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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
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Gangster - Part 1 (MF, v)
by Anonymous - 1991
*
"Thanks, Mr Lance, Th ... th ... th thanks," stammered the
terrified Don Wagner. He tentatively sat down on the
sumptuous leather couch in the living room of the penthouse
suite.
Paul Lance was the most powerful man in the city. He
had a very low profile, and most of the ordinary citizens
didn't even know his name. But he controlled most of the
drugs distribution in the state.
He was born Luigi Borowicki to a poor Polish couple
living in Wollongong and early in his teens decided that
intimidation and bullying was a better way to earn a living
than wielding a pick in the mines the way his poor stupid
father had done for forty years. And then when he'd died in
the mine collapse the company had paid his mother a lousy two
grand and kicked her out of their rented company house.
The sixteen year old Luigi was so mad he went round to
the mine owner's house to beat him up. Luigi had had a good
education into the tactics of fighting, and he was very
strong. But the mine owner was away in Sydney with his
wife. Instead, his eighteen year old daughter, Imogen was
there with her boyfriend, frolicking in the pool by
themselves.
Frustrated because the target of his rage wasn't there,
Luigi lashed out at the next best thing. He beat the
boyfriend to a pulp breaking both his legs and knocking out
five of his teeth, and tied him up. Next he stripped the
pretty Imogen naked, tearing her expensive designer clothes
off her shapely teenage body and fucked her senseless, in her
cunt, her virgin arsehole, and then pissed into her mouth,
making her swallow the whole lot.
"Tell your daddy this is what happens to mine owners who
couldn't give a stuff about the people who work their arses
off for him," he sneered as he wiped his cock clean with the
shattered girl's long glossy hair.
He walked out of the huge mansion and back to the tiny
house they were going to have to leave in a couple of days,
only to find his poor wretch of a mother breathing her last
breath as the last of her blood ebbed from the deep cuts in
her wrists into the bath.
Luigi felt rage in every bone in his body at being left
alone through no fault of his own. He felt the whole world
was against him, and something snapped in him. From that
moment on, he seemed bent on teaching the world a lesson -
that they couldn't mess with Luigi Borowicki and get away
with it.
He turned his back on his dead mother, walked out of the
house and apart from the funeral he never went back there
again.
He walked the streets for ages that night, wondering why
the world had dealt him such a cruel blow, until he finally
broke into a house on the outskirts of Wollongong. It was a
very well-to-do household and he drew his flick knife and
menaced the couple who lived there until they gave him money.
Again, he tied up the man and made him watch while Luigi
stripped his wife naked and made her masturbate for him with
an enormous candle that was on the mantlepiece.
Then, just inches from the helpless man, Luigi fucked
his wife in the arse, then in her cunt, pulling his cock out
of her and spraying his spunk over the pair of them. The
woman orgasmed as Luigi rammed a broomhandle up her arse and
a coke bottle up her cunt.
He laughed as the husband showed his outrage at his
wife's enjoying the raping, and he stopped at the front door
to piss on the carpet and up the walls.
After that, Luigi changed his name to Paul Lance, to
help eliminate the background of migrant working class
oppression and since so many people could identify him.
He went to Kings Cross and with brutal efficiency
quickly showed the underworld types there that he could be a
top class enforcer. In no time he was accepted to the
personal staff of the main drug distributor for NSW, as
bodyguard and persuader, a job he excelled at, because the
good looking twenty year old Paul Lance enjoyed beating
people senseless and brutally raping women.
Paul's harsh command of the seedier parts of Sydney,
punctuated with the occasional disappearance of any assocates
and friends who might represent a threat to his ambition
meant that within a couple of years he was running a string
of thirty prostitutes and operated four strip clubs as an
equal partner with the head of the Police Drug squad.
As a sideline business, he organised kidnappings of
girls and boys in Asia, sometimes even as young as 9 or 10
years old and sold them in Australia and in the USA as
playthings or gave them to the cops as bribes.
He ruled his growing empire with a rod of iron. No-one
was ever allowed to deviate an inch from his instructions,
and even minor transgressions were punished severely, often
with the life of the transgressor, extracted painfully and
slowly.
Once, a stripper and part time prostitute refused a
request of one of the Kings Cross policemen who was Paul's
employee. He had told her to lick his arse clean after he'd
had a shit and she had told him to go and get fucked. Paul
was affronted and said that disobedient behaviour wouldn't be
tolerated. He closed the strip club and brought in a
bikie gang who was part of his heroin distribution
network in the western suburbs and they stripped her naked,
held her down and raped her repeatedly for 24 hours. And
they weren't at all gentle about it. By the time they were
finished with her, she was at death's door. Paul laughed as
they threw her, battered and naked into the alley behind the
Police station where she died of a heroin overdose.
So this was the charming man who offered Don Wagner a
seat over looking the harbour with the beautiful white sails
gliding serenely over the shimmering water.
"I haven't seen you for a while, Don," Paul began after
they'd both been given a large scotch by a striking 14 year
old Thai girl in a maid's uniform. "I was sorry to hear that
you and your pretty wife Branda had separated." He clicked
his fingers and the girl went and stood quietly beside the
bar.
"Thank you Mr Lance, that's the way life goes sometimes.
She got the house and the girls but I'm getting by though."
"Good, good. And how are your three delightful daughters?"
"They're very well, thank you for asking, Mr Lance.
Kylie started high school last year and she's been selected
for the state gymnastic team, and the twins, Jodie and Amy
just started high school this year."
"Good heavens Don how they've grown. How old are they
now?" Paul snapped his fingers again and the Thai girl
walked over and stood beside him. Without taking his eyes
off Don Wagner, Paul put his hand up the girl's short skirt
and fingered her cunt, still oozing his spunk from the
rooting he'd given her an hour earlier.
... Paul put his hand up the girl's short skirt and
fingered her cunt, still oozing his spunk from the rooting
he'd given her an hour earlier.
"Do you like her?" Paul asked, "This is Ling Mai. I got
her a few years ago in Thailand and I've been lending her
out to some people I owe favours to. I think I'll keep her
here for a while now. She's very obliging and completely
obedient. I'll let you fuck her one day if you like."
Don thought the idea of sticking his cock up the pretty
Thai girl was about the most delicious thing he could
imagine. He hadn't had any sex at all since his wife kicked
him out. He'd even started fantasising about his own lovely
daughters lately. "That's very kind of you Mr Lance. I'd
like that. My Kylie's thirteen and the twins are twelve, Mr
Lance."
"For heaven's sake," Paul was all charm and light at
the moment, but Don Wagner was under no illusions about the
way the conversation was going to turn and he wished the man
would get on with it. "the next thing you know they'll be
getting married! Anyway, to get to business." Paul Lance's
face hardened. "Suppose you tell me what happened last
night, Donny baby?"
"Well you see, Mr Lance, I was ambushed. I didn't know
the cops would be there. I thought they were your cops ... "
"You lost a million dollars worth of heroin, Donny my friend,
my heroin that I paid a lot of money for."
"Yes, but it wasn't my fault! They were waiting and..."
"Shut the fuck up!!" Paul shouted. "You lost me a
million dollars and I've got commitments to satisfy. Go and
get a million dollars and bring it here by five o'clock
tonight." Paul's cock was swelling with the erotic feeling
of the young girl's slippery cunt gripping his fingers, so he
signalled to another girl, a pre-pubescent dark haired indian
girl of 12 he'd bought in a deal with some heroin a
year ago who wordlessly dropped to her knees in front of him,
pulled his cock out of his pants and popped it into her
practiced mouth and started sucking him off. "Mr Lance, I
couldn't find that sort of money by five o'clock! I need
time. I'd have to sell my house."
"I don't give a fuck what you have to do. I have to
meet my own commitments. Now you fuck off and get me my
money. Be back here at five o'clock sharp or I'll send my
boys to get you, and you know what that means, don't you."
Don Wagner was absolutely petrified now. He most
certainly did know what it would mean if he didn't arrive
there by five o'clock. He'd be cut up into little pieces -
slowly - and disposed of in a building site. He'd have a
lump of concrete for a grave. But if he did arrive on time
and didn't have the money he wouldn't have much better
prospects either. He was pale and quivering in fear as he rode
the lift down the building to the street. The last sight he
saw as the lift doors closed was Paul Lance lying the pretty
young asian girl on her back on the floor and prodding the
head of his cock between her smooth slick hairless cuntlips.
The indian girl was squatting by his head holding her
little black maid's skirt up and offering him her
cunt to lick.
Paul pressed a button under the table just to his right
and immediately a door opened off to the far end of the room.
He didn't pause at all in his fucking of the girl as a large
man dressed in a uniform entered.
"Robert, pick Don Wagner's daughters up from school this
afternoon and bring them here. Don't take no for an answer,
and you'd better take Warren with you just in case they are
reluctant. And they are not to be harmed or interfered with
in any way, is that clear?"
The chauffeur was disappointed at not being able to have
any fun with the girls, but he knew better than to say
anything.
"Yes Mr Lance. Is that all? "
"Bring the older one Kylie up here and put the others
in Frank's care in the basement until I want them. Now fuck
off," Paul said as he shot his spunk up the little Thai
girl's clinging slit.
+++++++++++
"Have you done exactly as I asked?" Paul asked his
chauffeur and persuader at ten to five that afternoon.
"The younger two are in the basement downstairs, Mr
Lance. Are you sure we can't have a little fun with them?"
"I said no, you fucking idiot. Now don't ask again.
Have you prepared them the way I told you?"
"Yes Mr Lance."
"Good. Now get out until I call you."
At five o'clock exactly the lift motor whirred and the
doors opened as Don Wagner walked into the room. He was
carrying a briefcase, but he had a very worried expression on
his face. Paul was pleased at that because he was looking
forward to what he had planned for this drug courier who had
been so stupid as to let the fucking cops get their hands
on some of his stuff.
"Good evening Don, my friend," the malevolent Paul
said, with a broad pleasant smile on his face. "Come in and
make yourself comfortable. Would you like a drink?"
Don knew the smile was only to try and unnerve him, he'd
seen this show of bonhommie many times before, frequently
just before the most horrific and brutal punishment was meted
out to some poor wretch. He also knew better than to turn
down any invitation of the evil Paul Lance, even one so
inoccuous as a drink. As Robert gave him his scotch, Paul
Lance continued.
"Did you manage to get the million you owe me, Donny boy?"
"Well, Mr Lance, I've got half a million here in this
bag, and I've had to mortgage my house again and the money
from that won't be ready until the morning. I can get the
rest for you in full by then. Is that OK Mr Lance?" Don
Wagner's voice quavered with the fear he felt in every bone
of his body. Mr Lance was not used to people failing to do
as they were told, even such tall orders as this.
"Well, Don, I am pleased you've seen the sense of things
and arranged the million dollars. It would be a sad thing
for me to have one of my most trusted lieutenants fail me.
I am glad you have acknowledged your responsibilities." Don
was immensely relieved at this and breathed a sigh of relief.
However his relief was short lived, as the crime boss
continued.
"However I am also disappointed that after all these
years together you have let me down on the aspect of
punctuality. You know as well as I do that being on time
exactly is a virtue that I insist on. I will spare your life
Wagner, because you have arranged to refund me the money you
so carelessly lost, but I am afraid I must discipline you
because you have failed to meet an important deadline."
"No, NO! I beg you Mr Lance, I couldn't get the money
any earlier, I'll have it here right after the banks open in
the morning, Please you must see the reason in that. A
million dollars is a lot of money to raise in a day!" "You
should have thought of that when you lost my consignment."
"Please, Mr Lance, I beg you to reconsider, Please!!
I'll give you anything I have, just don't punish me." Wagner
knew Paul Lance was enjoying his deputy's anguish, but he
didn't have any better ideas. "You snivelling little creep!"
Paul spat. "You would give me anything you have, just to
save your own skin from a hiding is that it?"
"Yes, yes, of course. Whatever you want, you name it."
"You make me sick, you spineless little prick. As it
happens I have some other matters to keep me and the boys
occupied this evening, so just this once, I'm prepared to
extend you the courtesy of an extension until ten past ten
tomorrow morning. And not a second later. Is that clear?"
"Oh yes, yes, yes, I understand, Mr Lance. I'll go to
the bank as soon as it opens tomorrow and I'll come straight
here. Thank you Mr Lance, thank you for understanding, you
won't regret it I promise you." "I accept your promise on
your life, Wagner. Now fuck off out of here. No wait, you
might like to meet my friends for this evening before you go,
would you like that?"
Frankly, Don Wagner just wanted to get out of there, but
he knew his boss wanted to show him the latest acquisition in
his stable of sexual playthings. He'd had his share of
Paul's girls himself from time to time, and knew that there
was no sexual diversion that Paul Lance wasn't able to
organise.
Paul Lance pressed a button under the coffee table and
the door at the end of the room opened. Robert entered
looking as menacing as ever.
"Robert, bring the first of our guests in please."
Robert disappeared and closed the door behind him. "Don I've
decided what I want from you, in return for your snivelling
little hide, as a fine for being late."
"Yes Mr Lance, wh .. wh... wh... what is it?" For an
answer, the door at the end of the room opened again and
Robert led Kylie Wagner into the room, still dressed
imaculately in her lightweight school uniform. She smiled
when she saw her father, then the smile faded as she realised
he wasn't all that happy to see her.
"No, Mr Lance, not Kylie, she's only 13 years old, she's my
daughter! No you can't!"
"Oh shut up for Christ's sake. You can have a crack at
her tomorrow when you bring the rest of the money. For
tonight, she'll stay here with me, just to make sure you
don't change your mind." "But I have changed my mind, Mr
Lance, don't do this, punish me instead. Oh Christ, what've
I done?"
"If you keep this childish performance up I might just
punish you as well. But a bargain's a bargain, and you
swapped your own comfort for your three daughters, and I
intend to hold you to it."
"You've got the twins as well!! Oh no, not that, no!"
Don Wagner, seeing the futility of begging for mercy wept and
made his exit, planning to get even with Lance for this
outrage. The irony was completely lost on him that he was
happy to indulge in all sorts of sex with other girls taken
or bought from their parents as sex slaves in the past, but
now it was his own daughters who were to learn about
the lustful ways of the powerful Mr Paul Lance!
The troubled drug courier wept uncontrollably as he
stood in the lift, imagining his three pretty daughters with
the nasty Paul Lance's cock spearing their cute smooth slits.
By the time he reached the car he knew what he was going to
do ...
+++++++++++
"Ah, Kylie, looking pretty as ever. Come over here and
stand in front of me where I can get a look at you." The
sleazy vice boss was oozing his famous charm once more - his
threatening manner put back into its box until needed later.
Kylie's gingham shift dress pressed against her slender
girl's body as she walked across the huge living room
towards him. "You know that uniform is most becoming.
You are starting to develop into a woman aren't you."
Kylie, not yet realising the peril she was in, was
pleased at his compliment. She smiled and thanked him.
"Kylie dear, I think your legs are particularly nice.
It's a pity your dress covers up so much of them. Lift it up
a bit for me so I can see them." Kylie, standing three feet
from Paul gripped the waist of her dress and lifted it,
raising the hem up her thighs a couple of inches.
"No, more than that, I want to see all of your pretty
legs my dear." His eyes were fixed on her hem as she lifted
it further, exposing the firm white flesh of her upper thighs
to him. He followed it up her legs until she stopped just
short of her crotch.
"No, no, that won't do girl, I want to see your legs!
Now lift your dress up to your waist and stop messing about!"
Kylie was so shocked at the way he spoke so suddenly, she
didn't know what to do. Luckily for her, logic prevailed and
she didn't try to protest. She lifted her hands up under her
tiny budding breasts, and her dress exposed her w
hite panties to her father's boss. They had ridden up
into her young hairless crack a little, so the outline was
plainly visible, a sight which fuelled Paul's lust. He could
also see a little spot of yellow in the crotch where a drop
of piss had stained them.
He reached out and gently ran his hands up the outside
of her legs from her knees to the legbands of her cotton
school panties. Then he ran them down the front, then back
up the inside of her smooth young thighs. He reached the
point where her thighs touched, barring his progress towards
her virginal slit, and he pressed outwards, silently commanding
her to spread her feet apart.
"Mr Lance, I don't think ... :"
"It's all right Kylie, your father said I could examine
you and teach you some of the important lessons of being a
woman. You do want to be a woman don't you?" "Yes, Mr Lance,
but ... "
"Well then, don't argue, what your father says is
important. He knows you're here, so he must want this to
happen, don't you think?" Kylie nodded and relaxed a little,
although she was still very apprehensive. He stroked her
belly, feeling the way the cotton fabric clung close to her
abdomen, then ran his hands around to her bottom. The panties
had ridden up into her arsecrack a little too, and
touched her there gently.
Then he put a hand right between her legs and felt her
slit through the cotton gussett of her panties. She was
panting a little, betraying the beginnings of her arousal.
"Has anyone ever touched you here before, Kylie? Now be
truthful, and you won't get into any trouble, I'm just trying
to find out what you know already."
"Well, a few times Mr Lance. Once, last christmas
holidays when we were camping on the north coast. I was
swimming in the river alone and these boys grabbed me and
pulled my bikini off. They showed me their things and held
me while they touched me. But nothing else happened, I
promise. And a few times the boys from school have grabbed
me in the alley on the way home from school and put their hands
up my dress and touched me. Once they even made me hold
their things."
"That's OK Kylie, believe it or not, most girls learn
about life like that. It wasn't a very pleasant experience,
was it?"
"No, it made me all wet and slippery down there."
"But, that's good, it means you're a normal girl. But I
mean to teach you how to enjoy that experience, and how it
can be a lot of fun. Would you like that?" He was stroking
her cunt outside her white panties quite firmly now, and
rubbing her arse with his other hand. She was showing some
signs of arousal and Paul knew she was going to oblige him,
at least until it was too late to back out.
"I think the first thing we ought to do is get rid of
the school uniform, don't you think? Lift your dress over
your head and take it off." She stood in front of him
dressed in just her panties and shoes and socks now. Paul
was getting very excited and his cock threatened to burst out
of his pants. He reached for the waistband of her panties
and pulled them slowly down.
He gasped as her little split came into view. He had
seen plenty of cunts in his time, but it never failed to
excite him to see a new one for the first time, especially
that of a 13 year old pre-pubescent virgin like Kylie.
She stepped out of the crumpled white garment as it
landed on the floor, and Paul decided he'd leave her shoes
and socks on her. He preferred her that way. He asked her
to move around the room for him, first walking, then running,
then skipping, and he watched the way her arsecheeks moved
and the tiny buds of her tits jiggled just enough.
"Your dad tells me you're a gymnast, Kylie, and rather
good at that, is that true?" "I'm on the state team," she
replied proudly. She felt confident now, and wasn't trying
to cover her nakedness.
Continued in part 2...