The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

Chapter 108

108: Painting a Canvas

Aurora POV

Another blinding orgasm ripped through my soul, shattering my insides. My juices flooded the floor and

down my open legs that were still strapped tightly against the St. Andrew’s Cross. Long rough fingers

left my spasming core, no doubt fully covered in my essence. I heard a slurp and a resounding pop

behind me before I felt a nibble on my car.

I felt another pair of rough hands, gently caressing my backside once again like his hands were

smoothing out a canvas ready for paint. My body shuttered at the light touch and a new flash of heat

entered my body.

SMACK

“82… Master.” I breathed out weakly.

SMACK

“…83… Master.”

SMACK

80…54, Master

SMACK!

“AHH: 65, Ma–master.” I barely whispered out. That one was the hardest of all.

There was a harsh clatter on the floor. And I felt hands roaming my body, hearing four sets of manly

voices whispering sweet nothings and praises as they removed the vibrating nipple clamps and the

tortuous clit vibrator. They then removed my blindfold and gently released the Shabari knotted rope

around my body before unlocking the restraints on my wrists and ankles. My legs were pure Jello and I

collapsed into strong arms.

I looked up through my hooded exhausted eyes to see Charlie smiling at me. He scooped me up so I

wouldn’t step in the large wet puddle that was at my feet.

For the last two hours or so they spent alternating spankings with sensual whips, paddles, and crops.

They fucked me mercilessly in between and enjoyed using multiple vibrators. They edged me nine

times and then followed that with overstimulation making me orgasm a total of fourteen times and I

squirted twice. My backside was no doubt now a colorful painting of marks on the canvas of my flesh. I

knew without looking that the rest of my body was covered in deep hackry marks and love bites as they

enjoyed devouring every inch of my body.

no proud of you sweetheart, You are so incredible taking everything we give you. Fuck, I love you so

much.” Chache whispered in sy eat and then bittered my face with kisses.

ope

cool

Thury for to the twthroom and i was placed in a worm thi that smelled of vanilla. I rested against

Charlie’s

then thưng massage any matches, closing my eyes and letting them pamper me Ben brought me some

cost with a rating at ware brated throat. They applied cooling cream over every inch of my body show

our’s sang, konting ass

we did hope

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I remember being taken to bed and snuggled up with my four matta kings and letting sleep begin to

take me on

another adventure.

“It was so worth it.” I mumbled and I heard a chorus of chuckles and felt soft lips on my face.

Meanwhile…

Third Person POV Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Item number 6.3.4.2.7.6. Given name Ashley. Age 19. Virgin. 5 foot 3 inches. Brown hair, brown eyes.

Size 34C cup, has some meat on her bones gentlemen but a fine catch in the sea. Speaks Russian

and English. Orphan. Bidding shall

start at 10,000. The shady auctioneer stated into the microphone. On stage was a small girl with some

curves. kneeling on the hardwood flooring. She was clothed in the standard white bra and thong with

silver heels. Shackles

and heavy chains on her wrists and ankles and a special temporary seal was across her mouth.

The seal made sure she couldn’t talk and disturb the bidding. It didn’t obstruct her face which was a

plus for the

bidders.

Dimitry sat there in his lounge chair, a bourbon in a crystal glass sat in his hand. Two of his purchases

sat at his feet,

their head bowed in submission and the chains to their ne collars rested on his lap.

55,000. Do I hear 40? The auctioneer asked. Dimitry just took a sip of the expensive amber liquid and

watched the show. Two younger slave traders were bidding for the liste beauty. Dimitry would have bid

as she would be a nice addition to one of his European houses but he was here to fulfill very special

orders for some of his pickiest clientele.

Soon another man came to sit next to him. He looked over and grinned as a “Sold!” was heard over the

speaker.

“Nicholas! Good to see you, my friend.” He reached his right hand over and shook the man’s hand.

“Likewise Dimitry,” Nicholas said, shaking hands with the devil. “I thought you were dead for the longest

time.”

“Even death doesn’t want the devil. It’s going to take a lot more to get rid of me.” Dimitry joked and the

two men

shared a laugh.

“You back in the game?” Nicholas asked quietly as a server brought another round of drinks.

“I never left” Dimitry responded. Nicholas hummed while watching the next girl come on stage.

“Nic. I have a proposal for you.” Dimitry started.

“I’m listening.”

“That O’Donnell bastard is the one who tried to destroy my empire. But he also took something much

more precious. He took my woman.” Dimitry’s anger was boiling inside him.

“Say no more D. You know I can’t stand those self–righteous assholes.” Nicolas said and then raised

his hand and shouted “45! There was a small petite blonde on the stage that was a mouthwatering

beauty.

“Going once, going twice, SOLD for 45 to Lord Romanov!” the auctioneer roared happily and the girl

was ushered off

stage.

108: Painting a Canvas

Pretty soon the little blonde was brought out with a collar around her neck and Nicholas paid for his

purchase. He stood up and shook Dimitry’s hand once again. “Call me when you are ready for war. We

are ready when you are.” Nicholas said with gumption.

Thank you, my friend. I plan to attack all of his estates in three weeks on his wedding day. You can

have the European ones, I’ll take the American ones.” Dimitry said smiling. Nicholas chuckled and left

with an evil grin. He too had a grudge against the self–proclaimed Kings of the Mafia. They ruined him

in the Americas and he was itching for payback.

Item number 5.4.6.8.2.1. Given name Renee. Age 17. Virgin. 5 foot 4 inches. Brown hair, blue eyes.

Size 32B cup. Has housekeeper experience. Speaks Spanish, French, and English. Fire spirit. Bidding

shall start at 12,000. Do I hear 12,000? Said the auctioneer over the speaker.

“12,000” Dimitry yelled, raising his hand.

“Do I hear 15? No? Going once, going twice. Sold to Lord Marco. The auctioneer hit his gavel and

carried on. Within minutes the girl was brought forward with her collar and leash by a guard and the

assistant came for signature and payment. Dimitry quickly put in his credentials and once the payment

was confirmed, the leash was handed over.

“Sit!” Dimitry commanded to the girl, tugging her new collar with the leash. She looked at him with fire

and hatred in her eyes. “Look at me again without permission and I’ll cut out your eyes. You don’t need

eyes to be fucked like the whore you are.” He sneered and she looked down instantly and began to

shake.

“Now, sit just like these good girls and don’t move without permission.” Dimitry roared and the girl

complied trying to hold back her sobs..

The rest of the auction went smoothly as always. He walked out with six beautiful slaves in tow, five for

his clients and one for his newest club. The little redhead would be a perfect addition to his collection

after proper training.

The girls were escorted to the warehouse for processing while Dimitry went back to his house and went

into his office where two blonde bitches were waiting for him, barely clothed and kneeling in

submission.

eeling the itch to cause pain, he ordered the two women to go to his desk and bend over and they

reluctantly complied believing they were going to be rammed by his huge member. They were scared

of him and were visibly shaking. They were new to this world and being forced into the sex world. Their

virginity was taken not too long

before.

Dimitry had other plans and using his cane began to whack their backsides making them scream in

agony. “Shut up you sluts! My Aurora never screams. If I hear another peep out of you, I’ll cut your

tongue off!” He screamed at them and continued his blatant torture of the poor girls. He was going to

paint the canvas of their flesh.

He finally stepped back when both girls were a bleeding mess, their entire backside was marked with

open gashes and the girls wanted nothing more than to leave this hell. He then shed himself off his

pants and thrust himself inside each of them repeatedly without mercy. They knew they could not say

no and lay there in pain praying for him to be done soon. Their insides felt to be on fire as he continued

his assault and after what felt like an eternity, he finished on their exposed cuts before dismissing them.

He collapsed on his sofa and whispered “Two more weeks Aurora. Two more fucking weeks until I can

finally have you

in my bed.”

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Or so he thought.

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