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Thinking outside of the box [DOM+AutumDreaming]

It didn't take much effort to roll her over, the energy drained from the seventeen-year-old. She fell onto her stomach, grunting as the sore muscles drove into the hard floor. She felt his hands tearing at her clothes, sliding the thick-waited material down over her pert rear. He held her down, though she didn't show any signs of resistance. She wanted to fight him, but she was too weak to care. Bella thought to beg him to kill her, to end her life, but she had to live. She, her life, was the price to be paid for the blood of her family. Her beating heart kept them alive and her martyrdom was for their sakes.

He spoke about her lack of undergarments, though he was wrong. He must have simply tugged them down with the pants, but she knew they had been on her body. Her hands reached back for her torn pants, trying to pull them back up her body. "No, don't." She whispered, trying to wiggle her weight out from under him. She felt his knee pry open her tightly clenched thighs, working his weight to settle down over her. He degraded her morals, ripping her dreams away from her. Where was the stern but gentle man who had given her a flicker of hope at her house?

She felt his tip pressing between her folds, preparing itself to break the thin skin that resided there. "Don't! DON'T!" She begged, her voice regaining some volume. "Don't do this, don't do this, don't do this!"
 
Damien ignored her cries and pushed himself into her hymen, feeling it strain and tear as he forced his thick cock inside of her. "Hold the cunt's arms for me, wouldya, Carl?" The older, fat man scrambled to comply and together the held the young girl flat on the cement ground of the restaurant office. Bella's tension made her virginal passage almost impossibly tight and Damien grunted as he shoved himself inside of her. His cock swelled as he saw her face twist in pain. "Oh FUCKIN-" Damien gasped as he let himself rest inside of her.

"Your fuckin' ass is mine, you cunt, as long as you want your family alive. You want them alive you'd better be ready to be doing" as he spoke Damien began to thrust in and out of the young, frightened girl "a whole lot of this...otherwise, I go back and ice your dad..." Damien's cock grew thick as he simultaeneously thought of killing her family and felt her tender, soft womanhood squeeze his cock...
 
Her pleas were useless as she felt the force of him enter into her, penetrating her innocence. The thin representation of that was broken, ripped and trickling streams of red down onto the floor. She screamed, the shriek so loud she was certain it could be heard outside the office. The shrill of it assaulted her own ears, causing a ringing in them. Yet, she could not quieten her voice or cease the violent bellowing. Though she didn't want the older man to touch her, in a way she was grateful for him partially immobilizing her as flailing would only cause her body more damage. Her head turned, cheek digging into the cement. Salty tears flooded down them, gathering in a pool below her mouth. It was only when he ceased, stopping for a moment to rest that a hush fell over the girl.

Her body was searing as if on fire, a burning filling her. She tried to remain quiet, to listen to his words as motivation for doing so. "I will, I will. Please, leave my family out of it." He resumed his thrusting, the girl falling motionless for her own sake. "I want them to live."
 
Even in the underworld -hell, maybe especially in the underworld, a man lives and dies by his reputation -so Damien held himself back. "Better be a good little whore then, hadn't you?" He kept his dark thoughts to himself after that and simply thrust hard into her, smashing her hips against the hard floor of the office until finally his hips began to buck with a life of their own, griding against her, attempting to push his cock -his seed- closer to her womb. Finally he began to shake and, reaching a hand up, grabbed a thick handful of dark hair and pushed all of his weight down on her and laid the side of his head against hers, growling as he shot thick wads of cum inside of her.

Panting, he rolled off of her and then before she could react he drew his hand back and punched her in the side of the ribs "DON'T you fuckin ever mouth off again -right, bitch?" he snarled and then laid back on the floor, waiting for his head to clear from the post-orgasmic rush.

Slowly his head cleared and the pulled his clothes together, putting them on. "Bella. Up" he said simply. He waited, surprisingly patient, for her to gather herself together until finally he was walking with her through the restuarant; his arm around her waist, the patrons who noticed them unaware this was mostly to hold her up. He didn't so much throw her in the passenger seat as much as he simply guided her as she collapsed.

It was a quiet ride to the studio apartment he was using as a safehouse. "I got boys there, there, there, there, there and there." he said, indicating the apartments around hers "No one's gonna get to you" not enemies, but not police nor family he didn't bother to add as he pulled out the key to unlock the apartment "and as long as I can find you here -no one's gonna get to your family, neither." He guided her inside the small-one bedroom apartment. It was well furnished, stocked with it's own bar and entertainment system, lavishly furnished with a plate-glass door leading out to a balcony. Still, it was a step down for her, but that wasn't Diamano's concern; as a whore this was better than she deserved, to his way of thinking.

"You rest here, I'm going to be back for you tomorrow night." he said, turned on his heels and left.
 
The older man's hands pinning down her arms was hardly necessary now, the young woman only moving when Damien's wild thrusting slid her body across the floor. The fabric of her hooded sweatshirt began to bunch around her navel, the lower part of her stomach smearing across the concrete and creating a burn to her skin that was agonizing. Still, what was a little rash in comparison to what was happening to her now? The bones of her hips felt like they would shatter at any moment, surely forming bruises immediately. She felt his fingers dive into her hair, grasping it as the weight of him shifted down. A flood of warmth shot through her, mingling with the apparent red river of damage caused by him. Just as she thought she could find relief from his body rolling off hers, he drew back and threw his fist against her ribs. She gasped for air, struggling to pull it into her lungs.

He ordered her to get up, the girl slowly rolling over to do so. There was not an inch of her that didn't ache, the pain running deep. Groans disturbed the immediate air as Bella pulled herself to unstable legs. She reached for her clothing, noticing the stains on the bottoms as she tugged them back into place. As he led her through the restaurant, she kept her eyes away from anyone, looking straight ahead. Her clothes were dirty, her hair disheveled, and black streaks stained her cheeks- all signs of non-consensual activity. She didn't want them to know what had happened to her, though it would have been anyone's guess. As much as she didn't want to, she leaned on him for support until she finally collapsed against the seat in the car.

During the course of the ride, Bella had nothing to say to him. Her eyes were barely open, her body heavy from exhaustion. She cared little if anyone was going to "get" to her, but her ears did perk at the promise of safety for her family so long as she managed to abide by the rules. Of course she would, why would she run away when their lives depended upon it. Walking into the apartment, she barely noticed the pleasing decor of it all, though it would have seemed like a man's place. Which, she supposed, it was. It seemed she would be alone, though, for which she was sorely grateful.

She barely made the motion to lock the door behind him before she was stumbling toward the bed. Tears should have consumed her, but they evaded due to the intense need to sleep. Curling up on her side, she closed her eyes and succumb to her most basic need.

Only a few short hours passed when Bella woke. She rolled to her side, grunting as her stiffened body stretched out of the position she had been in. Pulling herself to her feet, she shed her clothes, all of them, and threw them into the garbage pail. Gripping the wall for support, she made her way into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Hair was washed clean before she grabbed a washcloth to scrub away the filth from her body. Thorough scraping of her skin could not rid her of the unclean feeling, though it only succeeded in making her body red and irritated. Upon seeing the marks on her thighs, she slid down into the bottom of the tub. The water continued to fall upon her, but she hardly noticed. Eyes fixated on a blank point in the wall, idly staring like a mindless zombie.
 
Damien made his report to the Don who seemed both pleased and amused. "This one has a fire to her" he explained "Of course, we could never trust her -but I think I might be able to get some use out of her beyond being just a pie" he stopped seeing the disapproving scowl regarding his language "beyond just an affair. I think I can train her, maybe. Anyway, this should make her more co-operative." The Don thought about it and gave his approval before dismissing him.

Damien drove directly to the building and went up to her apartment, opening the lock with his key. He was dressed in a dark suit with black shoes, a blue tie and a white shirt. He closed the door behind him and looked around before noticing the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. He looked down and saw her huddled and red in the shower. "Bath-time's over, get your fuckin' ass up -UP!" he yelled, grabbing her hair and forcing her to her feet before punching her twice in the ribs. He pushed her against the corner of the shower and turned off the water.

"...the fuck's wrong with you...?" he muttered as he grabbed a towel and then threw it at her. "Dry yourself fucking off" he said puling a pair of scissors out from a drawer by the bathroom sink. Closing the drawer with his knee he nodded "Sit your ass down on the fucking toilet."he ordered.
 
So lost into the distance of her thoughts, she didn't even hear him come inside the small apartment. It was only when he screamed at her did her puffy eyes notice his presence. Though her body ached immensely, she was trying to scramble to her feet before his hands grasped her hair and pulled her up roughly. Closed fist collided with her ribs, the bones already brittle and fragile from the night before. Drawing in breath hurt, and she doubted little that her ribs were broken or, at the very least, cracked and fractured. She stood in the corner of the shower, shivering from fear and the cold. She was terrified of him, scared of how easily he could kill her with his hands alone.

She offered no words as she caught the towel. Running it through her hair and over her body, she dried herself off while he grabbed a pair of small scissors. Draping the cloth over her body, she climbed out of the shower before lowering the lid on the toilet and sitting down- very gently- on it. Her long locks fell into her eyes, damp waves cascading over her shoulders and onto the fabric of the towel.
 
He reached out and grabbed her chin and pulled her up. He let her see the scissors in his hand, and while he had a remorseful side, he also immensely enjoyed the look of fear in people's eyes -including hers. "You're coming with me on a job, but I need you in disguise since you're coming with us."

"Now, I ain't no barber" he reached forward and grabbed a long lock of Bella's dark curls and clipped it roughly. "So you move while I'm cutting, you might just get a nick" He grabbed another lock, looking into her eyes "or lose an ear" He stepped slightly to the side and grabbed another lock of her hair "or maybe an eye. So maybe -maybe you should sit absolutely still." Damien had, actually cut hair in his younger days as part of a job he'd had to work. He was no stylist, but he was able to evenly cut off most of Bella's curls, leaving her with the top of her with a short hair cut, longer and curly at the top, and about an inch on the back and sides -giving her the appearence of a boy her age.

"Now, we got clothes in the dressers for you, and sports bras to keep people from noticing those" Damien roughly and suddenly grabbed a breast and fondled it. "Wash the hair off you and get dressed. I'm going to check in with the guy going with us." he said and stood back, looking her over. "I'll be back in half an hour -and you'll be ready to go, too." he turned to walk out of the bathroom and then stopped "Oh, if anyone asks -your name is Tony" he smiled. "Tonight's gonna be a special night for ya..." he said and then left the apartment.
 
Bella knew immediately after he spoke the words disguise and job what was about to happen to her. Her long hair was about to be clipped away, the man continuing to strip her of her identity. She hated it, wanted to lash out and scream at him, but she could say nothing. After all, any outburst may cause one of her family members to meet an untimely end. She only blinked her eyes once, deterring any tears from coming into view. He had seen her cry enough; he did not need to see her show weakness anymore.

She held perfectly still as he asked, giving him no reason to slip the blade across her face or neck. It wasn't particularly sharp, but it could do enough damage to harm her. Snip after snip, strands of her hair fell over her bare knees and legs, slipping down to gather at her feet. The pile was growing, the dark locks a direct contrast to her fair skin. When he was finished, more than a total amount of a foot was lobbed off from her head. She reached up, running her fingers through the short crop. Her head felt wrong and bare, light and airy.

When he left, she stooped down to sweep up her hair into her hands. Standing, she threw away her prized tresses in the same waste basket with her torn and stained clothes. She stepped in the shower again, washing away the excess of mahogany from her body. When she was dried, she went to the drawers and donned the clothes he wanted her to wear, not the feminine items she had brought with her. The bra caused her breasts to mold against her chest, hardly visible. Meanwhile, the jeans she pulled on were slouchy and boy-cut while the t-shirt was large and baggy.

Tony, he was calling her Tony. Gone was Bella or even Isabella, her true identity. Walking to the mirror in her new attire, she hardly recognized her own face. Instead of a young and beautiful woman, she had been replaced by a shy and frightened boy.
 
Damien returned roughly an hour later, escorted by two burly men. "Guys, this is my cousin Tony." He said blitely as they walked into the apartment. "He's from Seattle, and my family wanted him to take a break from sippin lattes and fishin or whatever they do there an learn how we do things out here." Damien shot Bella a surriptitious look to warn her against disagreeing with him. Damien casually gestured towards the larger man and then the door "Dino, would you get that?" The larger man, who had been sneakily looking 'Tony' over, quietly nodded, walked over and locked the door and then returned.

"So, here's the problem, some douchebag has been holding back on the profits he's making off of our coke. This is my personal coke, meaning the shit comes out of my pocket." He looked around to the two men "Ron, Dino -you know neither of you would put up with that shit -hell, even Tony over there would probably scratch his eyes out or somethin" The two men chuckled but said nothing. "So, he's taken from me, so I figure we go up there and make an example of him."

Damien turned to Bella and nodded "..'cos that's what we do, we try to reason, when that works we show what happens to unreasonable people." Damien grinned "I don't expect you to understand, but these guys do, right?" the two murmured their assent. "Don't worry though, after tonight -you will. See -it's time you lost your cherry, and joined the family business..." He grinned at her with a steely look to his eyes.
 
Bella had lingered in front of the mirror, leaning in to study the traces of effeminate features still remaining on her form. Even while heavily disguised, her face still held a feminine beauty with her prominent dark brown eyes and thick lashes. Her rose-colored lips were full and pouting, something he could not take away from her no matter how much he tried. She was still a woman, even if he masked it.

When she heard the door jingle, she scrambled toward a chair, nearly turning over a sculpture in the way. Upon dropping into the seat, she found herself in an upright position, sitting perfectly poised like a girl. Remembering the person she was trying to portray, she slouched down just as Damien and his two men walked into the apartment. As he introduced her as Tony, she didn't make a motion to move. Not a nod, a wave, or even a smile as she feared she'd give herself away. After all, her family depended on her being his cousin from Seattle.

When the gaze of warning came, she shuddered. Learn how to do things like them? This was going to be some kind of initiation, Bella could feel it. Who knew what Damien would force her to do, which may be worse than what he had already done to her. He continued to give the details of the one who had wronged him, turning to her with a malicious glint in his eye. The family business. She was right, he was going to force her to do something deadly.
 
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