Sex Slave to the Mafia Boys

Chapter 1

Bethany looked up from google maps on her phone to the sight in front of her. It was a large, old building, covered in faded gray paint and dirty windows. In New York, it wasn't uncommon to see dismal, dark abandoned buildings, but Bethany was all alone. Well, as alone as one could be surrounded by people pacing down the streets, jabbering loudly on their cellphones. Or the rush of cars and trucks, making everything smell like dirt and smoke. Inhaling deeply didn't really calm her nerves as a consequence. She had to make a choice; either pussy out and go back home, or walk in like she had planned on doing. She was standing on a street-corner, next to a couple seated outdoors in front of a cheap café. Looking inside, seeing the baristas and the waitstaff, Bethany figured she wouldn't be in any danger as she thought; there's people right here. Just having come back from her part-time job herself, she was dressed in a button-up blouse and sensible dress pants, hair tied back into a ponytail down her back. Bethany shivered slightly before forcing herself to walk, mustering as much courage as she could fake as she entered the seemingly abandoned warehouse.

Her shoes echoed as she made her way into the open space. There was barely anything in here, besides a few boxes stacked on top of one another against the wall. The main event was right in the middle of the place; tables and a few chairs haphazardly scattered next to each other, seating a group of five men playing a game of cards. Bethany felt a chill run up her spine. Not a single woman sat amongst those men, and their appearance didn't help much either. Tall, muscular, some lighter or darker, and lots of tattoos. She didn't want to be one who judged others by how they look, but considering the context, she was about to shit her pants.

Despite all this, she recognized the guy she came here for. Cosimo was seated right in the middle, wearing a respectable suit completely untucked. He gave off the appearance of someone trying to look better than he is, but giving himself away completely. Bethany said tentatively, "Cosimo?"

All five men looked up simultaneously. Bethany froze. He threw down his cards and swaggered over to her, hands threateningly in his pockets. Cosimo examined her with furrowed eyebrows, trying to figure her out. His expression changed suddenly and he said "You're Bethany."

She released an exhale she'd been holding in. "Yes, that's me. I came to return the money." She rummaged in her bag, pulling out a wad of 500 dollars. "You don't understand how much this money helped me and my family. I'd taken all the shifts I could but we've never been this broke, now it's—"

"Shut up already." He spoke with a heavy New York style Italian accent, gruff, and with the voice of someone who's an avid smoker. "This money isn't enough."

Bethany was at a loss for words. The other men were observing intently, but she had nothing to say. She stammered "what do you mean? You gave me 500 dollars."

Cosimo chuckled. "You think I would just give you money and want the exact amount back? How does that benefit me?"

Bethany's brain worked in overdrive to simultaneously control her anxiety and understand what was going on.

"I don't know," she admitted. "I didn't expect you'd put interest on it. I thought it was just generosity."

Mocking laughter spread amongst the men still sitting, leering at Bethany. She felt stupid and very, very scared.

Cosimo grinned slightly. "Of course I'd add interest. You owe me 10,000 bucks."

"What?" she exclaimed. "I don't have that much money! I couldn't pay you 10,000 dollars, are you serious?" She couldn't stop her fingers from shaking.

Cosimo's expression turned dark. "I'm dead serious. Pay the fuck up or you'll fucking regret it. I know where you and your family live, bitch."

Bethany's breath caught in her throat, the adrenaline pulsating through her veins. She wished she could pinch herself and wake up, be back home as if this never happened. There must still be a way out of this.

"I'm g-going to call the police!" She said, her voice high and shrill. The mocking laughter erupted once more, this time with Cosimo joining them.

"The police work with us, you understand? We're the mafia, we have ties in the police. You call them, we pay them off, they pretend like they don't even see you. Money turns them blind. Calling the police ain't going to do anything for you."

At this point, Bethany burst into tears. Whatever courageous front she was putting on failed her. If the police wasn't on her side, she had no one else. Especially not someone who can protect her against an entire underground organization.

"Please don't hurt my family," she pleaded through streaming tears. "I'll do anything, anything else."

Cosimo pulled out a knife and had it against her throat in less than a second. She shrieked and tried to turn away but he held onto her with a viciousness. "Listen here, bitch, I don't know how you're going to do it, but you're going to get me my motherfucking money, you understand?" He looked into her eyes with the ferocity of an animal.

"Hey Coz," one of the guys yelled out from the back. "We can make her our little sex slave instead."

Cosimo didn't turn to look back, but he hesitated, eventually pulling the knife away. "Roberto, we've got enough whores back in our place."

Roberto had sun-kissed brown hair and tan skin. His features were pure but his words were filthy. "Yea, but, how many of those bitches do you get to fuck? They always have clients over, and the boss wouldn't want to see us fucking around anyway. We can take this bitch and have her as our own to pass around whenever we feel like it. She can't say no."

The cogs were turning in Cosimo's head. "You bastard, it's not a bad idea. I've been stressed lately."

Roberto noticed him warming to the idea, and chimed in, "you deserve it! When was the last time you came inside a pussy, that wasn't getting pounded everyday by all the other guys at our place?"

"I can't remember the last time."

"Exactly!"

This whole time Bethany stood like every muscle in her body had seized up. Only her eyes moved, darting between each person. The fear was suffocating her.

Cosimo grabbed her by the back of her neck and dragged her over to the guys. She yelped, but knew better than to struggle.

"Y'all want this bitch?"

They murmured in agreement. "Why not?" Roberto said. She's young, big tits, cute face." Bethany's vocal chords failed her.

"Come on then, bitch, show us if you're worth it."

She looked at Cosimo like a deer in headlights. "What do you mean?"

"I mean take off your fucking clothes. Damn she's retarded."

"You know what they say," one of them piped up. "Dumb bitches have the best pussy."

They cracked up and elbowed him in the ribs. Bethany found none of this funny. In fact, her fingers were frozen solid. Cosimo smacked her upside the head. "Don't make me tell you again, bitch. This is your only chance to pay us back."

Extremely reluctantly, she undid the first button of her blouse. They all watched intently, mouths slightly agape. One of them was watching her closely than the others, in a different way. He had pale skin, jet black hair, and a high nose. His face was long and angular. While the rest were scanning her body, he was scanning her face.

Bethany didn't want to undo the second button. She couldn't, actually. She prayed to God to kill her in this moment. Cosimo nudged her violently.

She undid the second button, stifling a sob as she did so. Bethany couldn't see herself, but her face muscles scrunched up in agony as she slowly revealed herself.

The pale-skinned man called out. "Hey man, that's enough."

The rest of them looked at him in protest, "shut the fuck up bro it was just getting good."

His expression was serious. "We're already gonna get to fuck her we don't need to humiliate her."

Roberto shoved him in his seat. "You're dumb as fuck, who gives a fuck about this girl?"

Bethany tuned out. She was thinking of ways to escape, but it dawned on her. Even if she made it out of here without them following her, they still knew her address. They were gonna kill her, or worse, her family. Bethany couldn't stop the heaving of her chest as she hyperventilated.

Cosimo chimed in "what the fuck happened to you, Guido? Getting soft on some bitch."

Guido chuckled. "Who are you kidding? I'm still gonna fuck the shit out of her. But we don't gotta do all that."

Cosimo turned to Bethany. "Give us your phone number. Whenever we call you, you come running to get fucked, understand? And I'm going to be checking the number, so no funny business."

He grabbed her hair and pushed her down to the table, where there was a pencil and paper. Bethany tried her utmost not to look at the men who were undressing her with their eyes; she wrote her number as quickly as she could. Cosimo grabbed it from her. "Good. Once we've had enough of you, we'll let you go scot-free. Until then, we can use your body however we wish."

She found her voice, albeit shakily. "Are you going to hurt me?" Tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Are you stupid? We're just going to fuck you. We're not going to chop your body up or anything."

"Takes too much time to hide." Said Roberto, casually.

She inhaled shakily. "I should tell you I'm a virgin."

The men all exclaimed at the same time. Roberto smiled, "nah, this changes the game. Now we have to decide who's gonna fuck her fresh pussy first."

"I've never fucked a virgin in my life. Can you believe that shit." Said Cosmo.

"It's like dessert, man." said Guido, looking down at her.