Donna Gionese was a privileged girl; the only child of Mario Gionese, a powerful crime lord whose business acumen had amassed a sizeable fortune. Looking as stunning as a fashion model with long, fawn hair coupled with piercing doe-like gray eyes, Donna had rarely given a thought about her father's business which employed heavy handed tactics and brutality to get his way.
Twenty four years old and educated at the best schools, Donna lived the kind of life the any daughter of a rich father would live. The finest things were available to her, but this life of wealth and luxury could ultimately not shield her from the violence of her father's chosen profession.
It was a dark day for both Donna and her father when a rogue cop spotted Mario coming out of a theatre and opened fire on his limo. Meant for the crime boss, the cop's bullet instead found Donna's mother and she was pronounced dead at the scene. For weeks after the luxurious Gionese estate become a dark and brooding palace of grief where Donna had withdrawn into a world of darkness seeking comfort in a shrine she built to her dead mother where burning candles and her tears mixed almost hourly. Slowly Donna's once warm and laughing persona changed to a resolute coldness as one thing dominated her mind. She needed revenge against the man who'd torn her fragile world apart.
Unbeknownst to Donna, Mario was rallying his Mafia family to take his own revenge. As Donna suffered in the burning crucible of grief, her father's men scoured the area for the cop that had taken his wife's life, but so far their efforts had been in vain. Mario assumed the cop had fled the city and was living elsewhere under an assumed name.
It wasn't until a rainy Saturday night when Mario got a phone call from one of his thugs when the wheels began to turn. Quickly he headed to a small house on the outskirts of the city when his men had secured a serious lead. When he arrived, the crime boss assessed the situation as his men had captured not the shooter, but his direct superior in the police department.
Mario turned to the captured cop and his wife, both naked and bound, he in a chair and she on the bed. "Listen, we aren't after you. You can save yourself and your pretty wife a lot of grief if you give up where this asshole is." Mario was angry and he clutched a gun inside his jacket pocket, but he knew better than to simply kill this cop.
A moment of silence signaled the obvious fact the cop was intending to stoically remain silent to protect his brother in blue.
"Oh, a tough guy, well we deal with tough guys all the time. Jake how about you show Mr. Tough Guy what his slut wife can expect if he remains silent." Mario growled, but Jake, one of his youngest men, smiled menacingly at the naked bound woman as he stepped forward. Doffing his jacket and shirt, Jake climbed onto the bed and began groping the cop's helpless wife, touching her all over with no regard for her moans of resistance through her gag.
The cop squirmed helplessly against the ropes that bound him as he watched Jake feel up his wife. Mario gave him another chance. "She's only at the drive in going to second base with Jake now, but I imagine Jake wants more of her, right Jake?"
Jake nodded and slipped off his pants to reveal his semi-erect penis which he began rubbing against the wife's body. As his organ hardened he commented to his boss. "She's hot for it, boss, we could all do her."
The cop looked at Mario in horror. "No, you wouldn't, she's done nothing." His eyes pleaded with a man who had little or no mercy inside him.
"Wrong place, wrong time. Too bad for her, but Jake may be right. She might be hot for him. Go ahead and take her, Jake, and the rest of you get ready for sloppy seconds." The other three thugs in the bedroom dropped their pants quickly and began stroking themselves as they watched Jake roll the captive bitch over and grab her long black hair. Jake took her savagely from behind controlling her head as she screamed through the muffling gag.
Seeing his wife being fucked like an animal was more than the cop could take. "Alright, please stop, his name is Todd Marlowe and he's staying at his kid's apartment in Bellwood.
Mario looked at Jake. "Is she tight?"
Jake's breathy reply came quickly. "Best hole I've fucked in a while boss."
"Okay, then finish her, but come on her pretty face and we'll have tough guy lick it off." Mario laughed and turned to the cop. "I'm gonna make you do it just so you remember not to fuck with the Gionese Family, jerk. Now I want an address for this asshole if you don't want wifey to take them all." Mario got all he wanted and by the next day his men had discovered the address was actually the apartment of Todd's 19-year-old daughter Amy.
Back at his estate, Mario contemplated the situation trying to decide the best way to get this murdering cop and the two daughters kept coming up in his head. He felt sure Donna would also want revenge for her mother's tragic death and to include the innocent Amy seemed to be fair play to his warped Mafioso mind. To include Donna also made sense because the cops would be watching him, but not her. If his daughter really wanted revenge, she would be the perfect instrument to achieve it.
Getting Donna's help
"Sit down, I have something to discuss with you. We've found the guy who killed your mother." As Mario sat in his office behind his large mahogany desk, he tried to sound like he wasn't eager, but it was hard to do.
Donna's ears perked up at the words as she almost unconsciously sat down in a leather chair facing her father. "Who is he? You are going to get him, right, Daddy?"
"Well, that depends on you. You see I was thinking you wanted revenge too. Is that true, sweetie?" Mario had always spoiled his daughter having had no sons, but only recently had he considered allowing her to take any part in the family business when he passed on. This would certainly be a huge test of whether she had the stomach for it.
Donna sat up in her chair, wondering how her father knew the feelings she'd been having. "Ahhh, yah, I do want to do something, Daddy." Donna then wondered exactly what her father had in mind. "Do you need me?" If so, this would be a new feeling for Donna Gionese, having her strong father need her.
"Well, there are things you can do, easier than I can." Mario admitted.
Donna wondered what those things might be, but more than that she was beginning to feel flattered her father needed her. "You always told me you didn't want me involved in your business. It was man's work, you said and you'd take care of things."
Mario knew these were his words coming back to him from his beautiful daughter, but he too was beginning to see her in a new light. "I know damn well what I told you, but this is different. The cops have all our other locations bugged and they're watching me like hawks. If I grab up this guy, I'm going down." Mario was fairly certain this was the truth despite his dislike of the situation.
"But on the other hand, no one is looking at you and this guy has a teenaged daughter. If you're willing I could get you two soldiers, trusted guys who aren't from around here, and they could grab up this girl and bring her to you in a secret location. Then things would get serious, mafia style serious, Donna, if you understand what I mean. I'm not gonna say more right now, because I've shielded you from that sort of stuff, but if you say you're onboard I'll continue." Mario knew his daughter had never done these things before and she would have to process the situation.
Donna sat for a moment looking a bit pale.
Donna look made Mario unsure. "Oh, maybe this is a bad idea. Don't worry, Princess, I'll take care of it." Mario was sure he had overloaded his daughter perhaps frightening her.
"Don't call me Princess, Daddy. You called me that when I was fucking seven years old. I get what you're asking me, you want me to kidnap this girl and do things to her to make her father come to you, but I want something else." Donna's voice was fierce and loud surprising her father that his innocent daughter knew more than he expected she would.
"Okay, so you know, but you've never done it. Can you humiliate and torture a teenaged girl while filming the whole thing so her daddy can watch? I've gotten his email address, so we can send him digital video of what his daughter is going through. HD, maybe, so he can see all the sweet details. But it's all on you, Donna, you have to be in charge." Mario put it to his daughter knowing if she was ever going to head his family she had to respond, to show her balls so to speak.
Donna sat in uncertainty for a moment thinking about the consequences of what her father was asking. I'll be committing a crime and changing my life forever. I won't be able to go back, but isn't this what I've always wanted to show Daddy I can be as strong as he is.
As her mind turned to this innocent girl she would kidnap and expose to terrible humiliations and tortures, she expected to feel bad, but it was not the case. Donna was excited, her pussy wet with the anticipation of breaking the bitch. She went so far as to think, wait, I may not want to release her after we have her father. I may want her to be my bitch forever, my slave. With a racing heart, Donna looked at her father and changed her life forever. "I want to do it, Daddy, and I can do it, but if I'm gonna take the risk I want a kill this bastard. I want make him scream and die and I'll send you proof I did." Donna's voice was so certain of her desire Mario was more than a little surprised.
"Hell, he did wound you, didn't he? Okay, you'll get your shot and if you do well there will be more responsibilities. Impressed me and I won't have to worry about which one of these soft-headed thugs is gonna take over this business I've built. I'll have a worthy successor of my own blood." Mario was testing the water, to see how Donna would react to future responsibilities.
For Donna it was a whole new world, a world she'd long ago dismissed as impossible for a girl to gain entry to. "Do you mean that, Daddy, I could be in charge of your business?" Her voice was breathless with the anticipation of what her father was asking. She'd never dreamed he could ever trust her this much.
