The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

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*Aurora POV

Kai gets in the back of the SUV I am near, and Charlie goes to the passenger door that is open. Jason tugs on my bound arm and ushers me inside the SUV next to Kai before settling beside me.

Oh Shit! I am definitely not going to be outside anytime soon.

The drive takes maybe 2 minutes, and we are back in front of the castle, doors are opening and closing and before I can register the who, when, what, and why. I am being escorted up the marble stairs, through the big white door and up the red and marble staircase to the right. Ben is waiting at the top of the stairs, arms folded across his chest, the fabric of his shirt pulled so tightly against his muscles the stitching looked like it could pop at any moment.

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I am stopped in front of Ben who hands something black to Charlie. Then I see a cloth in front my face and placed securely over my eyes and I feel a sharp tug behind my head as a knot is made. The fabric is soft like silk but thick. I cannot see anything.

Once again strong hands loop around my upper arms, and I am being led down I presume a hallway. The pace is not fast, even though the guys‘ legs are significantly taller than mine and therefore their walking gait would be increased, they match my pace, so we are more walking instead of myself being pulled.

No one says a word.

I hear a door opening, some movement and then a door shutting. I hear two soft clicks. Locks. I then am ushered a little further before my shins are against a cool leather surface. My handcuffs are

removed only for my arms to be placed in front of me and my body is pulled so my tummy is resting on a leather edge. My arms are secured in front of me with thicker restraints but at a downward angle, so my ass is pointed high in the sky.

I feel other hands pulling my feet apart, the stiff fabric of the dress straining until I feel it bunch up higher on my thighs. Thick restraints are placed on my ankles too. A firm hand is placed on my ass and the perpetrator gently rubs my check over the dress.

I hear more shuffling, a few whisperers like a soft wind. My heart starts beating faster, I pull on the restraints there is

no release.

I hear footsteps approach closer and then suddenly a cool sharp tip at the base of my neck. My breath stops. Are they going to kill me?

Not a moment later, I feel the metal against my dress, and it proceeds down the length of the dress. Fabric is heard ripping then a forceful tug and the warm fabric leaves my body, a rush of cold air hits my exposed skin making me shiver. My bra is also unclipped and torn away.

I hear audible groans. I am naked except for my black lacy panties I was given to wear.

Another hand on my back then I feel the little lacy fabric being pulled up into my ass crack, exposed ass cheeks. Before I can mutter any protest, I am shut up with a finger to my mouth.

“You will count and say “Thank You Sir.‘ If you miss a number, we will start from the beginning.” The authoritative

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voice of Jason commands.

Without further warning, SMACK!

Sometime later…..

SMACK!

72. T–thank y–you sir.” Ow.

SMACK!

“Fuck! 75. T–thank you sir.”

“Language! vells Jason.

SMACK!

74. T–thank you s–sir. This one harder than the last few

SMACK!

7-75. T–thank you sir.”

SMACK!

“Ugh! 76. Thank y–you s–sir. My breathing is labored, and the pain is becoming unbearable. I can barely whimper out my responses. My mouth is dry, my head is fuzzy.

SMACK! SMACK!

“Hmmm. 77, 78. T–thank you sir!” I groaned out.

SMACK!

79. Thank y–you s–sir!” My voice squeaked out.

SMACK!

“Ahhh! 80, th–thank you sir.” I barely whisper out.

Pretty sure that Kai made that one the hardest on purpose. May have deserved a few for tripping him like I did. These assholes didn’t hold back though. Mercy is clearly not in their vocabulary. My mind starts to wander in my incoherent

state.

“Good job baby girl. We are so proud of you,” Ben coos in my ear and takes off my blindfold and kisses my forehead. M face is flush, sweat trickles down my forehead, loose hair sticking to my face around the blindfold. There are prominent tear stains on my cheeks and my whole body is screaming like I was thrown into a fire pit.

I received 10 spanks from each with their hands and then each chose a tool for another 10. Ben chose a riding crop.

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Kai chose a paddle, Charlie used a metal spoon, and Jason chose a cane! They alternated my butt cheeks, the back and inside of my thighs, my hips and Charlie even went so far as to torture my princess parts. And the worst thing of all is that my sex is dripping down my legs. My body is betraying me, again!

I can barely stay awake. I feel so numb, my body on fire. The lightest caresses from the devils feel like a thousand needles against my skin. They keep touching the marks they just left on my body. I know there will be plenty of bruising tomorrow.

I hear the clinking of metal and feel the warm pressure from my bindings on my wrists and ankles released. I sigh out a loud exhausted breath and feel myself crumple towards the floor, but strong arms wrap securely around my waist, holding me up. I would love nothing more than the ground to open up right now and just swallow me whole into the darkness.

“Woah baby. I got you. Easy, love, easy,” Charlie speaks softly in against my ear. Almost lovingly. He then picks me up bridal style and takes me to the huge extra–large King–sized bed in the middle of the room. He places me gently down and I silently scrunch my face at the pain I feel when my ass hits the fabric. He gives me a gentle push to help me roll onto my stomach. The sheets are a dark royal blue and clearly made from the softest silk and smell like lavender. I inhale the comforting aroma while I feel the bed dip next to me.

“Stay awake sweetie. Just for a few more minutes. It’s going to be okay; you did good honey.” I hear Jason’s melodious voice while he strokes my head a few times, comforting me. I can’t help but let the silent tears stream down my face and I sniffle a few times.

Jason continues to whisper sweet nothings to me and caresses my hair while I feel a light and cooling sensation on my backside, taking away the harsh burning pain I am feeling. I first hiss and then moan uncontrollably; it feels so good. “It’s a healing cream. It will help numb the pain” Ben says.

A light tap on my head notifies me to pick my head up and I see a water bottle with a straw by my face. I take a few gulps and mutter a quiet thank you before plopping my head down again. I don’t move my body. I feel too weak to put up more of a fight.

“Fuck baby girl!” I hear Kai grunt. “You look so beautiful with our red marks.” I can practically hear his inner dirty thoughts and I am both disgusted and surprisingly turned on. I bury my head in the sheets and close my legs together.

I hear a pleasurable guttural sound all around me. A few moments later I feel the bed dip and I am parts of my body are picked up. I keep my eyes closed because just feel too weak. I feel the softest fabric being gently guided over my head, my arms placed through some holes and pulled down over my stomach and back. I feel my drenched panties being slowly removed down my legs and then a drier fabric being pulled up my legs, over my ass and rested on my bips. I let out a soft grunt and my body stiffens in pain. I feel a wedgie in my ass – probably a lacy thong, just my luck. A tear leaves my eyes and soaks the pillow my head is buried in.

I pick up my head and look around when I feel the bed dip again and start to feel warm skin touch mine. I notice all four men have stripped to their boxers and are climbing into the bed beside me.

I feel a pull on my waist and my body is forcefully turned on my side so my sore bruised back is now flush against a warm smooth body. I feel something poking next to the small of my back. Warm large, tattooed arms securing me tightly. Jason. A soft silk blanket is pulled on top of us.

Charlie is in front of me and places his head close to mine. He kisses my nose gently and hums. He places his arm on my hip bone. I can barely keep my eyes open. I should fight them, but I am too tired. I feel another hand on my thigh

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below Charlie’s, Kai and Ben’s warm calloused hands resting on my stomach under Jason’s arms.

I hear sweet nothings as darkness consumes me while I am embraced by four strong beautiful devils.

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