****** Bodyguarding the Don by jim_trent@hotmail.com ******
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Bodyguarding the Don


I served in "The Great War" on the allied side and managed to survive without
any serious wounds. After I was discharged in the spring of 1919, I returned to
my home in Sicily. Although I was a nobody when I enlisted, the rank I achieved
and the medals I won brought me to the attention to the local Don. A high-
ranking individual in what you sometimes call the Mafia. There had been several
attempts on his life and he was no longer young. After a few tests, both
physical and mental, he put me in charge of his bodyguards.

I had a number of short, double-barreled shotguns made up for the guards. With
barrels only 12" long and the stock cut off to a pistol grip with a lanyard on
the bottom, it was easy to conceal under our vests or jackets. Loaded with
buckshot, this kind of weapon was devastating in trench combat. I trained the
men on how to use it and made sure that there were at least two of the men and
guns near the Don whenever he left the villa. It was a fearsome weapon. After a
couple of assassination attempts were made, and the unsuccessful assassins were
nearly cut in half with the shotgun blasts to the torso with one in the face
for good measure, further attempts on his life ceased. There is something about
a closed coffin burial that preys on the mind of a potential assassin. Never
get complacent, though.

Although the Don had fewer worries about being assassinated, he was still
getting old. Somewhere along the line, long before I started working for him,
he had gotten the idea that deflowering young virgins would prolong his life.
It probably came from stories about some of the early Caesars. Safely procuring
the virgins was also part of my job.

Actually, it was not that hard after the war. There were a lot of impoverished
people, even though we were on the winning side. I contacted madams in
whorehouses on the mainland to act as go-betweens. No use taking a chance that
we might deflower a girl on the island who might be related to someone close to
the Don; someone who might try to assassinate him. The request for young
virgins was not the usual kind of request for the madams, but for the right
amount of money, they were able to find widows, poor women, and others who had
young virgin daughters. By young, I mean 12 or 13 years old, just starting to
bud. The Don would not accept any girl older than that.

Even at one or two a month, we quickly went through the pool of suitable
candidates in the toe of Italy. After the initial rush, the girls continued to
become available, but at a reduced rate. There were just not enough of them. We
worked north along the coast to Naples. There were a lot of girls available
there, but we have used quite a few of them, too. We will have to work
northward toward Rome before long. I doubt that the Don will live long enough
to work through the young virgins there.

Our doctor checked each candidate to make sure they were actually virgins
before any money changed hands. It was not at all surprising how many girls
were said to be virgins, but were not. We only gave the mother enough money to
whet her appetite. The rest of the money was promised after the Don was through
with her daughter. The mothers were told exactly what would happen to her
daughter. No permanent harm. Just a simple deflowering. Most thought that it
was only a matter of time before their daughter's cherry was popped anyway, so
this was a way to profit from the thin fleshy membrane.

If the girl was suitable, the mother and daughter were brought to Sicily.
Sometimes, I met them at the dock with the Don's chauffeured Hispano limousine.
Invariably, the mother and daughter were dressed up in their finest clothes,
which was usually not all that fine. They were awed by the limo and
rubbernecked throughout the ride to the villa. There was wine, sweetmeats, and
small cakes for them to dine on during the trip. The villa was high on a hill,
more like a small town with fortified walls than a country house. There was
room inside the walls for everyone who provided services to the Don.

As the limo pulled through the gate and crunched the white marble stones that
covered the circular driveway, the women in charge of preparing the virgin
appeared to meet us. They talked to the girl and put her at ease before taking
her away. They never talked with the mother since they did not approve of what
she was doing. They did not fault the Don, since their livelihood depended on
his continued health. However, they were free to scorn the mother who would
sell their daughter's virginity.

I would bring the mother into the house through the back, and then into a small
room. I would take out a leather pouch, open it, and show her the gold coins
inside. It was the amount she was promised. More than a years salary for most
of them. It was almost certainly more money than they had ever seen in one
place at one time in their entire life. Invariably, they reached for it. I
would pull it away and say, "You will have this is when the deed is done. Your
daughter is being prepared for the Don. Now for you. Get undressed."

Invariably, she was shocked. She knew her daughter would be deflowered (we used
this word rather than raped - it sounded better), but did not realize that she
was also part of the play that was going to be acted out with her daughter.
Some complied willingly. Others protested weakly. I did not have to use force.
Telling her that she would not get the gold and both her and her daughter would
be returned if she disobeyed another order was all that it took to get them to
strip naked before me. First the dress or skirt would come off, then the
blouse, then the slip. At that point, they would usually hesitate, but shortly
after, the tattered underwear would join the pile of clothes between us.

Most had been good looking once. You could see it in their well rounded
breasts, narrow waists, and wide hips. But the poor age fast in Italy. For that
matter, the poor age fast everywhere. They were in their mid to late 20's now.
Breasts were starting to sag, waists were beginning to thicken, and their hips
were starting to spread. You could see the decay starting. However, regardless
of their looks, I would make sure they were clean and find a set of high heels
that fit, for them to wear. Nothing else. Many had never worn high heels before
and had to practice walking in them.

While this was going on, the girl was being prepared. She was given a little
laudanum (an opium extract). Not much. Just enough to make her calm. They took
her clothes and bathed her in a scented bath. Then they applied heavy makeup to
the girl. When done, she looked like an angelic young whore. Then, they took
her to the deflowering room and laid her on an ornate bed with white satin
sheets, but no blankets. The women told her to be quiet and not to move or her
mother would be VERY unhappy with her. Then they left.

When this was done, they let me know and I led the naked mother through the
house to the very same room. Many of the women lined the route and turned their
backs when she approached them. We entered a small space in the wall behind and
above the bed with a tall, heavy wooden chair bolted to the floor. I strapped
her ankles to the legs of the chair with wide leather belts, leaving the
private parts between her legs open and accessible. Her wrists were strapped to
the heavy arms of the chair. Her torso was strapped to the back of the chair
with a wide leather belt under her tits. Last was a combination leather cap/
strap around her forehead. Then I put a gag in her mouth and whispered into her
ear, "You are to watch your daughter being deflowered. Don't take your eyes off
the Don if you want the money."

Eventually, the Don arrived. He was covered in a silk bathrobe. He sat down on
the bed next to the virgin. Usually, she was asleep by then. He dropped the
bathrobe and climbed on the bed next to her. He ran his hands up and down her
body. No part was left untouched. Most of them would wake somewhat while he was
getting hard. It did not make any difference. He applied olive oil to his cock
and stroked it until hard. When hard enough, he would lay on top of her and
ease it in. They were invariably tight, but with the oil, it took only a little
effort to force his way through her maidenhead. He would continue pumping until
he came. Sometimes it took a very long time.

From time to time, while he was pumping he would glance up and see the mother
watching them. As he entered the girl, I followed the Don's instructions and
started rubbing the mothers shoulders, then down her tits, running my finger
around her areolas, then to her nipples pinching, brushing and stroking them
until they started to swell. After getting a reaction, I would move the massage
down her belly, abdomen, and to her cunt. I would stick in a finger or two and
stroke the clit. Then I would continue down to the fleshy pad on the inside top
of her cunt. She would invariably respond. I rocked my hand back and forth in
her most private of parts, with two fingers stroking the pad inside her cunt
and then pressing her clit with the palm of my hand. Alternately pressing and
stroking. I would bring her to orgasm after orgasm as long as the Don was
pumping away. With my other hand, I would stroke, rub, or pinch her nipples or
any other part that excited her. Most would resist having orgasms while
watching their daughter being raped. Some would alternate between crying
silently and climaxing. But they always climaxed. No matter what they tried to
do, their bodies would betray them. This excited the Don. After he came, he
would dress in his robe and leave the room.

The women waiting outside would come in to remove the girl and clean her up. I
unstrapped the mother, stood her up, turned her around, and pressed her back
against the nearby wall. By then, she was sopping wet between the legs. I would
drop the suspenders holding up my pants and shed my shirt. Then I would lift
one of her legs by her knee, sometimes holding it next to me, sometimes holding
it away from my body in order to make it easier for me to enter her. Then I
would guide my hard cock into her waiting, yearning cunt. It took only a short
while for me to come. I would repeatedly slam her against the wall, pressing
their tits against my chest as my cock probed the deepest recesses of their
cunt. They usually came several times while I was pumping them against the
wall, since they had already gotten so worked up in the chair. Some had trouble
standing without help.

After squirting my seed into her unprotected womb, I led her through the
hallways, outside, through the villa, to the unmarried men's dorm. Her love
juices and my cum would begin dripping down the inside of her legs by the time
we got there. The men were waiting. Many of the married men were there, too.
Their wives allowed them to "punish" the visiting whore with their cocks since
they knew she would be gone the next day. It had the side benefit of keeping
their husbands from straying sexually with the nearby girls. When I led her
inside, there was usually a shock of recognition as she saw the men in various
stages of undress. She knew instantly what was going to happen. I pushed her
into the room, the men grabbed her, and then I closed the door. Gangbang time.
An added benefit for the men.

I developed a system to keep everything fair and orderly. The men drew numbers
before she was brought in. The center of the room was cleared of all furniture
except for a large mattress in the middle of the floor. She would be half
pulled, half dragged to the mattress by dozens of hands. The people with the
discs numbered 2, 3, 4, and 5 would grab her legs and arms. The man with the
disc that had the number "1" on it would kneel between her legs. Then he would
fuck her. As soon as he was done, the next man in line would replace one of the
leg or arm holders and the man with the number "2" disc would move between her
legs. 25 to 30 men would take turns with her. Each knew that if he hurt her
permanently in any way, he would not be allowed to participate in any future
gangbangs. They were careful in their sexual activities. Some were even gentle.

Halfway through the first go-around, she was usually too weak to fight, if that
was ever her intention. Most did not bother. The younger men would return for
seconds. Sometimes thirds. Invariably, somewhere along the line, they would
turn her over, put a few pillows under her abdomen and start fucking her in the
ass. By morning, everyone would be exhausted, especially the woman.

Then the men would leave for breakfast and the women would drag the whore out
into the courtyard and splash cold well water on her. That usually got a shriek
out of her. After she was cleaned with coarse brushes and harsh lye soap, she
would be given back her clothes. She would dress in the center of the courtyard
with everybody watching and then led to the front entrance. There I would give
her the bag of gold she and her daughter earned. Then I would give her a second
bag of gold as an added bonus for the extra services she provided. I would
reunite the mother and daughter and open the limousine door for them to leave.
There were few surprises after the first couple of dozen women graced us with
their presence - and their cunts.

Another one was due to arrive at any moment. I had not been able to meet them
at the docks today. I saw the limo as it came up the hill and entered the
drive. As it crunched to a stop, I opened the door. I helped a little girl out
then reached for her mother. I was momentarily startled. This woman had visited
us about a year ago. She smiled broadly at me and said, "I hope we have more
time together tonight. Would your men be willing to give us a little more time?
I will make it worthwhile for them if they are patient. And I even brought my
own high heels this time."

Then I remembered that she had a total of three daughters. In addition to
tonight, I had a feeling that I would be seeing her again in about a year.

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