Tony interrupts

Dawn knew she should be feeling more confident if she was going to be the leader of a famous crime family. Suddenly, Dawn was pushed roughly against the wall from behind, and just barely managed to raise her hands to protect her head from bouncing off of the hard concrete. "Hey blondie," came a rough voice from behind her, close enough to feel his breath. "You got questions? I got questions, like what's under that skirt!" He pressed himself hard against her backside as his hand slipped beneath the hem of her skirt and began to explore between her legs. She turned her head to cry out, but his other hand took a firm hold of her throat, **** her protest to a barely audible whimper, just as she saw a meaty hand appear and clutch her breast and a mysterious third appendage begin pushing against her tight pussy. Dawn was helpless, and more afraid than she could remember being in her entire life as she prepared for the inevitable violation to come.She stumbled forward as she was jostled, gasping as the assailant's engorged cockhead made its entry and dribbled a little precum into her body, but no sooner had he succeeded than the scuffle ended with the dull thud of his head hitting the floor.

Dawn quickly turned around and looked down to see her tight blouse worse for the ordeal, missing another button and exposing an indecent amount of cleavage, and beyond she saw a tough-looking prisoner on the floor, a bloody gash on the top of his forehead, her panties still in one of his hands and a surprisingly thick cock still fully erect despite the trauma to the cranium. Dawn quickly looked up at Tony, hoping that he didn't see the pang of regret at the interruption now crossing her face. He asked if she was okay and she nodded.Dawn backed away from the injured man at her feet, her hand going to her mouth in horror. "Oh, Tony!" she gasped. "What have you done?"

Her step-brother just shook his head, wiping his hands on his pants. "Another lesson for you to learn, blondie," he exclaimed. "You think you can be a crime boss? This is the criminal element." He gestured at the crumpled body as he stepped over him and embraced her. "Lots of guys are gonna see a hot body like youse, and are gonna wanna take from it whatever they like. How you doin', kid?"

"Good," Dawn smiled bravely. "Just sort of overwhelmed by it all."

"Well, you need to let the capos take care of things," he directed her. "They know the business. Out there, you represent me."

Dawn was disappointed but tried not to let it show. "So who's in charge: Alfredo?"

"You can't pick a lieutenant, Dawn," Tony rebuked her. "The man you choose becomes the leader, and then there's civil war. To keep the peace, you cannot play favorites with the capos." He sighed. "You're in charge, or else there is no more Sablone clan, and we'll be carved up by the gangs." He paused. "You need a power base, independent of the capos. And we need allies to keep what power we have. And you need a boyfriend."

"Uh, I have a boyfriend!" Dawn protested, rising a hand. "His name is Zack, and he's an all-state athlete..."

Tony laughed. "If you don't have a boyfriend here, a powerful one, you are a target, and are gonna end up getting **** by some thug like this, or gangbanged, or sold into white slavery..." Her face went white as he discussed such a horrible fate in such a casual manner. He continued a little more diplomatically. "Listen, I'm going to arrange things so you don't have to worry about your safety from our competition, and that you'll be in a secure enough position to keep the capos in line. I can't get into the details yet, but right now you are on the market and need to consider yourself available."

At this point, two guards entered the room and escorted Tony away, while two others remained with the motionless body on the ground.

"Tony, whose girlfriend am I?" Dawn called after him.

Tony looked back at her, eyeing the guards as though he couldn't say. "Just say yes, Dawn. If you're asked, you say yes!"

Dawn pondered his instruction: is she supposed to be the girlfriend of anyone who asks?