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Peculation and Punishment [LilBreadstick & Fabulam-Admissarius]

Maybe it was the feel of her tight cunt clinging to his engorged shaft or the mascara-stained tears trickling from her fuck me eyes. Or the way she said Tati and road him just a little harder when Vic choked her.

Whether it was one of these things or all of these things Vic felt his cock throb. And he all but growled as the pain that now came with ejaculation shot through his back and his balls. And yet with the pain came the pleasure and Vic was finally scratching the itch that had been just out of reach for so very long.

He was close now and as he neared the top of his climax Vic let go of the leash and simply grabbed Madison's throat. His grip so tight that every ounce of air was cut off and blood moved to her head leaving her only with the life that was left in her lungs.

"FUCK YES YOU DIRTY CUNT!" Vic shouted, slapped and grabbed Madison's ass. And with those two points of contact, her ass and her throat, he arched and bucked his hips and slammed her down hard on his cock. Other sounds rolled from his lips but if they were words then they were in a language Madison did not speak.

Vick forced her to ride him hard and he didn't care if she came or not, nor did he care how conscious she was when he came. At some point, the slobbery buttplug plopped from Madison's mouth and tumbled to the floor. And moments after that Vic was cumming and his squeeze on her throat grew dangerously tight as his painful climax rolled over him like a wave of raw filth filling her abused cunt with his seed.

And when his balls were empty and his climax subsided, that's when he finally let go of Madison's throat as he relaxed in his chair, his head rolling back to expose the thick ugly scar across his neck.

And that's where he lay, cock deep inside his best girl, balls throbbing and breathing heavy. Vic didn't just allow Madison to lay there on his chest while she recovered or came to or finished crying, he encouraged it. The hand that seemed ready to choke the life from her, if that's what was required to get off, was now stroking her hair and when he felt like she was conscious and coherent enough he whispered, "That's my baby girl".

The words like a filthy sweet nothing in her ear. His other hand gave her ass an encouraging pat. "You did good princess. You just lay here on Tati as long as you need." He kissed the top of her head. "And when you're ready to go? Give Tati a sweet kiss. Use manners. Thank me for fucking your pretty little cunt and go home."

Vic petted her in that way until she had complied and moved from his lap, at which point he pointed at the buttplug. "Take that with you baby girl. Make sure you start stretching that asshole for Tati." He smiled cruelly and shrugged. "Or don't" And then fully satisfied for the first time in a long time Vic lay there cock out, lit his cigar, and took a long drag as he watched his new favorite toy leave.
 
Something in his eyes changed, ever so slightly, sending fear through her veins. Her jaw tightened its grip on the plug as she flinched back, spreading her knees and thighs wide enough to tear a few seams of the dress loose with a quiet rrrip. As quickly as she had tried to jerk away, she was sinking back into his lap, her gut filling again with his thick cock. He pulsed inside her, and just as Madison pressed her hands against his hips to pull away, he wrapped one large, scarred hand around her throat and her breath cut off.

The short, shallow pants she had managed through her nose now left too little oxygen in her lungs. Her jaw fell, the plug tumbled to the floor, and for a few seconds she opened and closed her mouth like a fish. Her eyes rolled back and her cheeks darkened from pink, to red, to a slight purple. The hard slap to her ass seemed far away. At the front of her mind was only I NEED TO BREATHE and the raging heat bruising her insides. Madison felt her own body squeezing, convulsing, begging for this, but even that seemed to fade farther as his grip on her tightened. Her eyes fluttered shut. The rush of cum that followed was like a warm salve, instantly easing the aches that she would surely feel tomorrow. Her cunt shuddered in time with him, as if eager for another deposit, but when Vic finally released his grip and lay back, Madison collapsed against him.

Her back rose and fell unsteadily for a minute or two, trembling with her newly restored breath. She lay with her face turned away, and forced her eyes to focus on various items within her field of view. Grounding. This is called grounding, she thought to herself. Door. Door handle. Door frame. Trash can. Ash tray- As she went through these, Vic laid a hand on top of her head, stroking her hair. Her heart slowed from a gallop to a trot. She took a deep breath in through her nose. From a trot to a canter. "That's my baby girl." Tears welled, threatened to surface, and Madison swallowed them down again. She didn't know why, but she did not want to cry in front of him again, at least not right now. He was being so gentle, speaking so softly to her, and the calloused hand that had nearly strangled her was soothing away all the fear that it had induced. She lay against his chest until her breathing steadied, and the canter slowed to an amble, and then Madison lifted her eyes to his again. He gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead, then more instructions. His deep, gravely voice had turned softer, somehow. Like a wounded animal with a thorn just removed from its side. She nodded, not daring to speak until she had slid from his lap, picked up the plug, and stood just out of his reach. "Thank you, Tati. For fucking my-" she paused here and looked toward the ground childishly. "My little cunt." Madison did her best not to mumble, then stepped forward again and pressed her lips to his cheek. Tears sprang again, and she choked them back down before parting her lips again, closer to him. "Thank you Tati." With that, Madison let herself out of his office and shut the door behind her.


Eyes followed her from Vic's office, down the stairs, all the way to the bathroom she had passed on her way in. Upon first arrival, the club had been filling up rather slowly. Now, the place was throbbing to the beat of the music. Madison thought the temperature in here must have risen at least 10 degrees. She sighed as the bathroom door fell shut, quieting the music to a dull thumping. Two stalls were occupied, and one girl stood in front of a sink, reapplying a coat of lip gloss. She dropped the tube back into a small clutch, looked at Madison in the mirror once, then turned and brushed past her to leave. Madison selected the abandoned sink and faced herself in the mirror.

It wasn't as bad as she had expected. Mascara ran down her cheeks in muddy grey and black streaks, and the red lipstick she had applied rather hastily was now smudged from her upper lip to her right cheek. She took a few paper towels from the dispenser and got to work cleaning her face with cold water and a drop of soap. Once she was satisfied, she turned her back to the mirror and leaned against the counter. A few girls had come and gone while she was scrubbing away, and now only one stall was occupied. Madison hitched up the few inches of dress that hung over her left thigh and examined the burn that his cigar had left. It was small and pink, and with her head clear (and her pussy aching), the pain rang clearly. She bit her lip, made a silent prayer to herself that it wouldn't scar, then let her dress drop again. It was no worse than grabbing a hot pan, but still it screamed, especially when her thighs brushed together. Madison turned and gave herself another once-over in the mirror. Good enough.

The walk home was short and cold enough to keep her distracted. The night, alone in her bed, was much longer. Though Madison's muscles groaned for rest, her mind was wide awake. She lay in bed, alternating between distracting herself on her phone "You did good princess" and staring at a dark wall hoping for sleep. In the darkness, she watched herself climbing into his lap, dress raised like the slut she had been tonight, then writhing with pleasure, muttering "Yes" until he got what he wanted. She had been putty in his hands, and worse still she had been such a pussy. One threat and she was practically on her knees. Anger bubbled in Madison, and she found that she liked this better than the burning shame that followed each spike of arousal when she replayed the night.


It was a little over a week before Madison heard from JJ again. Her "to sell" stash was shrinking rapidly now, but she had spent the past week doing her best to push *that* night out of her head. JJ's name on her phone brought it all rushing back. She read the message as she gathered her things in the break room after another ten hour shift.

**JJ:** *need anotha drop?*

**Madison:** *can i pick it up tonight?*

There wasn't an immediate response, so she slid her phone into her bag again and ambled home, listening for the familiar notification chime.
 
In the hours following Madison's departure, Vic could think of little else than his evening with his princess. The feel of her throat in his hand. The way she struggled to breathe and swallow and speak. The way her tight wet cunt betrayed her with each little quiver and reluctant wave of pleasure. It was a strange new development for Vic normally when he was done with a woman he was done but over the next few days, thoughts of his special girl didn't just linger they grew.

By Tuesday Vic had people watching Madison. A few days later her home had been bugged while her and her roommates were gone. Audio, visual, all tied into his phone. His favorite thing to do was watch her stare at the wall. He didn't think her soul was shattered, not yet but at times she seemed distant and numb and Vic was certain that in those moments Madison thought of her Tati the most.

His favorite camera to watch wasn't the one hidden in her shower head or fire detector positioned over her bed. It was the one hidden in the frame of her medicine cabinet. The one that filmed her as she looked in the mirror. That's when he saw the flashes of anger and shame and on occasion that reluctant arousal. "Thats my girl." Vic would whisper in that voice. Gravel soaked in whisky and wrapped the fatherly arms of a top-shelf sadist.

On more than one occasion, mostly when he sensed the shame in her, Vic would pull out his thick cock and stroke. It was painful and he never got off but in seconds he was rock hard and he would imagine fucking Madison's throat or her tight ass. He imagined pressing his thumb into her scar, that sweet little cigar-shaped memento he had left her, until her pain and his pain transitioned into that sweet rare moment of pleasure and he spilled his seed inside one abused hole or another.

When JJ received Madison's text Vic was only a few feet away, the crew preparing to deal with some Columbians on the dockside of town that needed to be taught another lesson.

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JJ's first response had been quick but his second wasn't for almost another half hour. Madison's phone chimed.

**JJ** *Boss sending you a car. Doll up. Once you lookin fine text a selfie to his number. 770-555-9099

A few minutes later a second text from JJ comes through. A text he had sent on the down-low.
**JJ** *Yo don't fuck this up. Something's going down. You got a real shot to move the fuck up tonight.*

A quick follow-up.
**JJ** *Remember who helped you out when you do.*

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While his men gathered and prepared for war Vic secretly watched his special little girl get ready for their night together.
 
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JJ got Madison her new supply late. She brushed it off as his lack of tact in the business, and was glad to be rid of him for a few weeks. A few extra hours last week had earned Madison enough money for extra supply, which meant extra sales, which meant a pinch of spending money. She had new paint supplies in mind, and hoped to earn enough this weekend to get one of the big canvases.

Madison did not anticipate a text from JJ today. She read it, and pursed her lips. Boss. Madison's mental picture of Vic had begun to blur over the week, but the mere mention of him brought the ghost of his hand to her throat. She clenched her teeth, read over the phone number that JJ had sent her again, then looked up from her phone. JJ didn't mention what time Vic expected Madison to be ready.

She looked around her living room. He was sending her a car... he knew she was home. Knowledge of her address wasn't a great surprise; JJ had dropped off here enough to have it memorized. Knowledge of her work schedule, though... Madison scooted to the other side of the couch to crack the blinds and peer out the window. There were a few cars parked along both sides of the street. Two of them had windows dark enough that she couldn't see inside. The rest were empty. Could someone be following her, watching her?

Madison realized that it wouldn't be difficult. She was less than observant, especially when she was alone. She tended to walk with headphones in, kept on her phone much of the time, and kept herself stoned enough to dismiss a weird noise or two. She chewed on her lip as she pictured herself, walking home from work, followed by one or two guys. They might duck in and out of alleys, or sway around light posts, or stop and pretend to be interested in a flyer in a window. And there she would walk, oblivious.

Madison took a deep breath, ran her tongue along her torn lip, and leaned away from the window. Her phone chimed. She jumped, then stared at the notification informing her that JJ had followed up. A pit, what Madison felt must be a growing black hole, formed in her stomach. She was in too deep. He saw her now, even from the window, and he was going to let her fucking know. She opened the message.
You got a real shot to move the fuck up tonight.

She stared at the message for a while, then stood from the couch and crossed to her bedroom. She obviously didn't have a choice. This man had set his eyes on her, sank his hook into her, and he would not let go. Her stomach twisted as she opened her closet door, rifled through bleach and painted-stained clothes, and glanced between her few nicer pieces of clothing. She tugged her sweaters and cardigans to the side, and revealed a light blue dress that she had bought for a wedding that she didn't attend. It was simple, but it was the only other formal dress that she owned. Madison tugged it out of the closet and laid it flat on her bed. Then, she stripped down bare and turned back to her closet to pick a white bralette that ought to fit underneath the dress without showing itself. She crossed to her dresser and picked out a pair of white panties to match, then stepped into her bathroom to do her makeup.

When Madison met her own gaze in the mirror, she paused. She watched her brown eyes, fixing their focus on one eye, then the other, then running along the features of her face. Her nose, always a little bigger than she had expected it to be. Her eyes, always a little duller than she had expected. Her lips, fixed in a disapproving frown. As a child, Madison had created a vision of herself as a woman. She had pictured height, confidence, pride, and success. The woman staring back at the child inside of Madison reflected none of this. She worked, and she painted, and she smoked. She felt stuck in a cycle. Until she met this man.

What would the child within her think of this? Would she be afraid? Angry? Disappointed? Madison picked up her foundation and her brush and considered the new life that seemed to be opening up since Vic had entered her life.

A large part of her was afraid. She knew she was being followed, and with power like that, what else could this man do? Then again, with power like that... Madison envisioned a sort of bubble around her. Sure, she may be becoming property, but property is protected. Even a few grams of weed don't go unnoticed by this man. Her life and her body surely would be cherished and protected more than that. She had become... valuable. The pit in her stomach wrenched while she applied a light, wispy look. The fear and pride clashed in a confusing storm, and Madison decided quickly that she would dismiss these thoughts. She had no choice. She would go tonight, see what this man really wanted from her, and from there she could consider her situation.

After she finished her makeup, Madison slipped into the dress and the same heels that she had worn last week. She wobbled to the bathroom, where her lighting would aid her "fine" selfie. She held her phone up, lifted the corner of her mouth into a smirk, and snapped a picture. After reviewing it, she sent the picture to the number that JJ had given her. Now, all that was left was to wait. Madison spent her time packing her black clutch with her phone, lip gloss, her ID and her credit card, then sat on her living room couch and tried not to think about what he could possibly have planned for tonight. Her thumb ran absently over the small wound on her thigh.
 
As crime lords went, Victor Saitovic was more hands-on than most. Some guys liked getting their hands dirty, Vic preferred bloody. Early on, when his organization was less of an empire and more of a cut-throat band of savages, Vic had established this reputation. He used violence like a meat cleaver and terror like a scalpel. With those two tools, he carved up the city of Reno like choice cuts of meat and he had been dining on it ever since.

Now that he was growing Vic needed more than his own personal reputation, he needed his crew to be equally feared. And so when the time came to carve out some new territory Vic sat in his limo while his men slaughtered a warehouse full of Columbians. He passed his time watching Madison get ready on the various hidden cameras planted around her apartment. He made a mental note that it was time to take his special girl shopping.

As the muzzle flash of suppressed gunfire filled the warehouse Vic glanced that way, determined things were going as planned and turned his attention back to his phone. On it, Madison was getting dolled up and Vic switched to the bathroom camera. He was curious, not about the lipgloss and eyeliner but rather about her expression. He couldn't read her mind but he could see the wheels in her head turning.

"That's my girl," Victor said in that sandpaper whisper. "Put your fuckin game face on." Vic licked his thumb like he was fixing to turn the page of a book and then simply rubbed it against his forefinger until both were dry and Madison was snapping her selfie. He felt his phone buzz but he didn't bother looking right away, instead, he watched as Madison settled on the couch to wait. And when her thumb absently ran over the small wound on her thigh Vic chuckled like the top-shelf sadist he was. "There's going to be more where that came from."

Vic didn't plan on mutilating Madison but he liked marking his property in ways they would remember be that on their abused body or their tattered souls. He felt his cock stiffen as he watched her rub and then with the gunfire tapering off Vic responded to the text as he got out of the car.

**Vic** *Limo is waiting. Help yourself to the bar and there's a gift in the back. Put it on.*

Once Madison made it outside the driver opened the door to the Limo and nodded respectfully. "Miss Bates."

Once inside the Limo Madison found a small neatly wrapped box. Inside was a Choker made from the Brunello Cucinelli Crocodile skin belt that Vic had choked her with the first night they met. It fit tight. Not so tight as to restrict air but tight enough that every time Madison swallowed she would feel it. Tight enough she could almost feel the words etched inside on her throat. Tati's special girl. There was a metal ring that had been added near the buckle that would no doubt have a leash attached to it before the night was done.

Regardless of whether an answer came back a series of messages appeared on Madison's phone over the course of the drive. The first few were instructions

**Vic** *If I ask you a question you can answer with a pic then fucking do that. You might be my princess but I'm also going to use your body like a piece of fucking meat. Remember that baby girl.*

What followed was a series of questions, each requiring a slightly more humiliating photo in response.

**Vic** *How does the gift look?*

**Vic** *How did the burn heal?*

**Vic** *Which hole are you most eager for Tati to fuck tonight?*

Vic didn't respond to any of Madison's replies but a few minutes later he asked another question.

**Vic** *You miss me?....Rember. We only have one rule.*

In case Madison needed a reminder Vic sent her a selected clip from their first night together. A clip that not only highlighted her humiliating treatment but served as evidence that Vic had recorded the entire encounter that night.


The driver cracked down the privacy screen enough to say. "We'll be there in a few minutes Miss Bates."
 
After a few minutes, Madison's phone buzzed. "Limo is waiting. Help yourself to the bar, and there's a gift in the back. Put it on." Madison blinked, then leaned over to peer through the curtains. Sure enough, a black limo had pulled up along the curb while she had gotten dressed. She had to admit to herself that he had eerily impressive timing. Madison let the blinds fall back into place and stood, gathering her clutch and checking herself in her living room mirror one last time before walking out the front door.

On the street, Madison was greeted with a gentle chauffeur, who greeted her politely as he opened the door. Madison gave him a small nod, unsure of what else to say, and slipped inside the car.

The limo was gorgeous, unlike anything she had ever seen in person. Sure, there were pictures of glamor all over the media, and Hollywood did its best to capture the glory of the high life, but none of it quite captured the feelings that overwhelmed Madison now. She felt clean, powerful, desirable, valuable, all over again. She gazed around at the fancy little bar and the lights illuminating the leather seats. Then, her eyes landed on a small black box resting on the seat, further inside the limo. She scooted closer, then picked it up carefully. Madison examined the box. It was small, small enough to hold jewelry. A bracelet, or a necklace, probably. Madison popped off the lid with cautious hands, and inside she found a sleek, scaled choker. Her eyes widened as she recognized the material- the same that had been wrapped around her throat a week ago.

The muscles in her stomach and core tightened as this realization hit. She squirmed in her seat, running her thumbs along the scales, while this feeling washed over her- she refused to admit to herself that the feeling was just fear and arousal bound in one. When Madison felt that she had gotten herself under control again, she examined the necklace. It was beautiful, and would clearly be tight. She wondered if it would even fit. Inside the necklace, where it would rest just against her throat, were the words Tati's special girl, etched so that she could always feel it against her. There was also a metal ring along the front, that Madison slipped her finger through. Images of her, on hands and knees, following Vic around like a dog, flashed through her mind. She fought another wave of arousal while she slipped the choker on.

Madison's phone buzzed. She jumped, then picked it up to check her messages. There were already three from Vic, and Madison shrunk into herself at the thought that she may be disappointing him right now, with her delayed responses. She read them quickly.

"Yes, sir," she replied to the first message. To the second, she sent a selfie with her throat as the camera's focus. To the third, she began to type, "It's still sore, but doing," then she deleted it, and hiked up her dress instead. Madison shifted her legs apart, then snapped a picture of her thighs, focusing on the little pink circle that Vic had left for her. She sent it, and almost immediately another message came in. "Which hole are you most eager for Tati to fuck tonight?" Madison squirmed in her seat again. She let his message sink in for a moment... which hole? While she sat, she envisioned herself spread out before Vic in varying positions. Almost all of them included his dick buried in her, but she wasn't ready to admit her cravings so outwardly. So instead, Madison opened her mouth wide, snapped a picture, and sent it to Vic. Her tongue hung out in the picture, framed by a wide smile.

After Madison sent the last photo, her hand snuck between her legs. She wasn't rubbing, necessarily, but she certainly put pressure on the heat between her thighs. After a few more minutes of a smooth ride, her phone buzzed again. Madison cursed herself for not thinking to slip her phone between her thighs.

"You miss me? Remember, we only have one rule," the message read. And then, a video of Madison, whimpering on Vic's lap as he growled his instructions to her. She rose up, and then back down on his cock, slowly, slowly. The hand in Madison's lap started to move, making slow little circles with her fingers around her clit through her panties while she watched. Shame flushed her cheeks bright red, but it was just her, alone in this car. Just as she slipped her fingers under the fabric of her panties, the limo's privacy screen cracked. Madison jumped and squeaked with surprise.

"We'll be there in a few minutes Miss Bates," the driver said, then rolled the window back up. Madison huffed an embarrassed sigh and pulled her hand from her pussy and rested it across her stomach instead.
 
Atmospheric Beats: -- Gangsta -- Mount Everest -- You Want it Darker

When the limousine rolled up nothing looked out of place. At least not at first. The warehouse looked like most buildings in this part of town. Run down and just shy of being derelict. And yet there was almost something almost defiant about the way they stood there amidst decay and neglect.

Things took a turn that was just shy of funhouse mirror mad when the doors of the loading dock came into view. They were open and the interior was well lit. Scattered on the floor and slumped over several rails were dead bodies in various states of bloody. There were a handful of people standing among them talking and Vic was one of them. He was dressed in Armani or at least partially dressed because as the limo slowly rolled that way Vic was taking off his jacket.

He snapped his fingers and held out his hand. And almost instantly Joe Joe Dumas handed Vic his phone. A few seconds later Madison's phone buzzed.

**Vic** *You're my filthy whore baby girl but to everyone else, you're a Queen. Conduct yourself as such. Come give Tati a kiss and whisper something filthy in his ear.*

The limo rolled to a stop and as if a warehouse full of dead Columbians was just another day at the office the Driver got out, came to Madison's door, and opened it for her. "We're here Miss Bates." He offered a hand to help her out and as he did Madison could pick up bits and pieces of a conversation.

"No calls went out. Shipments here. Our guy downtown says we're in the clear. At least for a while." The man speaking was Laszlo. He was Roma like Vic and one of the only gangsters in the crew who was bigger and taller than him. Yet somehow he wasn't as physically imposing. Laszlo looked at Madison as she exited the Limo and nodded politely at her before looking back to Vic.

Vic didn't actually look at Madison as she approached, except maybe he did, just a little out of the corner of his shark-like eyes. He did however extend his arm out ready to embrace her as she came close. "We lose anybody?"

"That new kid. Ivan's cousin." Laszlo said and then paused so as not to interrupt Madison's arrival. The expression on his face and on most of the others could be mistaken for nothing other than respect. There was one. A stocky bulldog-looking thug he grinned a little and lowkey checked out Madison's legs as she walked.
 
Madison watched as the buildings that rolled past her window aged. Every few blocks, they seemed to go back in time by another decade- an old arcade here, then a craft shop there, and then an abandoned diner. Then, the buildings stopped, and they drove past flat, dry land. Madi closed her eyes, but moments later the car began to slow, so she opened them again. They were at an old warehouse, old and beginning to fall apart. There was rust along the roof and the sides of the walls, the door was slightly off its tracks, so that one would have to give it a good nudge before dragging it shut, and there were little bird nests scattered along the underside of the roof. It was almost peaceful.

Then, the limo pulled to a stop, where Madi had a clear view of inside the warehouse. And it was a bloodbath. The most violence Madi had been exposed to thus far was the fights at the high school. Blood was spilled, but everyone always turned out safe. The same goes for her parents. Blood was spilled, there was surely screaming, but in the end everyone walked away.

Here, this, Madi suddenly felt the choker on her neck constrict. Her breath caught in her throat, while her eyes jumped from bloody corpse to bloody corpse. She was sure these men were dead, not unconscious. Vic would not stand with such ease if any of them remained a threat. Madi was watching Vic, and JJ who obeyed him like a whipped puppy, when her phone buzzed. Of course. She jumped, despite expecting it. Madi scanned the message quickly, squirmed a little, then straightened her back. Soon, the driver had circled around to open the door, and extended his hand. Madison took it, thinking that's Queen-ly, isn't it?. Then, she realized that she could hear the men talking. Their voices bounced off the metal walls of the warehouse.

She listened quietly as she crossed from the limo, entered the warehouse, and approached Vic. She returned Laszlo's nod with a slight lift of her chin. Acknowledgement, but bold pride. Madi felt uncomfortable with how naturally this seemed to come to her, but it was too late to back down. She pressed herself against Vic, wrapped one arm around his back, and planted a kiss on his cheek. Then, she glanced at the men surrounding them. One had given her a longer glance than she liked, and Madi locked eyes with him. She gave him a nasty little grin, then put her lips just against Vic's ear and whispered, "Why don't you fuck me in front of your men tonight, or at least that ugly one, to remind them who owns me." Her free hand slid up Vic's chest to press against his slow-thumping heart, and she let out a shaky breath.
 
As Madi melded into him his hand moved to rest lewdly on her ass, giving her a firm pat as she kissed his cheek and whispered. Her words made him chuckle not in a humorous way but a rather sadistic one. His hand on her ass squeezed in such a way that it caused the back of her dress to rise up just a little higher, showing off her legs and emphasizing the bottom curve of her ass as the fabric clung to her form. He kissed his little girl's cheek and said in that rough whispering way. "You're fuckin beautiful little queen." He kissed her ear his words dark and cruel. "Tati's glad you're here."

Vic's cock was unreliable at best. It was rare that he could even get it up without extreme cruelty or violence. It was misery and depravity that got him there. But in that moment there with Madi, he was already getting hard. He gave her ass another squeeze, another pat that made it bounce provocatively. Most of the men found other places for their eyes to be but Ugly didn't and Vic took note. He turned Madi so her ass was presented to the men. He smacked it again. "Yeah? It's pretty good right boys?"

Nobody answered. Vic gave it another smack. She didn't have a thick ass but it was tight and round and he smacked her so hard it absolutely bounced. Ugly, chuckled, and pressed this tightly against Vic Madi could feel his cock getting hard. Vic leaned back tilted Madi's chin up and brushed his finger over his lips. Vic was evil by most definitions, cruel by all of them. Madi could see the look in his eyes the look that said. "It's time to learn a lesson but this time she knew it wasn't for her.

His shark-like eyes held her own captive. Vic's voice was almost always a whisper thanks to the long cut across his throat. But when he lowered his voice it was little more than husky breath. Nobody could hear except Madi. "I told you. My filthy little slut. Everyone else's Queen." He kissed her lips. It wasn't Love Vic wasn't capable of the emotion. It was obsession and Madi was the object of it. It was the safest and most dangerous place to be all at once. Vic kissed her lips his hand to tight on her jaw she could barely kiss back and when their lips parted his voice returned to normal, Vic might have even spoke up a little. "Help Tati give his coat and his shirt off, sweet girl."

He held his arms out some to let Madi undress him. His eyes moved to Ugly. He was as tall as Vic maybe even a little taller and he was built like a bulldog, thick rolls of muscle. His knuckles had scars and he was no stranger to violence. Vic smiled in a way that expressed all of his bad intentions. "There was something funny there? Yeah?"
 
A blush blossomed across Madison's nose and cheeks as Vic groped her in front of this handful of men. His words made her want to squirm. She held her composure, until Vic spun her around, bent her over, and smacked her ass. She reached for the hem of her dress, bunching a couple of inches up in her balled fists. Her teeth snapped shut, locking together like a Jigsaw trap. She asked for this, but to be so humiliated so soon- Madi thought back to that little bundle of weed that she had stolen a few weeks prior, and began to think that it was not worth it.

Vic spoke, quiet but firm. "Yeah? It's pretty good, right boys?" Silence boomed. Madi trembled, slightly. Vic slapped her ass again. This time, she felt it bounce beneath her barely-there dress. She heard a little laugh behind her, and didn't have to look to know where it came from. He would regret that. Vic's cock twitched against Madi's thigh. Then, with a softer touch, Vic stood Madi up straight, tilted her chin up, and brushed his finger over her lips. She parted them obediently. Her eyes watched his, and a new fear settled into her. No longer did Madi fear for her own safety, but for the safety of Big and Ugly. She tried to keep her eyes on Vic's, she knew that was what he wanted, but Madi couldn't help but to steal a pitying glance at the man soon to be beneath Vic's boot, metaphorically speaking- or literally. Madi would not put it past Vic to curb-stomp a man for scuffing his shoe.

Madi's eyes jumped back to Vic's, and he spoke. His words sent goosebumps dancing down Madison's arms. She felt an ache build in her gut, and pushed it down. Filthy little whore shouldn't make her pussy tighten with want. She watched his eyes, greeted his kiss with sweet, gentle lips, straining slightly against his grip. There was no affection in this kiss, but there was hunger. Hunger, beneath the confidence of a man who will get everything he ever desires and more.

Finally, Vic pulled away and spoke up again. Madi clung to every word. His voice, like tires cracking on broken concrete, held her to him. She was quick to obey, but took her time in undressing him. She slipped his coat from his shoulders, folded it in half, and hung it over one arm. Then, she stepped in front of him, eyes down as he addressed the man in the hot seat. Vic could easily look over Madi's head as he spoke. "There was something funny there? Yeah?" Madi kept her head ducked, picking at one button, then the next, with unkempt nails. She undid the last button, then slid her hands up his chest, over his shoulders, until the shirt slipped free and dropped into her grip. Madi stepped back from Vic, shifted to his side so as not to block him from communicating with his men, and plucked the jacket off her arm. This, she draped over her shoulder while she folded Vic's pressed shirt. When it was folded satisfactorily, Madi held the shirt in one hand, re-draped the jacket across one arm, then brought both hands to her chest to hold the shirt close to her. She was careful not to squeeze it, or ball it up in her fists, to avoid any wrinkles. Madi shifted her weight from one foot to another, and retrained her eyes on Vic.
 
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