Arson

The shy housewife tried to shield herself but was not entirely successful. With dread, Angie realized that only her thin panties protected her sacred grounds from view. There were tears in her eyes as both hands began to lower her last protection. With agonizing slowness her heavily furred box at last came into view. The men cheered lustily, thinking this shy show one of the sexiest they had ever seen. Angie was beet red from head to toe as she stepped out of her scarlet panties. The men cheered and Angie gazed at the floor, hoping that the power of her will could transport her anywhere else on earth. Somehow she kept her feet and arms moving as she tromped about the stage.

The music, at last, stopped and Angie made a move to reach for her cast off clothes.

"Leave 'em," stated Big Gene, "You won't be needing those any time soon."

Angie was stunned but somehow not surprised. She had understood since last night that she would not escape the weeks ahead without massive amounts of humiliation. Gazing longingly at her cast off clothes, she then continued to try and cover herself as she stood rigidly upon the stage. The spot light dimmed and Angie had an unobstructed view of the knot of mobsters gathered to view her naked form. The men all had a hardness about their persons and their hungry wolf-like leers as they drank in her slim naked form chilled Angie to the bone. They made no attempt to conceal the bulges in their trousers. Aside from doctors, only two men had ever seen her naked, Drew, and her father when she was a young girl. As Angie stood in the gaze of these human wolves, it seemed she could hear her thundering pulse roaring like the ocean in her ears.

Big Gene turned to one of his men and said something to him. He approached the stage and began collecting up Angie's cast off clothing. When he retrieved her panties, he disgusted Angie by placing them under his nose and inhaling deeply. He winked at Angie as sniffed her intimates. The young housewife was amazed that she did not instantly vomit.

"Angie, dear. Come here." stated Big Gene. Angie forced her legs to descend the steps of the stage and approach her captor. She continued to try to hide herself but with less determination with each passing moment. She realized that the men had seen everything, what sense did it make to pretend that they had not. Still, her arms reflexively tried to shield her intimate flesh.

"You did great, kid!" stated the gangster enthusiastically. In his left hand he held a shallow wicker basket.

"I'm going to need all of your jewelry now. I'll lock it away to keep it safe and return it to you when your fun filled two weeks are over. It's for your own protection"

Angie was not sure she believed the for her "own protection" line but she was not about to give Big Gene an opportunity to make another call to one of his sniper goons. She removed a charm bracelet from her wrist. It bore Suzie's name, birth date, and birth stone. It had been a present from her husband when she had returned home from the hospital. Angie sadly unhooked it and dropped it into the basket. From her earlobes, Angie extracted two gold bars and two cosmetic red hoops.

Angie paused for a moment. Her wedding band and engagement ring had never left her hand since she walked down the aisle with Drew. Now she wondered just what the gold circles and diamond actually represented. Even though her marriage had been irrevocably ruptured, sliding off the rings still had a profound impact on Angie's soul. As they tumbled into the basket, she noted the tan line where the rings had resided. Somehow, she felt even more naked without them.

Angie was lost in contemplation when Big Gene coughed softly and gestured to her neck. With a start, Angie realized that her last piece was her cross. She could not remember a day when she had not worn it. Even though she knew it was silly, Angie had always believed that the jewelry offered her spiritual and personal protection. Often, in pensive moments, her right hand clasped the talisman. Whereas the rings represented her married life, the cross was a reminder of her childhood and school years. She made an imploring look at Big Gene who shook his head. The tears that had abandoned Angie the night before returned as her trembling fingers unclasped the chain and lowered it into the basket. Now she was naked as she had never been before. A tremor of fear coursed through her body, but Angie was able to avoid completely breaking down.

"It's better this way, honey. Nothing to hide behind physically or spiritually. Being naked is like entering a sauna, better to do it all at once and get it over with. I will expect a great deal from you over the next two weeks but there is nothing that I think you can't handle."

Angie found her voice somehow and replied, "I wish I had your confidence. This is mortifying."

"I can safely speak on behalf of all of my men and assure you that you have nothing to be ashamed of, Angie, you are one of the most beautiful women any of us have ever seen."

"Please forgive me for not jumping up and down for joy at that pronouncement." scowled Angie.

"Your face is too lovely to be wearing a frown. I want you smiling. That's an order."

With great difficulty, Angie formed a smile on her lips. Even though it was forced, the expression brightened her countenance considerably.

"There you go, beautiful" stated the paunchy, middle aged gangster. "However, I sought your presence for more than just looking beautiful. I expect you to earn your keep through obedience"

Big Gene half smiled at the tremor of fear that coursed through her lithe body and said simply,

"Follow me."

Big Gene led Angie to the front of the room, pulled out his wallet and announced for the whole room to hear, "Twenty dollar poker gentlemen. Lets see who has the best hand."

Big gene took out his billfold and extracted a twenty dollar bill, all of his men did the same. Angie noted that they all seemed to be studying the serial numbers of the bills.

"Nothin'" said one

"Three of a kind" stated another

"Full house!" exulted a dark haired man who seemed younger than most of the others. He handed the bill to his boss who confirmed that the bill possessed three fives and and two fours among its serial numbers.

"Congratulations, Lenny!" stated Big Gene. "Angie here will meet you at the big chair."

The other men cheered Lenny or slapped him in the back as he made his way to a chair in the front of the room, not far from the stage. Big Gene grasped one of Angie's hands and impelled her forward until she was standing in front of the chair containing Lenny. Angie disliked the way that Lenny's eyes hungrily devoured her form, even if he was probably the most handsome man in the room.

"To prove to you that I am not a total bastard, Angie, I will give the option of choice. You can either suck on or ride on Lenny's manhood. If you choose fellatio, I expect you to swallow every drop. Once he gets off you will be done and I will find some new task for you. I'll keep you busy until it is time for you to turn in. Now, which will it be, darling?"

Angie thought her ears were paying tricks on her.

"You want me to do that in front of all these men?"

"What did I just tell you about plunging into a sauna, beautiful? I'm positive that I am not asking you for something that you are unfamiliar with, little Suzie is proof of that."

Angie stood mute and numbly for a moment and then closed her eyes and uttered a silent prayer. Lenny's bulge was obvious in his tailored slacks. Fighting revulsion and shame, Angie fell to her knees between Lenny's parted thighs. At least the carpet was thickly padded. Angie felt a tremor throughout her entire body. The only male penis she had ever seen in the flesh was her husband's. Angie had been so proud of her pure status on her wedding night. Truth be told, she found fellatio a chore. She delighted when Drew performed cunnilingus on her but Angie reciprocated mostly out of marital duty. Drew claimed that he was content with Angie's efforts but when they had fought nearly all of their arguments were about sex. Drew wanted Angie to be a lot more slutty in bed. Angie thought that he should be grateful for what he got. She had tried to please Drew but it had seemed too much work to be really satisfying or as enjoyable as she had hoped and Drew had desired. Intercourse, on the other hand, really floated Angie's boat. During their passionate lovemaking, Angie's cries of "Jesus" were completely carnal.

In spite of that, Angie was certainly not going to mount this total stranger. Her hands went to his belt and, at last, opened the leather strap. With difficulty her fingers opened the catch of the plants and lowered the zipper. Lenny raised his buttocks from the chair so that Angie could pull down his boxers along with his pants. Like an unwanted conjurer's trick Lenny's huge uncut rod was throbbing just inches away from Angie's face. Only the second penis she had ever seen and she was expected to fellate it for a audience of criminal minions. Not for the first time did Angie ask God why her prayers had gone unanswered. After a heavy sigh, Angie grasped the tumescent member and gave it a few gentle tugs. It was a firm and strong erection, and the cock was longer and wider than Drew's.

Angie's thoughts were on the fate of her parents as her lips and tongue made contact with the tip of Lenny's penis. Trying to ignore the circle of horny men about the chair, Angie closed her eyes and prayed more fervently than ever. She began to gently lick her way down the shaft. Angie had no alternative but to pretend that the alien cock was actually Drew's as she parted her lips further, increasing her mouth's contact with the organ. Lenny gazed in delight as the beautiful brunette's head began to slide up and down on his manhood. As the woman kept her eyes tightly closed, her fingers and palms gently stroked his balls and gently jerked his member. It occurred to Lenny, that while this was clearly not the woman's first foray into fellatio, she clearly was not a professional such as his boss normally hired. There was an earnestness and attentiveness to this blow job, that Lenny really enjoyed. Both more than made up for her lack of technique. There was none of the bored, "Let's get this over with," attitude that professional women were wont to fall into, Lenny wondered where his boss had found this enchanting woman.

The novelty of Angie's effort, combined with her beauty soon had the already primed henchman on the cusp of orgasm, His body tensed and, as Angie's mouth slid down on Lenny's shaft, he came copiously, flooding the mouth of the minister's daughter with his bitter, viscous seed. Angie was startled. Drew had always respected her wishes and retrained from actually coming in her mouth. He had always preferred to come inside her body in any case. Angie thought she would gag on the first load her mouth had ever received. For a moment, Angie considered spitting out the foul tasting man juice, but fear for her parents and daughter compelled her to choke down the semen. She was so mortified by having to do so, that she never heard the applause of the gathered men.

"Bravo, Angie!" enthused big Gene. "You'll have few problems the rest of your time with us. Now let's have some private fun."

He extended his hand and assisted Angie to her feet. Angie tottered for a moment before steadying her feet under her. Lenny thanked her and hiked up his pants and the enormity of what she had just done, what she would still have to do, washed over her anew.

"Mr. Canoliapi, I will try to obey you to the best of my abilities, but please remember that so much of this is new to me."

Big Gene Canoliapi gently stroked Angela's cheek, disarming her with his intimacy. "I understand that you have lived a sheltered life. While I can appreciate where you have come from, you need to understand that NOTHING is off limits over the coming days. Before you can be clean again you will have to get VERY dirty. I own your every millimeter for the next two weeks. As far as I am concerned you don't even own your skin. Your mouth, your pussy, and your asshole are all mine to exploit as I see fit. The ONLY concession I will make is that I will try to make sure you are not impregnated. Your old sheltered life will only be a hindrance to what I expect from you; I suggest you focus simply on obedience. I am sure, that even a woman such as yourself if she can relax, may actually find much of what I have in store rather pleasant."

Big gene's hand traveled to Angie's buttocks, which he possessively patted.

"Follow me, angelic Angie, We have to do something about that unkempt carpet and then I have to introduce you to Mr. Happy in a more intimate setting. Have no fear you will see many of these men again. I think Lenny, for example, really likes you. I think the two of you will make fine playmates, LATER."

Big Gene grasped Angie unresistant but very frightened hand and led her through out the room and up a flight of stairs. As Angie feared and expected, the route terminated in a cavernous bedroom.

"Since there is currently no Mrs. Canoliapi, we can play to our heart's content in my inner sanctum. What do you think?"

Angie gazed at the tacky, overstuffed furniture, lurid wallpaper, clashing carpet, and mirrored ceiling and recalled the old adage that one could not buy class. Every inch of the room screamed nouveau rich street punk. The young housewife's mind filled itself with ideas as to the gangster's intellectual and aesthetic makeup. This was a man, she decided, who loved the coarsest jokes, the sleaziest entertainment, no doubt pornography far worse than the sort she had discovered Drew surreptitiously savoring on the internet, and he also regularly consorted with women who were a lot less classy than herself. Angie did not know if that meant she was better or worse equipped to endure two weeks in his company. Angie imagined that it would be probably be far easier for a "professional woman." To a prostitute, Big gene was just another client she had to please, no matter how appalling he was between the sheets, there was nothing he could do that would further degrade or sully those women. As for herself...

Angie's right hand drifted of its own volition to her neck, seeking to grasp its absent cross.

"Well, what do you think?" repeated Big Gene.

Thinking fast, Angie replied, "It all looks very expensive."

"That it is, baby. Big Gene gets what he wants, no matter the price. I let the help decide on the furnishings in the rest of the house but in my sanctum, only the best will do. You should have seen the junk some interior decorator wanted to sell me. I quickly put him in his place. I'm glad you like it, I knew you would, you've got class. I like classy."

Angie had no idea how to respond to that pronouncement.

"Now is when you ask nicely for permission to undress me and for you to tell me to do anything I want to you because I am such a wonderful guy."

Angie realized that the true horror was about to begin. For a long moment the room spun about her as she forced the words to her throat. Somehow it was worse that Big Gene expected her to vocalize the request for her own violation. It seemed so much more sordid that way, as if she was granting approval to all of his subsequent indignities and excesses. Part of her thought it would be far better if he just threw her across the bed and took what he wanted. Better the invader storm the castle than the princess invite him in. At last Angie forced her throat to issue as very soft,

"Mr. Canoliapi, I am yours to do with anything at all you want, may I help you get undressed?"

"Sure, doll. Give me a hug and a bit of kissing first."

The big man parted his arms, and Angie forced herself to accept his embrace. Up this close, he truly was a visage of horror. Angie's eye returned to the jagged scar on his jaw line again and again, even though she knew it was rude. It almost appeared like a seam or a zipper, holding his face together. It was almost as if, imagined Angie, that if that seam were to split and fail, his entire head would empty, like sawdust from the head of a misshapen scarecrow. Angie tried to focus on other things but Big Gene's skin was gray and cadaverous and his eyes were hard pieces of immobile black obsidian.

She suffered his touch. As Big Gene's arms encircled her, Angie tried to imagine he was actually an actor she favored or the boy she had dated briefly before marrying Drew. The disgusted housewife would have found even a fat ugly lesbian more enticing. As waves of disgust coursed through her lithe form, Angie turned her lips towards her captor's. Angie hadn't kissed many boys before settling into married life, but even the awkward kisses she had traded with a boy from church when she was twelve years old returned to her memory with a sense of longing.

The big gangster forced his tongue deep into Angie's mouth, taking her breath away. The minister's daughter tried to relax as best as she was able. Focusing on the kiss took Angie's mind off the possessive stroking of her body. The thug's hands slid down her body before setting on her buttocks. As Big Gene's tongue explored the inside of Angie's mouth, one of his index fingers inserted itself in Angie's virgin asshole, Angie prayed fervently for death. God ignored her.

Big Gene released Angie and indicated that she was to begin undressing him. There was a suit hanger on a clothes tree not far away. Gene could not paw her as she stripped him, so Angie was grateful for the diversion. First, she undid his expensive silk tie and opened the collar button on his white dress shirt. Angie fell to her knees and untied his expensive Italian shoes and had the beast-like being step out of them. Fortunately, his feet did not stink. Angie worked off each sock and placed them next to the shoes.

She rose and opened his tailored suit jacket and worked its way off his wide shoulders and boulder-like belly. It joined the tie on the suit hanger. Angie was shocked to realize that her own father bought his expensive suits from the same high-end clothier. In his cuffs, Big Gene wore opal cuff links. Angie removed them. A puzzled expression crossed her face. She had no idea what to do with them now that they were in her hand. Her dilemma was resolved when Big Gene indicated a jewelry box on a dresser. Angie was delighted that the dresser was more than several feet away, giving her a brief respite from her horrific labors. Taking as long as possible, Angie made her way to the box on the dresser. It was full of glistening rings and manly accessories, all of them obviously quite expensive, more than a few of the objects were quite garish.

This idyll could not last however and Angie soon found herself unbuttoning the white silk shirt and working it off her captor. Angie recalled stories of gremlins and wizened gnomes as she spied the unhealthy looking flesh of the city's crime boss. What wasn't a pasty, unhealthy white, like the underside of a whale, was red and blotchy. Suddenly, Angie realized what fairy tale she had stumbled into "Beauty and the beast!" She was Belle, Big Gene the foul beast, this version of the story, however, precluded a happy ending. There was no chance that Eugene Canoliapi was going to transmogrify into an enchanted prince. Angie's Belle would not have a happy ending.

Holding the cast off shirt, Angie bent to pick up retrieve the previously discarded socks and toted them to a clothes hamper at the foot of the bed. Even the sight of the tacky wallpaper soothed her eyes. Angie tried to fill her mind with images of more attractive men. Drew came to mind, but Angie's rage towards him was so great, she did not want to think about him in any pleasant sense. She recalled her bachelor party. Not the one hosted by her mother, the secret one, arraigned by her girlfriends. Knowing that the shy daughter of a famous minister would never be so daring on her own, her girlfriends spirited her in secret to a restaurant on the edge of town. There, male exotic dancers performed for the wedding party. Angie had acted indignant, at first. The music and the attractiveness of the men soon won her over. Even though the men never removed their G-strings, Angie could never remember a time previous when she had been so stimulated. That night, after her friends returned her home, Angie committed a series of major sins when she fantasized about the dancers, Drew, and her wedding night while masturbating furiously.