AlexUSA wrote: ↑6 years ago
In the late 1940s on the western side of Long Island, Delia Prudenza seemed like an ordinary 20-year old girl. She had beautiful straight brown hair and a springy gait that exuded with ebullient flair. She was also a virgin and considered the most eligible bachelorette around. Her father, Bruno Prudenza, was also a crime boss who had crossed a rival boss, the Irish Calvin McFadden. Delia was, however, secretly in love with one of McFadden's henchmen, a young French immigrant, desperate for money, named Hector Gregoire. The young lass would find herself as the object of a nightmare. Would love save the day? Find out in what follows...
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"You'll pay, Prudenza!"
"For the last time, I said I didn't do it! Someone else did!"
"You can lie all you wish!"
"Believe what you wish, but I am truly sorry this happened. I will punish whoever did this."
"Kill yourself then."
"Get out until you can be civil!"
"Oh, poppycock! You'll pay, child for child!"
The words stung in Bruno Prudenza's ears. He had only one child, his daughter Delia. Delia was everything he wanted: smart, beautiful, and devoted to the church. She was so reminiscent of her late grandmothers.
Delia was a college chemistry student who, while living at home, now saw little of her father due to her studies consuming her time. She could always be found in a long skirt, a blouse, and her hair flowing in the wind. A sun hat typically protected her from the heat of day.
Hector Gregoire was her secret acquaintance. She was slightly aware of his criminal connections, but clueless of his affiliation with McFadden. She found his stereotypical moustache to be charming, especially when combined with the suits and derby hats he wore. His life was full of secrets that she always tried to pry out of him.
In fact, she had heard the commotion between her father and McFadden, though not the actual words. She was leaving for class and saw Hector outside. She kissed him, but he was grim-faced.
"What bothers you?"
"You."
"Me?!"
"McFadden thinks your Dad killed his son, and he's coming for you. Please, hide yourself!"
"You work for McFadden?!"
"Please, dear. HIDE!"
The rest of the day, McFadden and Gregoire fought over his intentions, but Gregoire stepped down. There was no stopping his boss. Delia, on the other hand, was terrified and took careful precautions everywhere she went. Her friends were concerned, but she couldn't admit her dad was a gangster. Police intervention would make things worse.
It was 4 o'clock when her life was turned upside down. She was walking past a row of high bushes when strong arms pulled her in. One arm grabbed her, and the other pushed a cloth against her nose. She knew the smell of ether. She kicked against it as she felt herself losing consciousness.
She opened her eyes to find herself on her stomach on a wood floor. She was totally tied up, she found. Her ankles, knees, thighs, elbows, and wrists were bound. Her blouse was gone, but not her skirt. A strange assemblage of rope made her bosoms poke out while squeezing them. An enormous amount of cloth filled her mouth, and a handkerchief held it in.
"She's awake!" Goon 1 (G1), a burly man with a beard, said.
"Good!" replied G2, who was shorter but shifter. He wore shades indoors.
"Hmmmm!"
"Don't worry. We'll have fun for a while, and tomorrow night we'll bring you out for a permanent vacation on The Sound!"
"HMMM!" Delia screamed in absolute terror.
"Now then," G1 grabbed a paddle and pulled up her skirt, "Spank the bad little girl!"
"Mmmmm!" she cried as she was paddled.
The paddling seemed to last hours until her butt was raw. Tears poured down her cheeks, but this seemed to make them angrier. One of the grabbed a blue bandana and blindfolded her with in spite of her wailings.
"She *was* a virgin!" laughed G2.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"
Over the next hour, she endured what could only be described as gangbanging. The pain that seared through her was unimaginable. When this was done, the blindfold came off. A rope went around her ankles, and she was hung upside down.
She dangled for an eternity. During this time, blood rushed to her fsce and this combined with the brutal gag caused her face to turn bluish. She struggled and cried whilst they took turns fondling and molesting her or spanking her. They yanked her hair often as well.
After this, the put her on the floor, hogtied her, and watched her struggle an hour. Then came their next thing.
"Ever hear of the Italian rope trick? Quite appropriate!"
"NNNNN!" she knew what that was.
To Delia's horror, the rope that had hung her went around her neck and tightly around her ankles.
"You'll slowly strangle into unconsciousness."
"UK!" she struggled against her choke rope.
"Rest in peace. We'll keep you unconscious so that you won't know when we drown you."
"HRK!" Delia's turned blue.
"DIE BASTARDS!" cried Hector as he came in firing a machine gun!
"Agh!" the goons cried as their lives ended.
"Delia!" he cut the rope and removed her gag.
"Ugh! Hector!" she gasped after spitting out the sock.
"Delia!" he kissed her passionately.
"Get me out of this!" she said, getting her breath, referring to her bonds.
"Ettore, you did well!"
"Grazie, Signor Prudenza!"
"Ettore!?"
"Yes, my daughter. He is Ettore Gregorio. I am so glad to find you. We were so worried," he kissed her, "I am quitting the crime life!"
"Oh, Daddy... they ruined me!" Delia sobbed.
"Delia, you're safe now. Ettore has been a spy for me all along. Let's go and make you better."
"I loved him before. Father?"
"Yes, if he wishes to."
"I'll take you and your family far from here. It's time for a new life for all of us."
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Love saved Delia Prudenza's life. It can change, upset, rescue... Transform lives. She may have had her life, but only Ettore Gregorio and Bruno Prudenza could patch her wounds. The pains we find in the turns of life can either collapse us... or build us up. This is...
THE BONDAGE ZONE!