her butt. She couldn’t do anything now. She was by herself. No one noticed her missing. He was going to hurt her and there was nothing she could do about it.

Margaret was sobbing brokenly by now as he continued to molest and stroke her confused but dripping pussy. Her panties and his fingers were completely soaked now as she felt her cunt lips twitch and quiver at his expert touch, eliciting embarrassed, loud moans from her as her figure shivered and trembled from the whole situation, his whole touch, her reactions to this.

She cried and begged for mercy, only meant with his unquenchable lust and eagerness to make her his tonight. It also seem to anger him when she tried to bargain her way out of this, for he glowered from behind and-

“You'll do what ever the fuck I say, you prissy little cunt," he shouted at her as he grabbed her neck and started to squeeze her slender neck.

Her large, blue eyes now colored red from her crying now widened and she managed to give out another shriek before she started to choke from his iron grip. When he eased just enough to let her breath, but not enough to let her call out for help properly, she resumed her sobbing and broken mantra of ‘Please’ for mercy, not looking at him at all he continued to toy with her now lusting, confusing body. Why did she want this? This was horrible! How could she find pleasure in something that made her feel so scared for her life?

Those thoughts were momentary forgotten when he jabbed his finger in her, she screamed. Just pain, and nothing but that, happened to her and she tried to pull away again as he moved further into her and pressed against her hymen. She was about to beg for him to not do that when he pulled back and resumed toying with her clit, something she honestly wanted more than having her first time brutally taken away from her in this fashion. She tried a vain attempt to press her legs again but, this time, it was because of the pain she felt.

Feeling his finger in her simply hurt her. If his finger hurt her that much, only the good Lord knows how she’ll handle his length being inside her form. She was about to just close her eyes and give up when something wonderful happen.

Another voice.

“Maggie?” Jacob called out, looking for the girl. He wasn’t really sure if she would be in this part of the floor but you never know. Maggie was some smokin’ eye candy but she was a bit scatterbrained and wandered off at times. “Maggie? You out there somewhere? Your Pops is looking for ya, little lady!”

He heard a cry/gasp that sounded a lot like Maggie and he hurried his pacing, though he wasn’t spry as he used to be. He hoped he would get there in time to help the girl. She was pretty, he admitted that, but she also was one of the nicest people he’s ever met. The idea of her hurt was just a nasty one.

“Maggie!” he called out, sounding worried. What was going on over there? There were two three directions to pick from, the left, middle and right hallways, and he knew he had to get to the source of her voice soon as possible. “Anythin’ wrong, toots? Speak up or somethin’!”

Relief blossomed in Margaret’s heart. It was Mr. Jacob! Eyes widening at the voice of someone she knew, she tried to call out but only managed loud, choking gasps for help. “He-He-Help!” she cried out, trying to get Vincent off her. She suddenly felt ashamed for being in this position, for possibly being still in this position if Mr. Jacob saw her like this, half naked and with her own… juices running down her legs. “He-Help! I-I-I’m over he-here!”

 

[Polycoms]

Margaret let out a wail as Vincent's finger penetrated her virgin pussy for the first time. Wow, that was just one finger and I didn't even break her hymen. This is going to be GOOD. He thought as his skillful fingers slowly brought the writhing girl closer and closer to orgasm.

Just as Vincent released Margaret's hair and brought his free hand down to start unbuckling his belt they both heard a noise. FUCK. That must be somebody from the party. No way am I getting caught with my pants down. He thought as Margaret's struggles started afresh “He-He-Help!” She cried out, her voice stuttering from arousal. “Anythin’ wrong, toots? Speak up or somethin’!” Came an elderly sounding voice. Ahh, so it's not the Priest... Good. Vincent's hand went back up, grabbing the back of Margaret's head, her long tresses sliding softly through his fingers as he jerked her backwards. "Are you going to cum for me my little whore? Let it go, show me how you really feel!" Vincent continued as he pressed his lips up against struggling girl's ear continuing to molest her sweet little body. “He-Help! I-I-I’m over he-here!” She tried again as her body pushed back against Vincent's erection.

Old Man Jacob had tried two different corridors without success when he turned down the dead end corridor that he was looking for. Seeing Margaret pressed up against the wall, head pulled back make up running everywhere and a stranger's mouth pressed up against her ear gave him the shock of his long life. Stumbling forward in shock he managed to regain himself and look again, his horror only intensifying. The man was pressed against her bottom rubbing against her with his hand down the front of her underwear clearly rubbing Margaret's pussy. Her stockings were ripped, exposing the lovely soft skin of her legs and Are those..... Her JUICES? NEVER. It was the sexiest and cruelest thing he had ever seen and stunned him into inaction.

Vincent let go of Margaret's head, letting it slam against the wall before reaching into his jacket for his revolver. Taking it out, reaching around Margaret to keep her pressed against him he then aimed the pistol at Jacob. "Don't move Old Man!" He threatened, looking over at him with no hesitation in his eyes. There was no doubt that he would use the gun if he had to. I'm going to have to hurry up, if this guy is here that means they've noticed her missing. They'll send more people if they aren't back soon. "We're just finishing up" He said, continuing to molest the innocent girl striving to make her cum in front of this old man. "Thats it sweetie, let it go..." He encouraged as he felt Margaret tense up.

Dropping the limp girl onto the ground, he began to walk menacingly over to Jacob, still holding the gun. "If you say ANYTHING about this. I will kill you. But first, I will kill your wife. I will kill your daughter. I will kill your dog. ANYTHING you care about while you watch. UNDERSTAND?" He growled, inches from the petrified man's face. "Now, get the little slut cleaned up and back to the party. She was just getting some air." He commanded, taking a step back I don't want to give the guy a heart attack after all...

By this time, Margaret had gotten herself standing up (with a bit of help from the wall she was pressed against.) She fell into Jacob's arms as he came over short of breath and visibly sobbing. Vincent strolled over to the righteous churchgoers, sliding up next to the girl again licking all the way up her neck to her ear and whispering "Think of me tonight slut. Think of what COULD have happened if nobody came to save you. Think of what WILL happen next time we meet." Before giving her ass a firm slap and walking off out of the hotel.

Getting back into his waiting Rolls he was finally able to sit back and relax "Take me home." He ordered his driver as he recapped how hot Margaret was, what could have been and imagined all the opportunites he would have to make her his.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

When her head was slammed against the wall, thanks to Vincent suddenly letting go of his hair to make her head bend, she was disoriented and confused. White light and stars flashed before her eyes, leaving her stunned. Unable to do anything, she simply felt Vincent’s hand on her pussy again and force her into an orgasm in front of an old family friend. She cried all the while as she came on his hands, her body twitching and tensing up as her juices gushed out of her with such immodesty she felt like she just wanted to die from the humiliation.

Feeling herself orgasm in her first life would have been great, if it weren’t for the circumstances and why it had happened. Her first orgasm was tainted with manipulation and cruelty, making her feel disgusted at both him and herself. He only made her orgasm to humiliate her in front of someone she knew. To make her feel helpless, ashamed that she couldn’t stop her body from reacting like that. He wanted her to feel like she was just like those loose girls at the end of the day because she was unable to deny the pleasures she felt from his touches.

Well, it working.

Vincent let go of her and she dropped to the floor like a rag doll, curling up into a little ball for a few seconds as she just lay there shivering. Pulling herself together, she pulled herself up and dragged herself to the wall to press herself against it and pull herself up. Mr. Jacob came over and pulled her into his arms, hugging her tight as he tried to quite down his own sobs. She felt even worse when she saw the usually cheerful old man cry. It was her fault that he was like this. Maybe if she just let Vincent…

When the mobster finally got bored of terrorizing of them and just departed, it was Mr. Jacob who spoke first.

“Hey, little lady, we’ll be fine,” Mr. Jacob assured her as he helped her up to her legs. He was crying himself but someone here needed to be brave and he should let Maggie here have the luxury of leaning on the brave one. “We’ll get ya all clean’d up, spiffy as ever, and head back to the party so we can stay with the others.”

“My… My stockings,” Margaret said in response, unsure of what else to say. She looked at her stockings, gifts from her grandmother before she passed away. She looked at her torn, wet stockings and ended up crying again. This wasn’t a bad dream. It actually happened. “How do I… How do I explain my…?”

Mr. Jacob shook his head, obviously meaning that tackled one issue at a time, and helped her walk to the nearest bathroom he saw since her legs were still to weak for her to stand upright by herself. He reassured her that he wouldn’t tell anyone about this, that it was her choice to go forward about this or not to the police. Both of them knew it would be pointless, with half of the police in the mafia’s pockets and the other half blackmailed. That would only entice Vincent’s rage and, oh God, she didn’t want anymore of it.

As they walked out of the corridor, the air around them heavy with her sex and shame, Margaret remembered the chilling words Vincent had whispered in her ear just before he left her alone.

Think of me tonight, slut. Think of what COULD have happened if nobody came to save you. Think of what WILL happen next time we meet.

She honestly did not want to.

Three days later…

It had been three days since the Hotel Incident and Margaret had stuck to her parents’ side like glue since. Arthur and Elizabeth wondered where this new found clinginess came from and asked her about it, generally concerned for their only child’s wellbeing. Still too ashamed to admit what had happened at the Augustine Hotel, she just replied that she wanted to spend some more time with them and left it at that.

But, now, she was by herself in their small home. Her parents went out for a dinner date they’ve been planning for weeks and Margaret didn’t have the heart to make them take her along.

Curled up on the couch, reading a book, she wore a conservative green sweater, pleated beige skirt that reached her knees and her father’s old riding boots to make herself comfortable since her parents would be out all night long. Her hair was pulled back into a braid, with flower clips and hair decorations in it to keep it from becoming loose. It was rather warm but she was afraid to wear anything more revealing in fear of another episode of the Hotel.

It was silly to think like that but she wanted to be careful. No harm in that, right?

…

If there was one good thing about this, it was Mr. Jacob left the city to visit family in the country with his wife and daughter and that meant he wouldn’t possibly be harassed by Vincent for what had happened. Margaret had no idea where Toby, their dog, was but she had heard from Mrs. Penwick that Toby was staying with a friend of the family. She sighed and flipped another page for Les Misérables, trying to finish the required chapters she had to read tonight for tomorrow’s tutoring session.

That was when someone knocked on the door and she looked up, wondering who that was. Her parents? Surely not. They said they’ll be back until 11 PM and no one had plans to visit her, especially at this hour. Putting the book down, she left the living room and went to the front door, opening it to see who it was.

 

[Polycoms]

Vincent spent the next few days elated with himself. See what happens when you turn me down, I AM VINCENT BONNANO. ALL will kneel before me. He had tied up all the loose ends from the night at the hotel. Somebody had been round to visit the old guy, convincing him that the best course of action was to leave town and he informed Marietta to remain vigilant as to the movements of the Janes. He was enraptured by the beauty of the Priest's daughter and the night at the hotel had only inflamed his lust further.

Marietta was concerned by his apparent obsession with the young lady but knew better than to voice her opinion to Vincent having done so QUITE unsuccessfully in the past! It was the day after the hotel when she knocked on Vincent's door to inform him of the diner date that the Janes were planning. "I have just heard that both of the Janes are planning a romantic evening out two evenings away. My source has informed me the daughter will not be attending." she cringed at the evil grin crossing her employers face as he turned to her. "Excellent Marietta, quite excellent. That will be all." He said dismissing her. Say bye bye to that cherry my little pet. There are no old men around to stop me this time.

Vincent was restless for the whole of the next two days, eagerly anticipating his third encounter with the cute little brunette. Anybody crossing him was dealt with even harsher than usual and he was forced to find relief the first night from one of his regular whores. Vincent made sure he got a brunette with curly hair and only fucked her from behind, imagining it was Margaret the whole time.



Date Night.

Vincent's driver was waiting around the corner from the Janes house ready for Arther and Elisabeth to leave. Waiting 20 minutes after seeing them leave in their car (just in case they had forgotten anything) he drove Vincent over to the property, quickly running around to open the door for his eager boss.

Vincent strolled calmly up to the door and knocked firmly twice, waiting eagerly. This is it...

It wasn't very long before the door began to open revealing a shocked Margaret dressed much more demurely than the last time he saw her but still as radiant as ever. "Miss me?" He asked, stopping the door with his arm as she tried to slam it, forcing his was inside. Her quickly grabbed the fightend young girl, pulling her to him and kissing her deeply. "Yumm, even tastier than I remembered" He said, pulling away slightly and looking into her deep blue eyes, framed perfectly by her flowing chocolate hair.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

When she was opening the door, she was hoping that it was her parents. Maybe her mother wanted to check up on her, or just left behind something like her father's pain medication or came to give a surprise visit to see if her daughter was on the straight and narrow even if there weren't there to supervise her.

Instead, she saw the man himself. The last person she wanted to see after what had happened at Augustine Hotel. Vincent Bonnana, smiling like the charming devil himself. She looked beyond him, hoping that the lights of the other neighbors' homes were on so she could call for help but no luck. There was a small block party just down the street, and everyone but her had left this part of the block to attend the party. She was by herself, again. No one was going to come and rescue her.

Think of me tonight, slut. Think of what COULD have happened if nobody came to save you. Think of what WILL happen next time we meet.

Oh no...

She was shocked to see that it was the horrible man again and, of course, her first response was to try and slam the door shut on him. He stopped her though and forced himself inside, pulling her into a bruising kiss that reminded her of the Hotel Incident all over again. Her heart sped up in fear and she felt, to her shame, her pussy starting to become aroused at the feeling of him pressed up against her.

When he pulled away, her eyes were obviously wide with her tanned skin flushed a pretty pink from the kissing. Her breasts were heaving against her sweater, making the fabric stretch against them as she tried to regain her breathing. Her naturally, full red lips were bruised from the kissing, swollen temptingly and painfully easy to just imagine them wrapped something…

Shivering in disgust, she wretched herself from his grip and pressed her hands against her mouth, tears in her eyes again as she tried to regain her feelings.

“Why are you here? Why are you bothering me? Why can’t you leave me alone?” Margaret said, half-crying already, as she pulled herself away from the taller man, stepping back into the living room to get away from him. Why did he have to come back? Why? “Just leave me alone already! Please! Haven’t you done enough to humiliate me at the hotel three nights ago? Just stop it!”

This was the first time Margaret ever shouted at another person out of emotion, more proof to her that Vincent was a bad influence on her. She tried to get away from him, but instead stumbled and tripped to land on her back. Dismayed, she pulled herself up to a sitting position and moved backwards from him.

Standing up again and just running out of the house was a nice idea but, for the time being, unattainable thanks to her wrecked nerves. Her legs were shaking badly as it was, they couldn’t support her weight anymore when she tried in vain to stand up and get away from him. She only got to the middle of the living room before she stopped, staring at the man with wide eyes and shaking her head and just begging him to leave her alone. While she begged, she looked at the floor to see what had put her in the perilous position of hers in the first place.

Her book. The one she had carelessly dropped when she went to get the door. Her book was the reason why she tripped. Of course.

 

[Polycoms]

Vincent was surprised when Margaret didn't immediately try to pull away after their kiss. Looking down at her flushed face and full, pouty lips caused more than a little stir beneath his trousers which was only intesified as he looked further down to notice her heaving breasts stretching her conservative sweater. Not quite as sexy an outfit but that look MORE than makes up for it. She wants this, even if her mind doesn't realize it yet.

"Looks like you HAVE been thinking about me." He slowly drawled, taking the opportunity to properly appraise the young girl before him. Nicer outfit that I originally thought, especially for a righteous little church girl who had never been kissed before she met me. That skirt should flip right up and those boots really accentuate her calves. He thought, his grin only growing wider.

“Why are you here? Why are you bothering me? Why can’t you leave me alone?” Margaret whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes as her hands came up to her bruised lips. "You know exactly why I'm here slut." He answered calmly, his piercing gaze seemingly looking right through her. "And it looks like your body can't wait, can it?" He continued, eying her up some more.

What came next surprised Vincent almost as much as her reaction to his kiss. “Just leave me alone already! Please! Haven’t you done enough to humiliate me at the hotel three nights ago? Just stop it!” The timid little girl shouted, pulling away from him slightly. "Thats it baby, let your feelings out. Now why don't you tell me how wet your slutty little cunt is." He hissed, taking a step towards the trembling girl.

Margaret tried to back away from him into the living room only to step backwards onto something and fall, splaying her body magnificently on the floor. Vincent took his time sauntering over to the helpless virgin, admiring the flesh of her legs as she squirmed around on the floor, trying to get farther away from him. It's not like she has anywhere to go.... Lets build the tension a bit... Vincent began circling slowly around Margaret as she failed to get back to her feet, re-enforcing the helplessness of her situation. "Ahh, what is this..." He teased, catching Margaret's gaze on her book before bending over to pick it up. "Les Misérables, one of my favorites" He commented offhandedly "Not quite relevant tonight unfortunately" He teased, his signature grin flashing across his face "I am WELL past redemption."

Suddenly Vincent reached out and pulled Margaret up by the base of her head, flipping her round so that her back was to him, he pressed himself up against her tight ass, letting her feel his bulge. "Now slut, why don't we take that top off so I can get a look at those perfect little tittes." He husked in Margaret's ear as he reached around with both hands giving her breasts a squeeze before throwing away her sweatshirt. Taking a step back he let out an appreciative whistle as the priest's virgin daughter stood before him in just a skirt, boots and bra with her face flushed and chest heaving. "Such a perfect little body. I bet you can't wait to get fucked can you, you little whore?" He asked as he slid up to her again, this time facing her.

Vincent reached his right arm around her body, clasping onto her left butt cheek and forced her up against his bulge once again before grabbing her hair and pulling back with his left hand exposing the young girl's smooth neck. "I've been waiting for this since you rejected me at the church." He growled into her ear before leaning his head down and biting Margaret's neck hard enough to leave a mark but not breaking the skin. "You might not enjoy tonight whore." He said, releasing her hair and letting her head snap back down to look at him before grabbing onto her right breast and pulling on her hard nipple through her bra. "But I CERTAINLY will" He said, looking her straight in the eyes to make sure the reality of the situation was setting in.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

He was watching her in a way that was reminiscent of a vulture to her. Considering what kind of personality he had, what kind of person he really was under those eyes and smiles, could she really blame herself for thinking like that? She tried to pull back more but he kept circling around her, watching her with eyes that reminded her of a predator that found its weak, tired prey. He found her book, the very thing that left her in this horrible, defenceless position, and casually picked it up, looking at the title of its cover.

"Not quite relevant tonight unfortunately,” he decided when he looked back at her and tossed the book down to the floor. “I am WELL past redemption.”

He continued to advance on her, that terrifying grin never leaving his face as he gazed at her prone body, her heaving breasts that strained desperately across the cotton fabric of her shirt while she tried to get away from him with no results whatsoever.

She couldn’t help it. She was just so tired and sick of being sexually assaulted like this for… Over what? Turning him down? Saying she just wasn’t interested in dating for now? How on earth does it justify any of this behaviour or treatment? This simply wasn’t fair.

“I can tell,” Margaret said in bitterness, wiping the tears away from her eyes with a shaky hand.

Him suddenly reaching over to flip her to her stomach and making her feel his bulge once again on her butt must have been his punishment for sorts. He hissed in her ears on how he wanted to see her ‘perfect little titties’ and she tried to get away from him but it was no use. She tried to swat his hands away from her in vain but it had the effect of a fly landing on a person. He pushed them aside and started to tug off her sweater.

She screamed in surprise when he tore her sweater off her, tossing it away so far that she couldn’t reach it. It wouldn’t have mattered. He tore it in two when he was getting it off her, making it unusable. When he got off her at last, removing his terrifying bulge against her trembling, tight ass, she stood up as he got off her, whirling to face him as tears started to come down her face again while she sobbed hysterically. She tried to cover herself with her trembling, uncertain arms but he stopped her when he moved forward and was whispering, “I bet you can't wait to get fucked can you, you little whore?” into her ear as he continued to touch her like she belonged to him.

That could be arranged soon enough. If he kept this up, he’ll end up taking away her first everything if he could help it. No one would help her. Her parents were out, the only person who knew about this was out of the city, the other neighbors out on the city block. She shook her head and tried to say something to him, another plea for mercy perhaps, but it got caught in her throat as he forced her head to snap backwards as his lips pressed against her neck, sending shivers up and down her spine while he continued to play her body like it was a violin.

“No, no, no,” she sobbed as she tried to look away from her, tries to ignore the fact she was getting so wet as he bit her neck to leave a shameful mark and twisted her nipple. “Don’t do this, oh God. What else can I do to make you happy besides this?” she asked, shaking in absolute fear while he continued to molest and touch her in a way no one had done before and for good reason.

 

[Polycoms]

“No, no, no,” Margaret moaned, continuing to protest as it became clear that she was going to be used in whatever way please Vincent the most that evening. Her parents weren't going to be back until well past midnight and her neighbors never visited the home after dark, preferring to leave the servants of god a little bit of family time once in a while. Why was he humiliating and forcing himself on such a pretty innocent little girl? That much was obvious, she had the best body he had ever seen and Vincent had decided that he wanted it. The fact she was a virgin and planned to stay that way until marriage had no effect. The fact she didn't want to date men had no effect. The fact she was the daughter of a priest had no effect. What Vincent Bonnano wants, Vincent Bonnano gets. Rejecting his offer of a date was the biggest mistake of young Margaret Jane's life.

Time to get my hands back on that sweet little cunt. Vincent thought, lifting up Margaret's skirt and ripping off her panties roughly, causing them to pull between her pussy lips before they gave way and ripped. Wow, these things are wet already... Fucking whore. "Don't even TRY to deny it bitch, look how wet you are." He teased, shoving Margaret's panties under her nose forcing her to smell her own arousal.

“Don’t do this, oh God. What else can I do to make you happy besides this?” The helpless girl pleaded, trying again to force herself away from the evil man groping her tight little body. Well, if she wants to keep her cherry that much maybe I can take advantage of it.... Let make her do what only whores do... "OK slut. I'll let you off this time." His smile widening even more as he let Margaret go. Vincent walked over to what looked like Arthur's chair The man of the house always takes the big armchair doesn't he... standing next to it and slowly starting to remove his belt. "There are other... favors you can do. If you do a good job I may even let you keep that precious little cherry of yours." He drawled as his trousers came down to his ankles, his large cock sticking straight out in his boxers.

"Now, get on your knees and crawl over here like a good little whore." Vincent commanded as he sat down kicking his trousers off his feet. He watched intently as Margaret started to crawl over towards him, her perky tits hanging down beautifully encased in her bra, eyes glued to the floor clearly too scared to look him in the eyes. "Good girl." He cooed, stroking her face softly when she got between his legs causing her to look up at him. "Now, take out my cock and put it in your mouth like the slut we both know you are." He growled threateningly, looking down at her flushed but petrified face. "Oh, and if you bite, there will be somebody outside waiting for your parents to return. You don't want to know what will happen." He added, waiting what seemed like an eternity for the girl to act. "Well, what are you waiting for? Would you rather I fucked your little virgin pussy and made you have my baby?"

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

Feeling her panties being ripped away, as they were pulled in between her pussy lips as they were ripped off, was humiliating. Even more so when Vincent discovered her shame and shoved it into her face to make her smell it. In hopes of appeasing him, she actually did sniff it so he would think about her pleas. Apparently it worked. Either her smelling of her panties or her pleas work, since he pulled back

When he let his trousers fall down to his ankles and he made himself comfortable on her father’s armchair. She would never look at it the same way again if he was planning what she thought she was planning. He then ordered her to go on her hands and knees and crawl there like a ‘good little whore’. Her first response was to, obviously, say no, but then she thought of the other hole he could use and opted to obey him. Surely what he had in mind was not worse than being raped… right?

She hoped so, at least. It was simply degrading to go on her hands and knees. She felt her breasts sway back and forth as she crawled, the bra giving no real support and then as it got worse; it got even worse worse for the humiliated girl. Midcrawl, there was a loud ripping sound and her skirt fell from her waist. It had torn when Vincent yanked it up too fast, and the crawling did nothing to help.Margaret could do nothing as it fell from her body, revealing her tight, plump ass to his vision and her dripping pussy and her juice soaked legs.

She lowered her head even more, shame and lust and fear showing from her trembling, full figure, while tears were running down her face. She came to her destination and sat in between his legs with her eyes still refusing to meet him after what had just happened.

His clothed cock almost touched her face, and she could see it twitch and throb underneath the silk boxers he wore. Her face screwed up in disgust, unsure of how to respond to this. It was… It was… What to her? She was still a human but she never saw an actual penis before. How was she supposed to react now that she was all but breathing all over it? Vincent had other plans, though. He always did.

"Now, take out my cock and put it in your mouth like the slut we both know you are,” he said, threatening her. He said something else but she didn’t pay attention, her mind wrapped around his orders.

Put… Put it in her mouth? She couldn’t do that! She just couldn’t. That’s what those women in the streets did! She wasn’t them! She wasn’t. This was too much. Just too much, she thought. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. She wouldn’t… wouldn’t really mind giving him a handjob but the idea of putting it in her mouth was just too much for her sensitivities. She looked at him with fear, shaking her head a bit but he must haven’t seen it since he said the next words:

"Well, what are you waiting for? Would you rather I fucked your little virgin pussy and made you have my baby?"

Those words, and the images that came with it, spurred her to frightened action. With shaking hands, she quickly pulled his boxers off and did nothing to hide the gasp when his cock came to her view. All but slapping her in the face… No, it did slap her. Actually across her face, leaving a sticky streak of precum across her flushed, flustered face. Tears returning, she held it in her hands and gently gave it a handjob while she wondered how to do this. Her hands, cool and soft in contrast to the hot, throbbing member, stroked and caressed the cock with gentleness and surprising skill for a virgin.

How was she supposed to…? Did she just stick it in her mouth? She thought of what the walkers, the women who did sell themselves say, during the AA meetings her father held and she attended to help out, and decided she should do what they said they did. Her father encouraged them to be graphic, to let the demons out of them and she felt slightly bad that she was using their demons to protect her own virtue.

Looking at him nervously, she opened her mouth, her lips turning into a perfect, pink ‘O’, as she slowly inserted his cock into her mouth. Her tongue flicked against the length that was already in her mouth nervously, careful to not give him teeth since that was apparently bad. Bobbing her head up and down, remembering those stories the walkers would tell at the AA meetings her father held at the church, she started to lick the crown, lapping up the precum.

It was surprisingly… Tasty to her? Was all precum supposed to taste nice? She moaned and she realized it was very, very loud and she averted her eyes in shame. She had already taken him halfway in without any effort, not realizing what she was doing. Her hands were now stroking him, giving him possibly one of the best handjobs he ever had while one hand stroked the member that wasn’t in her hot, wet mouth as the other massaged and cupped his balls.

 

[Polycoms]

Vincent wasn't surprised by Margaret's initial hesitancy as she looked down at his massive bulge clearly frightened of his cock. He sat back calmly and admired the view of the young woman bent over his crotch. Such a cute face even with those tears running down it. His view continued down her long back to her bare ass sticking up behind her. So tight and plump, maybe I should scrap the blowjob and just fuck her brains out...

Just when Vincent was considering getting up and having his way with the helpless girl she reached down and grabbed the waistband to his boxers. No playing about then are we Missy... His thoughts interrupted as Margaret swiftly jerked his boxers down to his ankles, his cock springing up forcefully hitting her in the face with a loud *slap*. Vincent watched in awe as his cock rubbed precum into the girl's perfect face, unable to help himself from flexing his cock and slapping her with it again *slap*.

Vincent watched her tentatively run her hands over his rod unsatisfyingly and was about to interrupt the young girl when her face made an experimental 'O'. It looked like she was raking her mind to remember something as she paused briefly before descending her perfect full red lips over his throbbing cock. Vincent couldn't help stifle a loud groan as she began bobbing her face up and down over his head, her tongue working wonders in her hot little mouth. FUCK. This is GOOD. I thought I'd have to teach her how to fit the damn thing in.

Margaret's hands came up to start working the length not inside her sexy mouth as she bobbed her head up and down taking more and more of his cock, long curly hair tingling his thighs as she moved up and down on his length. This is one of the best blowjobs I've had in my life... FROM A VIRGIN. WHAT THE FUCK? Vincent almost lost it when she let out a loud moan around his cock. His hips acted on their own, jumping up slightly and forcing an extra inch into Margaret's mouth causing the tip of his head to ram against the entrance to her virgin throat gagging the girl. When she was forced to pull up, Vincent tiled her gasping face, still connected to his angry cock by a string of saliva, up to look at him. "Thats it baby, take my cock down your slutty little throat." He said lovingly before shoving her head back down with his hand.

The girl was a natural cocksucker. She went back down on him with a vengeance as Vincent left his hand on the back of her head to force her back down every time she gagged. I don't even have to force her down on it except when she gags... The slut does it all by herself. "Oh god, your a natural" He moaned as Margaret continued to try and deepthroat him. "Take it all the way down like a good little cocksucker" He said, throwing his head back against the headrest of the chair in pleasure as he reached down and pulled away the girl's bra to reveal her perky tits and rock hard nipples. He began pulling on her right nipple with his free hand as she continued to work over his erection. "Thats it, show me how much you love me fucking your face."

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

Choking in surprise when he jerked his hips and forced another inch down her throat, thus hitting her skull, Margaret gagged and pulled back up to catch her breath. Her breasts heaved, all but spilling over the surface of the armchair Vincent was sitting on, as she looked at Vincent with wide, blue eyes that showed discomfort but little fear now and maybe even… arousal? Possibly but it was hard to tell when Margaret didn’t look at him straight in the eye, instead choosing to look at the link of her spit that still connected the cock to her mouth even if it made her flush in embarrassment.

He talked in kind, even loving, way that made her think that he would be nice to her when she did this until he shoved her head back down to take him back in. She opened her mouth immediately, taking him all in, before she quickly resumed her work. She took him all in as he ordered, burying her nose into his pubic hairs as she took him all in her mouth. She paused like that, letting him feel her tight, hot throat convulse and twitch around him, before she pulled her head back up, coating the cock in her spit as her red lips that wrapped around said cock pulled away, until she only was sucking on his head.

Her hands played with the sticky, spit covered cock as she lavished attention only on the head, her tongue swirling around it as she lapped up the precum she could feel leak out of him like there was no tomorrow. She took all the precum like a prowhore, never missing a drop as her hands went back to massaging Vincet’s heavy, aching balls as her lips sucked in more and more of his cock again in her. She continued this for a little while until she noticed how Vincent was tugging on her bra to pull it off her. Seeing no reason to fight, besides having a death wish, she pulled her hands away from the cock to raise them up so he could toss her bra away. At least that wasn’t torn like the others.

Now stuck in just her riding boots, Margaret felt a little bit like the walkers who would go to the AA meetings. She was buckbear naked, her skin flushed and streaked with her sweat as she worked on the mobster’s cock like a regular cock alley slut. Her braid had become undone sometime ago, letting her long, soft hair brush against Vincent’s naked legs, and the tears still came once and a while when she overestimated herself and gagged around his cock. Yet, she still somehow looked like the type of girl who would go to Mass everyday, use the word ‘darn it’ as the harshest curse word and blush if the words. Oh that worked, no one knew.

Now that her breasts were free, she had another idea in her head and she once again pulled her hands away to grip her breasts and pull them up so they were resting on the seat of the armchair. Her father’s armchair. Oh, golly, she’ll never be able to look at it the same way again after this.

Cautiously, she took her full breasts and carefully moved them so that they’ll sheathe Vincent’s aching member. Her tanned, perky tit flesh enveloped the hot length, no doubt sending sparks after sparks of pleasure up and down Vincent’s back as his cock made contact with the naked tits of Margaret Jane. She looked at him hesitantly, as if she wanted to know if she could do this or not, before she lowered her head again and used her talented mouth, tongue and hands to make him purr again.

This was… This was something. Besides the time he made her gag and try to hold her down to keep on going, Vincent was actually very gentle. How did this even work? She was getting confused as she continued to work him, pumping her breasts up and down his cock as the sensation in her cunt, tight, heavy and hot, continued to grow much to her distress. What will happen now?