Fourth Aquisition: The Mafiosa

With a wave of the hand, the man you had been speaking with signaled to his two partners. They simply nodded and headed for the back of their SUV. You waited patiently as they opened the trunk and retrieved the cargo. You heard muffled protests as they carried her to the front and into view.

She was wearing an elegant black dress, though it was dirty and torn. It still showed off much of her sun-kissed olive skin. Her face was covered by a black bag, her arms and legs bound by rope. The two men placed her on her knees, a difficult task with her squirming and kicking. Once she was held in place, they took off the bag.

"May I present Miss Veronica Montesi," the man said.

Even in this state, you could tell that she was a rare beauty. She had all those features that made Italian women so attractive. High cheekbones and a small nose. Soft lips that begged to be kissed. Long raven hair that fell past her shoulders. Her only blemish was a small scar over her right eyebrow, though this mark only made her more enticing.

She would be a fine addition to your harem.

Still, she would not be an easy one to tame, that much was obvious. Despite a crude gag tied around her face, she still tried to scream insults at her armed guards. Her dark brown eyes stared daggers at you, pure hatred in her gaze.

"Is she too your liking?" The Russian asked, drawing another wave of protests from Veronica.

"Most definitely," you reply, flashing a wolfish grin. Fear flickered in the defiant woman's eyes, though this was soon followed by more yelling.

Nodding his head, the man produced a gun like device from his jacket. Putting it against Veronica's neck, he pulled the trigger. The girl almost immediately went limp, the consciousness fading from her eyes.

"This will knock her out for about ten hours," the man informed you. "That should be enough time to get her well situated in her new home."

"It will," you reply. Bending down and scooping up her into your arms, you add "Please, pass along my thanks to Mr. Green. This is a most generous gift."

"I will, though I would not consider it a gift," the man shot back. "I urge you to fulfill your end of the bargain. If she reappears on the streets, you will be... much less thankful." Without another word the three men piled back into their SUV. Before you can even get Veronica into your trunk, they were gone into the night.

Two hours later and Veronica was safely secured in her new home.

After arriving back into the manor, you had carried her straight to the third basement level. It was in this cell-block that she would have to remain for the foreseeable future. With the threat of the mob hanging over your head, you would have to be very careful with any freedoms allowed to her.

Picking out a cell for her, you got to work on her accommodations. The first thing to go was her dirty dress, giving you the first look at her nude form. She was in incredible shape, though had obviously not eaten a good meal in a while. Still, she maintained an hourglass figure! She had beautiful B-cup breasts topped with dark areola. She was a bit hairier than you preferred your women, but that was nothing a razor could not fix.

In her cell, she would only have a bed and a bathroom. All other amenities would have to be earned. A thick metal collar and leash would keep her from getting anywhere close to the door, which would of course be locked anyway. Finally, a sex rack could be raised from the floor at the push of a button, in case she needed to be restrained further.

You admired her sleeping form for a bit, theorizing the best ways to transform her from violent mobster to loyal slut. However, the anesthesia would surely not wear off until morning, and so eventually you left her to rest.

Besides, your night was far from over!