ABC: Gabby Needs a Gangster

Author's note: this is my first attempt at Sopranos fan fiction. Not sure which category it will end up in, but I intended it for noncon. It's not violent, but it's got heaps of reluctant sex and humiliation. I hope you like it.

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Gabby tucked a few wayward strands of her long honey-blonde hair behind her ear. Peering over Meadow's shoulder, she watched her punch in the code for the home security system. Meadow lived in a huge house in the hills behind Carnal, an exclusive section for only the wealthiest of families. Gabby felt a little guilty because she liked Meadow a lot. The two girls had met at the community college just before Gabby dropped all her classes. Meadow was broadminded and practical, just like Gabby's boyfriend, a young man who could make her pulse race but constantly found himself in scrapes with the law.

When Gabby told Meadow she was dropping out of school to spend more time with her boyfriend, Meadow just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "Sometimes a girl needs a little time to get her ya-yas out," she said. This made Gabby grin. It was so true. After a burglary, her boyfriend would take her to his apartment, pull her pants down, and put her on the bed with her face to the sheets. He would ride her this way until she was delirious with desire, then pull his sticky cock from her pussy and slap her haunches. This was Gabby's signal to scramble to the floor, open her mouth wide, and extend her tongue. She loved letting him use her mouth this way, especially on the heels of a crime. She liked to think of herself as a dangerous moll, but deep down she knew she was not. Her crimes combined with being used so crudely made her potential as a moll seem all the more real. Of course her dangerous boy would need to use her mouth this way. Gazing up into his eyes, she swallowed all the thick, warm cream he produced. The smug smirk he wore gave her the validation that good grades at school could not.

Gabby had lots of ya-yas that needed to be liberated. She was eighteen, but her body had developed late, giving her large 34 C breasts and a nice round ass, but very little self confidence. She loved her boyfriend simply because he admired her long braided ponytail and amazing blue eyes. For his part, he encouraged her to find ways to use her innocent good looks to their advantage.

So, later that night, Gabby felt her pussy grow moist as she crept through the dark in her new friend's house in the hills behind Carnal. Gabby found a pillowcase to hold a small collection of expensive electronics and valuables, but she didn't really care about the stealing. Mostly she found herself daydreaming about kneeling on the bed in her boyfriend's apartment, the delicious strokes he would soon be giving her, and the salty load of cum he would eventually dump into her willing, young mouth.

Suddenly the room was flooded with a harsh light.

Gabby spun around and came face to face with the cold blue barrel of an AK 47. The metallic clack of the cocking mechanism made her blood run cold. She felt her bladder let go, and she dropped the pillowcase, which landed on the carpet with a dull thud. A spreading warmth grew between her legs.

"What the fuck?" Meadow's dad lowered the barrel of the gun.

Tony was a big man, with a large, balding head. He wore dark slacks and a droopy wife beater tank top. His belly sagged over his belt, but he carried himself with the confidence of a man used to giving orders. He flexed the muscles in his hairy forearms.

"Jesus," he said, lowering the gun. "I almost shot ya, sweetie."

Gabby didn't know what to say. "Tony," she chirped. "I thought— I thought you were at the shore."

Tony tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. He hefted the gun in his hands.

"Where's Meadow?" he asked, raising his chin.

Terror gripped Gabby. She chewed her bottom lip.

Tony looked at the pillowcase on the floor. He looked at the quaking teenager before him. He set his jaw. "You're fucking robbing me," he said, his voice dropping to a menacing growl.

Wringing her hands, Gabby drew in a long, shuddery breath.

Switching the gun to full auto, Tony asked: "Are you alone?"

The blood drained from Gabby's face. She didn't want to rat on her boyfriend. She didn't want to make Tony any madder.

"Yes," she squeaked.

At that very moment, a car started in the drive in front of the house. The engine revved, and the car's tires squealed, spitting gravel. Her boyfriend had abandoned her.

Gabby's eyes widened.

"Are you fucking kidding me," Tony hissed. His brow furrowed, eyes glowing hot. He took out his phone and began punching numbers into it. "Don't move," he said to Gabby, pointing a stubby finger at her face, but he needn't have bothered. She was already paralyzed with fear, holding herself tightly, barely able to breath.

Tony spoke low into his phone, pacing the room.

He finished the first call and then made another. "I'm standing in the den with one of your little girlfriends," he said into the phone, looking Gabby in the eye. He was speaking with Meadow! He told her to come right home, and Gabby felt a rising sense of shame fill her chest.

Tony blew air from his nose and rubbed the top of his head. His eyes went to Gabby's soiled pants. She followed his eyes, her cheeks growing hot. Squeezing her wet thighs together, she begged Tony's forgiveness.

Tony exhaled. He shook his head.

A slow smile spread across his face, and then he chuckled.

He waved his hand in dismissal. "Ah," he grunted. "I did stuff like this all the time when I was your age." Draping his big arm over her shoulders, Tony pulled her toward him, and Gabby couldn't be sure if his great bulk made her feel more comfortable or more threatened.

He led her deeper into the house.

He stowed his gun in a secret wall cabinet, then took her into the laundry room, where he began picking through baskets of clothes. He found a shirt for himself, sniffed it, and then pulled it over his head. He found a pair of white spandex shorts for her and handed them to her. The shorts dangled from his fingers.

"Come on," he said. "They're clean."

Gabby took the shorts and bowed her head. She didn't want to be in her wet jeans, but she didn't particularly want to change out of them either. She gazed around the room, but there was nowhere for privacy. She gave Tony a pleading look and he smiled, turning to face the wall.

He spoke to her in a friendly, fatherly way that gave Gabby hope. He told her he understood humiliation. She stripped off her wet jeans, then her panties.

He said it was embarrassing for a man of his stature to be robbed, even if it was only an attempted robbery. Even if the robbers were only kids.

Gabby's mouth dried up.

He offered her a box of baby wipes, gazing unabashed at her pale hips and thighs. His scrutiny was an unsettling counterweight to his fatherly tone. She took the wipes, holding the box in front of her crotch.

Turning back to the washing machine, Tony opened the lid and sprinkled some powder into the tub. He talked about respect. He clicked the dials. Gabby used the wipes to clean her thighs and between her legs. She felt a perverse thrill, touching herself in front of this dangerous man. He told her that he would have to humiliate her boyfriend, if he wanted to keep his stature intact.

He said he expected Gabby's help and her pussy throbbed.

Motioning with the fingers of his hand, he signaled for her pants. Closing her mouth and swallowing hard, Gabby passed him her soiled pants and panties. She hurriedly squeezed into the shorts. They were way too small. Her vagina stood out like bas-relief sculpture.

Gabby looked up to find Tony eyeing the front of her shorts. Raising his eyes, he grinned at her. He held her phone in his hand.

"What can we do," Tony asked, "to humiliate your boyfriend?"

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Gabby knelt at Tony's feet.

He unzipped his pants and produced the largest penis Gabby had ever seen. It was long and fat, dark tan in color, with a thick smooth head and a meaty shaft.

He took it in his fist and pumped it, filling it with blood. Cupping her head in his hand, he tugged her face to his hip, and she could feel the warmth radiating off his cock. He grinned down at her, petting her head with his big palm.

She gave him the password to her phone and he punched it in.

He worked on the phone for a bit with a grin on his face. "Is this you?" he asked, showing her a nude photo of herself. Gabby's stomach dropped. She had dozens of nude selfies, some with her boyfriend's cock in her mouth.

"Nice," Tony said, pouring over her phone. Laying her head on Tony's thigh, she resigned herself to sucking his big cock.

She'd never sucked a man as old or as large as Tony, and though it repulsed her, it also triggered her desire for a strong man who commanded respect. Gabby comforted herself with the knowledge that she had no choice. It was the only way! A blowjob from her would save Tony's face and her boyfriend's ass. When she thought about it this way, it almost felt as if sucking Tony's cock was a noble act. Her boyfriend had abandoned her, but she wasn't angry with him. She wanted to be his partner in crime and if it meant occasionally sucking the cock of an irate homeowner, then so be it. Her contribution to their partnership would be sucking Tony off.

Besides, she'd never had a cock as large as the one Tony possessed and it filled her with a warm thrill. She imagined wrapping her hands around the meaty shaft, feeling its fat head at the back of her mouth.

"Smile," Tony said.

He snapped a shot of her face next to his cock.

He took her chin in his hand and tilted her head back. He took several more shots of her, his cock swaying above her face. He showed her the pictures as he took them and she was astonished to see the cold fear in her blue eyes. Taking his big cock in her hands, she marshaled her courage. She opened her mouth and tilted her head, inching her open mouth closer and closer to his hard cock.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Tony said with mild irritation.

He took his cock from her hands and stuffed it back into his pants. She gave him a wounded look and he chuckled.

"We're going to get you taken care of sweetie," he said. "Don't worry."

He zipped his fly and worked with her phone some more. Gabby felt numb. Her fragile self-esteem was built almost entirely on her ability to suck a man's cock. She could feel herself slipping into the perilous depths of a nasty shame spiral. She remained on her knees at Tony's feet, looking at the way the pleats in his slacks so completely camouflaged the size of his dick.

"Your boyfriend called you a slut," Tony said.

He grinned and showed her an incoming text message from her boyfriend. Above it was a picture of her with Tony's cock resting on her face.

Tony resumed texting on her phone, a big smile on his face.

"Daddy?" Meadow called from somewhere in the house.

Tony looked up from the phone. Helping Gabby from her knees, he returned her phone and said her boyfriend would soon arrive.

Meadow showed up and Tony asked her to get Gabby something to eat. Meadow hurried around the kitchen, leaving Gabby sitting at the counter. Olive-skinned men in running suits and dark glasses showed up, greeting Tony with serious nods, two-armed hugs, and unintelligible grunts.

Tony took his friends into the den.

"You like manicotti?" Meadow asked cheerfully. She held a microwaved plate of pasta in her hands.

Tony's rejection had left Gabby feeling bitter and sorry for herself and she wanted to lash out at him. "Your dad tried to make me suck his cock," Gabby whispered.

Meadow looked at Gabby blankly.

Setting the warmed plate before her, Meadow looked into her friend's eyes. Just as Gabby felt some small bit of hope rise in her chest, Meadow burst into laughter, waving her hand dismissively. "My dad wouldn't let you suck his cock," she said flatly.

Gabby could feel fat tears welling in her eyes.

Meadow grinned, picked up the fork, and speared a cheesy noodle. "This manicotti is really good," she said, holding it to her friend's mouth. "Try it."

Gabby sniffed, batting her eyes to keep the tears at bay. Mean thoughts ran through her mind. Tony wouldn't let her suck his cock because he knew she was a whore, a dirty little slut whose only real talent was her ability to suck a man dry.

Meadow nibbled a little of what was on the fork, and then returned it to Gabby's lips. "Eat," Meadow hissed. This time it was a command.

Gabby ate the pasta.

She wasn't really hungry, but it was tasty enough, and Meadow insisted on feeding her. More men came into the house and went into the den. "I like your shorts," Meadow whispered sweetly, as she watched her friend chew. Gabby shifted on the stool, the backs of her thighs sticking to the vinyl seat cushion.

Two husky men led Gabby's boyfriend into the den. Gabby tried to make eye contact but the henchmen whisked him past her.

Soon a guy came out of the den and sat on the stool next to Gabby. Christopher was a young man with dark hair, a hooked nose and no-nonsense eyes. He took a noodle from her plate with his fingers and popped it into his mouth.

"Okay, your boyfriend is here and Ton says you're going to help us humiliate him," Christopher said.

He nodded to Meadow and smiled as he chewed.

Gabby meekly nodded.

"You're a friend of the family, so you get a choice," Christopher said. "You want it in the ass, the pussy, or the mouth?"

Gabby felt all the air rush out of her body.

"Ass is going to hurt," Christopher said. "Pussy?" He shrugged and made a grimace as he evaluated this option. He rubbed his chin. "You on birth control?" he asked.

Gabby closed her eyes.

"Everyone has to come inside you," Christopher said. "You take it in the mouth, you have to swallow."

Meadow put her hand over Gabby's and smiled tenderly. Feeling the warmth of her friend's hand, Gabby gave Meadow a pleading look.

"Do you want my help?" Meadow asked. She took Gabby's cheek in her palm and looked deep into the girl's amazing blue eyes.

Gabby nodded.

"Ask for my help," Meadow said.

Gabby lowered her eyes and took a deep inhale.

"Please help me," she whimpered, looking into Meadow's brown eyes and fighting back hot tears. Gabby's voice cracked on please, but she took another shuddery breath and persevered, the rest of her plea coming out in shaky little gasps. Something about hearing herself ask for help so pitifully made her chest swell with raw emotion. Meadow must have felt it too. She tilted her head and pursed her lips, caressing her friend's cheek. The sound of men laughing and joking in the den drifted into the kitchen.

"Mouth," Meadow said flatly.

Looking at Christopher, she raised her eyebrows.

"Definitely mouth," Christopher said.

Gabby hung her head. She sniffed loudly and wiped her nose on the back of her hand.

"Okay," she whispered in a tiny voice.

"Mouth."

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Christopher led Gabby into the den and the room fell quiet, except for the sound of a TV playing somewhere. A dozen or more men with perfectly coifed hair waited for Christopher to speak. Tugging her under his arm, Christopher nodded toward her boyfriend and said: "This is the punk's girlfriend, Gabby."

The men began insulting her boyfriend, who sat in a sullen heap on a couch, a large henchman squeezed in on either side of him. The quiet murmur grew to a roar. Someone made a wolf whistle. Christopher held his hand up and the room quieted down again.

"Gabby has agreed to suck all our cocks," he said.

Gabby felt as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on her head. Time stopped. Blood pumped in her ears. The room remained silent and she wondered if Christopher were joking. She looked at him, eyes wide with shock and horror, and then time resumed, and the whole room erupted in laughter and cheers, all the men hooting and swearing, some grabbing at their crotches in glee. Holding her hands clasped to her chest, Gabby buried her head on Christopher's shoulder. He hugged her tight. Taking her head in his palm, he whispered encouragement. "Easy, easy," he said.

"This is really going to humiliate your boyfriend."

Gabby didn't know how to respond. For one, her boyfriend looked more angry than humiliated. He sat glaring on the couch, arms folded across his chest. For another—but Gabby couldn't think of any other response. So far her life had been easy. Her utter lack of self-worth prevented her from articulating anything else.

An old guy put his arm around her waist and tugged her close, a big smile on his face. Paulie had white at the temples, but a well-toned, muscular body. "What the fuck are you doing with a bum like this?" he asked, his eyes moving from the camel-toe at her crotch to her cleavage. "You're a beautiful kid," he said.

He took her hand and put it on his crotch.

Gabby's could feel something large and warm moving under her palm. Her cheeks went red and her eyes bulged in horror. Paulie laughed and groped her tits, leaning his head into the crook of her neck.

Gabby tensed herself, bracing for an old man kiss.

Suddenly she felt herself pulled in a new direction and ended up in the arms of someone else. They passed her around the room this way, leering at her camel toe. She wanted to use her hands to protect her modesty, but she needed them to defend her tits and ass. Her obvious fear produced in the men a weird mixture of paternalism and animal lust. They flattered her as they fondled her, offering generous compliments about her tits and ass, her willingness to sacrifice herself for such an unworthy boyfriend. Gabby had never before been the sexual focus of so many dangerous, confident men. Despite her fear, she found herself falling under their spell. Her excitement was tempered by concern about the volume of cum so many men could produce. She wondered, too, how her boyfriend would react to watching her satisfy them all. For the second time that night, she comforted herself with the knowledge there was nothing she could do to prevent any of it. They were all going to use her mouth.

"Furio's first," Christopher announced.

Furio looked hard-bitten and menacing. He wore a dark suit, a skinny tie, and sat with his legs spread wide. He sat on a couch that had been placed where her boyfriend could get a good view.

"Don't swallow until I tell you," Christopher whispered to her. He patted her ass, like a coach sending his star athlete into the big game.

Gabby knelt between Furio's knees.

Furio didn't say anything or even look at her. He kept his eyes on her boyfriend. She meekly opened Furio's pants and pulled out his big cock. It was long and hard, with a bit of wetness at the head. Looking over her shoulder, she saw her boyfriend glaring at the wall. All the other men stood watching her, their arms crossed, eager smiles on their faces. Gabby felt a wave a nauseous reluctance sweep over her. She looked at Christopher who threw up his hands and made a frustrated grimace. With a little whimper, Gabby put Furio's big cock in her mouth

A cheer went up.

Their enthusiasm comforted her. Having a cock in her mouth felt familiar and good and she worked it with gusto. Soon wet slobbering noises came from her mouth.

Furio stopped her.

He motioned for her to come sit next to him on the couch and Gabby's heart soared. He wanted her up on the couch near him, instead of kneeling on the floor at his feet. But when she got in the new position, she realized he had only wanted to give her boyfriend a better view of her labor.

Soon Furio immobilized her head with both his hands and pumped his hips.