Don's Captive Polish Pet

A mafia boss named Don Massimo Tortellini kidnaps a young petite polish woman he is obsessed with, named Laura. He locks her in his mansion and fucks her

Don Massimo Tortellini never asked for permission. He never waited for invitations. When he wanted something, he took it. He took Laura from her apartment, small and tidy, tucked away in the grimy heart of the city. She was petite, her hair a shade of blonde that reminded him of the first light of dawn. She screamed and kicked, but his men subdued her, their rough hands gripping her arms and legs. Now, she was in his mansion, a sprawling fortress of cold stone and dark wood. Her wrists were bound above her head, the rope tied to an iron ring set into the ceiling. She was naked, her pale skin glowing in the dim light of his bedroom. Her breath hitched as he entered, her eyes wide with fear and something else—anger, maybe. Good. He stood before her, his suit crisp, his eyes hungry. He traced a finger down her cheek, over her neck, and between her breasts. She flinched at his touch, but he couldn't be bothered with her discomfort. He wanted her, and he was going to have her. He reached between her legs, his fingers finding her wet. She gasped, her body betraying her despite her fear. He smirked, pressing a finger inside her. She moaned, her head falling back. He added another finger, pumping them in and out, feeling her tighten around him. He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "You're so tight, cara mia," he murmured. "I can't wait to feel you around my cock."

The sudden thrust of his fingers deepened her moan. He curled them, hitting a spot inside her that made her jerk against her bonds. His other hand gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. "You like that, don't you?" His voice was a low growl. He watched her intently, saw the flush spreading across her chest, the way her nipples hardened. He leaned down, taking one into his mouth, sucking hard. She cried out, her body arching towards him. He bit down gently, then soothed the sting with his tongue. His hand between her legs moved faster, his fingers spreading her wide. He added a third finger, stretching her, preparing her. She panted, her hips moving in time with his hand. He could feel her getting closer, her body tensing. He pulled back, his fingers leaving her empty. She whimpered, her eyes pleading. He smirked, unbuttoning his shirt, then his pants. Laura's gaze zeroed in on his cock, thick and hard, standing at attention. He stroked it, his eyes never leaving hers. "You want this, don't you?" He stepped closer, pressing the head against her entrance. "You want me to fill you up, to make you scream." He grabbed his cock, rubbing the head against her clit, coating himself in her wetness. She groaned, her body writhing. He teased her, denying her the penetration she craved. He watched her struggle, her body betraying her desire. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. "Beg for it," he demanded. "Beg for my cock." She hesitated, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He waited, his hand gripping her hip tightly. He didn't move, didn't give her any more pleasure. He was a statue, unmoving. He barely breathed as anticipation roared in his ears. He tapped his fingers on his thigh. Then, his patience wore out. Even the mob boss had a limit. He grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him. "Beg. For. It"

He roared, his patience snapping like a dry twig. His hand moved from her jaw, wrapping around her throat. He squeezed, not enough to harm, but enough to make his point. "I won't ask again," he growled. His cock pulsed against her, a thick, insistent promise. He released her throat, his hand moving to her hip, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Beg," he demanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He leaned in, his lips almost touching hers. "Beg for my cock, Laura. Tell me you want it. Tell me you need it." Laura's chest heaved, her breasts pressing against him. Her eyes flashed with defiance, but her body betrayed her. She was wet, her body ready and eager. He could feel her heat, her desire. He pressed against her, his cock sliding through her folds, teasing her entrance. He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "Say it," he commanded. "Say you want my cock inside you." She hesitated, her body tensing. He could see the struggle in her eyes, the war between her pride and her desire. He waited, his body throbbing with need. He was a man on the edge, his control hanging by a thread. He needed her to give in, to submit. He needed her to beg. He slid a hand down his chest, gripping his cock firmly. He ran the head of it up and down her wet folds. She quivered, her breath hitching. He rubbed a circle around her clit with the tip. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. He could see the blush spreading across her chest, the way her nipples hardened even more. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. "Louder," he demanded. "I want to hear you beg." She took a deep breath, her eyes locked on his. "Please," she said, her voice stronger this time. "Please, fuck me. I want your cock inside me." He smirked, satisfied. He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, teasing her. "Good girl," he murmured. "Now, you're going to get it." He thrust into her, hard and deep, filling her completely. She cried out, her body arching towards him. He gripped her hips, holding her in place as he began to move, his thrusts hard and punishing. He watched her, saw the pleasure mixed with pain in her eyes. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. "You feel so good, cara mia," he murmured. "So tight, so wet." He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming faster, harder. He could feel her getting closer, her body tensing around him. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts. "Come for me," he demanded. "Come on my cock."

His body tensed, his muscles coiling like a spring as he pounded into her. She matched his rhythm, her hips meeting his thrusts with equal force. Her nails dug into his back, leaving red marks on his skin. He grit his teeth, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He was close, his body coiled tight, ready to snap. He pulled out abruptly, his cock slipping from her heat. She whimpered, her body trembling with need. He gripped his shaft, stroking it firmly. "Look at me," he commanded. Her eyes met his, wide and confused. He stepped closer, his cock pulsing in his hand. "Open your mouth," he growled. She hesitated, then complied, her lips parting slightly. He leaned in, his cock pressing against her lips. She opened wider, taking him in. He hissed, his body shuddering as her mouth enveloped him. He grabbed her hair, holding her in place as he fucked her mouth, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. He could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva. He stroked himself, his hand moving faster. He groaned, his body shuddering as he came, his hot stream arcing out and landing on her face. He watched, his breath ragged, as the liquid dripped down her cheeks, her chin. She gasped, her body convulsing. Her skin began to shimmer, scales forming rapidly, spreading across her body. Her legs fused together, a powerful tail emerging. She screamed, her voice echoing as her body transformed. He watched, his eyes wide with shock and awe, as she became a mermaid, her tail flicking behind her. Her eyes glowed with a new, otherworldly light, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. She thrashed, her tail slapping against the floor, her body twisting and turning as she adapted to her new form. She looked up, her eyes locking with his, a mix of fear and anger burning in them. She opened her mouth, a guttural sound echoing from her throat.

He stared at her, the reality of what he'd done sinking in. She was no longer the woman he'd held in his arms, but a creature of the sea, wild and untamable. Her tail lashed out, narrowly missing him. He could see the fury in her eyes, the betrayal. He acted swiftly, grabbing her and heaving her over his shoulder. She struggled, her fists pounding against his back, but he held firm. He moved towards the cliff edge, the wind whipping around them. He could feel her heart pounding, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "You belong in the sea," he growled, his voice harsh and unyielding. "This is where you're meant to be." She screamed, her voice echoing off the cliffs as he threw her off the edge. He watched as she fell, her tail flicking wildly. She hit the water with a splash, disappearing beneath the waves. He stood there, his heart pounding, his body aching with a mix of satisfaction and regret. Beneath the surface, she kicked her tail, propelling herself deeper into the ocean. She surfaced, her eyes wild as she looked up at the cliff, at the man who had done this to her. She screamed, a sound filled with rage and pain, before diving back down, disappearing into the depths. She swam fast, her tail cutting through the water with powerful strokes. She needed to put distance between herself and the shore, between herself and him. She needed to find a place to hide, to lick her wounds, to figure out what the hell had just happened to her.