0 comments/ 20084 views/ 8 favorites ABC: Gabby Needs a Gangster By: HuckPilgrim 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. ***** 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?" ABC: Gabby Needs a Gangster Gabby prepared herself for what she was about to receive and shortly warm jets of semen hit the inside of her cheeks and the back of her mouth. Pulling her head from his cock with a slurp, Gabby felt her heart beating in her chest, and looked to Christopher for permission to swallow. He waved her over to where he stood. "Show me," he said. Opening her mouth, Gabby tilted her head back to prevent her prize from rolling down her chin. Christopher peered inside her mouth. "Jesus, Furio!" Christopher laughed. "That's a big fucking load of cum." Furio chuckled politely and zipped his fly. The men began bantering about the great volume of Furio's load, and then all the factors that went into generating a big load of semen, including length of time between ejaculations, diet and various other things. Gabby's neck began to ache. Christopher idly stroked her ass. She tried to make eye contact with Christopher so she could get the okay to swallow, but he was too busy with the discussion about jizm to give her his attention. The semen on her tongue began to cool and coagulate, turning into a nasty glob of male goo. She closed her mouth, waiting patiently for the men to finish their conversation. "Go show Ton, honey," Christopher finally whispered. He gave her a pat on the ass. Tony sat across the room watching a WWII history program on cable. Although it shamed her somewhat, Gabby couldn't deny the thrill she felt to show Tony her achievement. Maybe he didn't really think she was a whore after all. Maybe that was only her own insecurities talking. Squatting before his easy chair, she threw her head back to show him her prize. Tony looked her in the eye and grinned. "That's nice, sweetie," he said, hardly glancing into her mouth. "Go show Sil." Tony pointed with his chin to a guy across the room. He didn't bother to swat her ass. Gabby rose. She smiled, but there was a loud buzzing sound inside her head. Her whole body felt numb. She was a whore! Tony couldn't wait to send her away. He couldn't be bothered to look in her mouth or even grope her ass. Gabby's mind swirled with mean thoughts, and she didn't notice Meadow until she grabbed her arm. Meadow held Gabby by the chin and shook. "Open up," Meadow said. "Open up." Gabby paused. She felt ashamed to show another girl the big load of cum cradled in her mouth. "Come on," Meadow whispered, dropping her voice to a sultry murmur. "You can show me." She jiggled her friend's chin. Gabby opened her mouth, stooping a bit to give Meadow a better view. "Wow!" Meadow exclaimed. Gabby saw the delight in her friend's eyes and allowed herself to feel a little pride. "Furio," Meadow called across the room. "You destroyed it!" She used her finger to wipe some cum that had splattered onto Gabby's cheek. Holding her finger up for Gabby to see, Meadow said, "Swallow, swallow." Gabby hesitated, her eyes darting from side to side. She couldn't find Christopher without prying her chin from Meadow's hand. "Swallow," Meadow said, raising Gabby's chin. Gabby swallowed. The cum had barely passed over her palate when Meadow plunged her sticky finger into Gabby's mouth. Gabby sucked her friend's finger clean. "Good girl," Meadow laughed. She slipped her hand between Gabby's legs, and Gabby felt an electric current race through her body. Meadow gave Gabby's cunt a good squeeze, and her mouth fell open. She made a needy little groan. "You like it this way," Meadow whispered. It was true! Gabby had never been with another girl, but she couldn't deny what she was feeling right now. Maybe she was a lesbian, or maybe it was just that Meadow had watched Furio use her like a slut, and was still willing to have something to do with her. Gabby mewled, moving to straddle her friend's thigh. Meadow laughed, twisting away. "You got more work to do bitch," Meadow said. She called out to Christopher and asked him to come get his puttana. She gave Gabby a playful slap on the ass. Gabby stumbled across the room. She had never been treated so poorly in all her life, but on some level she knew she deserved it. She had betrayed Meadow to please her boyfriend. Christopher looked in Gabby's mouth and shook his head. "Madonne, " he said with great disappointment. A chill raced through her body. His disappointment consumed her, especially on the heels of Tony's indifference, and her boyfriend's ongoing withdraw. Gabby resolved to win back Christopher's approval, no matter the cost. He made her suck off an obese man in a running suit who couldn't get an erection. Gabby climbed into his lap, rubbing her tits in his face and grinding her pussy on his lap. She would do whatever was necessary to prove her worth. He made her suck off her boyfriend's guards, kneeling before them on the couch where her boyfriend sat. Gabby stole glances at her man as she bobbed her head, but he refused to meet her eyes. If he wouldn't look in her eyes, the other men didn't share this compunction. They were almost united in their request for her to gaze up at them as they shot off in her mouth. For her part, Gabby did her best to please everyone. If a man wanted to see his cum splash onto her tongue, she knelt before him and opened her mouth wide. If a man wanted her to tug the cream from his dick, she pulled with both hands until he was dry. Christopher went to the bathroom and Paulie caught up with Gabby again. He had her lay on her back, with her head hanging off the edge of a desk. Dropping his pants, he shoved his cock in her mouth. Gabby felt the head of his big cock at the back of her throat, his balls hanging in her eyes. He coached her to suppress her gag reflex, thrusting his cock in a little at a time. Soon he had his cock wedged into her throat and Gabby felt tears filling her eyes. "Paulie!" Christopher said. "What the fuck are you doing to her!?" Gabby couldn't see Christopher but she heard the concern in his voice, and it made her chest swell with pride. Tears of joy mixed in with the tears of frustration already pooling in her eyes. She doubled her resolve. "It's an ancient Roman ritual," Paulie huffed, as he began thrusting his hips. He was fucking poor Gabby's throat. Soon he grunted, holding his hips still. Gabby watched his balls rise, then fall. Rise then fall. She became aware of something warm in her throat, and she clutched the edges of the desk and twisted her trunk, fighting her panic. He was coming down her throat. When he finished, Gabby sat up, grateful to be upright. She wiped the tears from her eyes, basking in Christopher's concern. "You okay?" he asked. Paulie zipped his fly and goaded her boyfriend. Christopher said he wanted her to take one more load of cum in her mouth and pass it to her boyfriend with a kiss and they would be done for the night. "Can you do that?" he asked, looking in her eyes. Gabby eagerly nodded. Christopher announced that Gabby would suck her boyfriend off and then give him a wet kiss to show there were no hard feelings. Paulie swatted the back of the boyfriend's head when he grimaced, reminding him there were worse things than swallowing a little of his own cum. The other men began laughing and shouting out specific worse things, each one much worse than the last. Gabby tugged down her boyfriend's pants, discovering he was not excited. She had to work to get him hard. She finally managed to get him into a semi-erect state, and then she licked her finger and thrust it up his ass. He gave her his cum with a groan. The men laughed. Her boyfriend gave her a look filled with such hatred and malice that Gabby didn't know what to think. She swallowed his cum. She ran to Christopher and lay her head on his chest. "He hates me," she squeaked. Christopher chuckled. "Of course he does." Gabby pulled back, searching his face. "You humiliated him in a room full of men," Christopher said. "Your relationship will never be the same." Gabby wanted to cry but there were no tears. Everything was changing and it was all happening so fast. Christopher stroked her back and said it was time to get some cum into her boyfriend's mouth. Gabby made a big sniff and shook her head. "No," she said firmly. She had used her mouth to bring forth her last load of semen for the night. "Okay," Christopher said with a shrug. "You're a friend of the family." Gabby sighed with relief. She felt good about her decision to stop sucking cocks. She looked into Christopher's eyes and was surprised to see a firm coldness there. "You want the last one up your ass or in the pussy?" Christopher said. Gabby mewled, gazing around the angry room. Her boyfriend hated her. Her girlfriend had forced her to eat semen and cheesy manicotti. A bunch of men she barely knew would only look her in the eye if they were shooting semen in her mouth. It didn't seem fair. Gabby looked at her feet. It was a terrible situation, but she couldn't deny that she'd brought it all on herself. She looked back into Christopher's cold eyes. She was a little whore who needed a man to make her feel good. "Ass," she said. "Get me some grease," Christopher called out. Gabby tugged off her tight shorts and lay on her back on the same desk Paulie used to fuck her throat. Meadow found a tub of butter in the fridge. Christopher pushed her knees to her chest and greased her asshole with cold butter. One of the men said he intended to film her, and Gabby made the most pitiful moan. She began sobbing uncontrollably. Suddenly Tony was there, peering down at her. "What?" he asked. Gabby blustered that she didn't want her family to see the video and recognize her. Tony gazed around the room. He found a pillow and held it over her face. Gabby stopped crying. She took a deep shuddery breath. "Okay, come on," Tony said, motioning to the man with the camera to get started. Gabby mewled again. "What?" Tony barked, pulling the pillow back. She whispered that she had a tattoo. He surveyed her body. There was a small tattoo on the inside of her tit. He moved the pillow to cover her face. Looking for something else, Tony found nothing within easy reach, so he put his hand over her tit. The men stood silently around the desk. "Come on," Tony said. Gabby felt someone's cock at her asshole. She gripped the edges of the desk. Tony's hand was big and warm on her chest. The cock broke through her greased sphincter and the strokes began. The room was silent except for her groans, which soon turned to breathy grunts of pleasure. Too soon she felt the warm cum fill her rectum. "Get him over here," Tony said. She watched as her boyfriend was led toward her. His eyes were vacant, the anger all gone. He disappeared behind the pillow Tony held at her face and soon she felt a hot tongue worm its way into her asshole. No one had ever given her this kind of attention before and it shamed her to enjoy it so much. "Push the cum out," Christopher whispered. She complied, using the same muscles as those she used to relieve herself after a large meal. She felt the cum seep down her ass, her boyfriend's wet tongue in her dark crack. An eerie quiet settled over the room. With the pillow over her face and Tony's big palm on her boob, she felt like a completely different person, someone else entirely—a girl who possessed the confidence to shit in a troublesome boyfriend's mouth, if she needed to. This thought made her giggle. Tony looked at her and raised one of his eyebrows, but he didn't say anything more, and then he looked away. Gabby focused on her pleasure. Her boyfriend licked her for fifteen or twenty minutes. She enjoyed it immensely, coming very close to orgasm, but never making it over the top. After he finished, she sat on the edge of the desk, her body tingling with desire. Her boyfriend sat on the couch, a hangdog look on his face. She saw her tight shorts, but decided not to put them back on. What would be the point? These men had shamed and used her. She had nothing left to hide. Tony came to her, taking her by the hand. "We're not done yet," he whispered. She slid off the desk, tucking herself under his arm. It surprised her that Tony wanted more from her, but she took it in stride. It no longer mattered if he thought she was a whore, or even desirable. She had fewer illusions about herself now. She knew all that she was capable of. She put her arm around the big man and let him lead her. He grabbed the tub of butter. She saw him grab it and a shudder went through her small frame. Her boob tingled with the memory of having his warm hand placed there. She knew all too well about the size of his cock. He led her to a small room off the den. "I want to talk to you," he said. He tugged his shirt over his head, then sat heavily in a couch and pulled her into his lap. "You must never steal from me again," he said. She hung her head. "I'm sorry," she squeaked. "Fuck sorry," he said. He filled his fingers with a great load of butter. He tugged her close to him and put his goopy, butter-filled hand between her legs. Her mouth dropped open. He rubbed her clitoris with the heel of his slippery hand, the lips of her vagina with his fingers. She grabbed him around the neck. Her hips began rocking, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Tony, Tony," she croaked. She came for the first time that night, squeezing her thighs tight around his hand. Tony filled his hand with even more grease. He slathered her young pussy with it. "Tony, please," she begged. "Please." He slipped a stubby finger into her pussy, then two. He brought her to another roaring orgasm. She lay herself against him, rolling her hips against his thigh and holding him tight. He put his hand on her ass. No sooner had she gathered her senses, then he rolled her onto her back, and got on top of her. "You must never lie to me again," he said. Breathing heavily, she almost said she was sorry, but held her tongue. "I won't," she said. He reached between them and opened his fly. A pulse of terror raced through her. She felt his big cock head at the entrance to her pussy. She gasped. She found she could only breath in, not out. She gasped again, filling her lungs. "You must never. Ever. Tell anyone how I use you," he said. Gabby swallowed. He knew what she'd told Meadow in the kitchen. He was looking at her evenly, his cock at the entrance to her hole. Gabby exhaled. She felt such shame wash over her. "I won't," she promised. She meant it. He sank his cock into her. "Tony, Tony, Tony," she whimpered. He used her pussy for a good ten minutes. His big head was next to hers and she listened to him, his breath going like a stallion. When he finished, he came in her pussy, as she knew he must. He held her head in his hands and looked in her eyes, filling her with hot semen. He got off her, zipped his pants, and left the room. She lay in the dark until he appeared again with her jeans, panties, and a towel, all warm from the dryer. He took her back into the den and made her boyfriend kiss her. Tony said it wasn't a good enough kiss, and made the boyfriend kiss her again, this time on the mouth. Gabby knew from that kiss that what Christopher had said was true. From that day forward, her boyfriend would never again lay her on the bed with her cheek to the sheets, or use her mouth for his cum. Tony warned that if anything happened to Gabby he would hold the boyfriend personally responsible. Accidents, muggings, disappearances. It didn't matter. Tony said he would be watching. He jabbed his finger in the boyfriend's chest and said he'd better take good care of Gabby. But Tony should have warned the boyfriend to take better care of himself. He went on a self-destructive tear soon after that night and wound up in prison. Eight weeks after the attempted robbery at Tony's house, Gabby discovered she was pregnant. Her parents threw her out of the house. Tony helped her secure a small apartment. He gave her a job at his strip club, tending bar. Without the boyfriend around, Gabby went back to community college. She had the baby and named him Anthony. Eventually her parents let her back into the house, but she kept working at the club. Sometimes Meadow would come to the bar and order a drink, but she never left a tip or spoke with Gabby. With her big tits and firm round ass, Gabby knew she could make a lot of money dancing. Tony agreed to let her strip. Occasionally, after her shift was over, he would drive her to her parent's house in his Suburban. He liked to blast Led Zeppelin on the radio and have her slide across the bench seat, put her head in his lap, and suck his fat cock. Tony liked to time it so that he came at the exact time he pulled into her parent's driveway. He clutched the steering wheel and drained his balls into her pretty young mouth. Tony always liked Gabby. On the nights he drove her home, he made sure to give her a big cash tip. She needed it for that little fucker Anthony!