Gabriella - the Liquidation Equation

by Millie 90 lbs of Dynamite

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa, Consensual, Lesbian, Fiction, Crime, Rough, Torture, Snuff, Violent, .

Desc: Sex Story: Accepting a contract to eliminate Loan shark and gambling numbers man for the Sicilian Mob, Chandler. Gabby plots his capture, torture, and eventually death. She learns a terrible secret of his that makes her hate him even more. Only complications set in and Gabriella wonders if she has chosen the right profession. Has Gabby started something she can't finish? Join here and find out for yourself, as Gabriella Death Angel takes her first assignation assignment.

"When I was in the Marines we had this word to describe bad situations. You know the word I mean – I think you know it ... don't you? Those circumstances where you should turn right but you went left. When your plan calls for you to observe and report but you end up in a gun battle, yeah, we called it a FUBAR. You know what I mean, don't ya? Sometimes the FUBAR goes both ways, sometimes that is all you can hope for – that it gets fucked up by the other guy as well," Gabriella said, she lit her cigarette and exhaled a thick stream of smoke as she continued. "Thinking back, this all started with a moonlight drive in the mountains."

Yellow moonlight bathed the serene countryside in its pale glow. The full moon hung in the sky above the trees and mountains as clouds moved across the bloated orb, the forest would darken, then lighten as they passed. The Rolls Royce maneuvered the tight, twisting, mountain road with ease, the chauffeur had driven the route thousands of times over the years. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he smiled at the woman in the back seat.

"He is very pleased Miss Gabby," he said, returning his attention to the road. "Been bragging about his 'little girl' all week." Lifting an eyebrow, she couldn't help but be amused at being called anyone's 'little girl.' Just like her uncle, though.

Growing up in the mob has its privileges, doors opened for you, the best colleges falling over each other to take you as a student. It shocked the family when she refused their generous offers to her, to make it on her own in the world. Even so, there was a strong allure about the life, after the death of her father she volunteered to perform the requital. When she got the man who did the hit she found, much to her amazement, she enjoyed killing him. When Gabriella eliminated the boss who ordered the hit on her father she found her true calling.

Keeping her job as a mechanic for a cover she also did work for her uncle, on an irregular basis. Over the past weeks she spent more time working for her uncle than the garage. She wondered why her uncle, Thomas O'Neil, wanted her this night. What was so important it wouldn't wait until morning? As the car pulled onto the private drive, she also wondered why at the cabin and not in town.

The gravel crunched under the wheels of the car as it pulled up to the large cabin. On the massive porch stood her uncle, the portly man smoked a cigar while holding an eight ounce drinking glass filled with a dark reddish-brown fluid.

The driver opened her door, Gabriella got out of the car as her uncle descended the steps to meet her. "Gabby, Gabby, Gabby I'm so happy to see you," he said, engulfing her in his massive arms. Patting her on the back he kissed her cheek, turning he looked at the driver, "She's spending the night so put the car up." Thomas never understood why is niece had made herself into this muscle bound superwoman. He wondered where he had gone wrong, where is brother and sister-in-law had fucked up with her.

The oversized fireplace sat with no warm fire burning that night, firewood stacked in place ready to be lit. Sitting in his oversized stuffed chair Thomas looked at his niece, smiling. He watched as she implemented her ritual with salt, tequila, and lime. "You should drink whiskey, Irish whiskey or scotch not that south of the border shit," he told her.

"I like it," she insisted.

"Yeah, okay I guess," he sounded irritated. Gabriella's mother walked in the room. She hit him on the back.

"Leave her alone, Tommy," she said. Her mother leaned down kissing her daughter. "See me in the morning before you leave, not to early though." She moved to the door behind her daughter turned and mouthed to Thomas, "Come see me." Pointing an index finger at him first then turning it to herself. He nodded to her a smile on his face. Then Gabby's mother was gone.

"Well how you been 'little girl'?" he asked.

"Okay, got me a new girlfriend."

"Yeah, I know that is part of the reason I had you come here. Okay, our Sicilian friends called and wanted you to make a peace offering to that prick, Chandler." Her smiled turned into a frown, "You know, the families bought in numbers man. Never respected a gangster that had to pay to be part of a group." Nodding she pulled a cigarette from the pack, placed it in her mouth and lit it. "Anyway, you took his squeeze from him, no problem there, but you beat the hell out of him. They got a big problem with that." She clenched a fist stiffening up, "They want you to pay for the new teeth, the hospital bill, and some pain-and-suffering. They thought forty-five-thousand should cover it all."

"I won't do that, I fucking will not do that, I won't pay that cocksucker a fucking dime," she said standing as she spoke.

"Sit down," her uncle said motioning with his hands. "I told them you wouldn't and that was an end to it." Sitting down Gabby poured another shot and did her normal drinking routine. "Then they called back... ," she broke in on him in anger.


"Shut up ... girl ... just listen to me," he said, perturbed with her. "You always assume you know what I'm going to say. Well, this time, your wrong, dead wrong – they did an audit and he is missing some money. A lot of money and they want you to recover it," he said, leaning his head back he drank down the half full water glass of alcohol. "The bastards won't tell me the amount; I guess they don't want you to skim off of the top if there is more than they have calculated." Gabby smiled again leaned forward in her seat clutching the arms of the chair.


"You're an assassin what do you think they want?" He pondered what else to tell her then added, "Normally they would handle this in house, recover the money, cut off a finger, or two and send him packing. Not like the good old days, now it takes more than skimming to get you killed." He puffed at his cigar for a moment while Gabby squashed out her own cancer stick, waiting for her uncle to continue.

"A certain family member's daughter comes into this situation. A girl of tender years, let us just say a minor. Their numbers man sees this girl, that is where it begins seeing something and then wanting it. So, he sees her and he wants her. Only Chandler goes beyond the sin of coveting this girl. Befriending her, seeing her on the down low, despoiling her. This little girl, a child, he fucks her and fucks her. When her belly ends up swollen her father asking her who did this to you. At first she resists telling on him. You know she thinks they are in love, like an old pig grunting on top of some little girl is love, his spit running down her face as he hammers his old cock into her pussy. The bastard gazing down at her innocent little face ... like that fucking shit is ever love." His voice grew louder, like he was angry at something.

"I'll tell you something else," he rose to his feet, smacking his fist into his hand, "fucking someone ain't love ... fucking don't count for shit," he told her. "He's just another sick motherfucker!" his voice returned to normal. "What made her change her mind – no one knows," sitting back down he picked his cigar back up, "but, she spilled the beans not long after they found out about the missing money." He puffed the cigar till the tip burned cherry red and the smoke swirled around his head, "She confesses everything, sneaking out at night to see him. Him picking her up at school and her cutting classes to fuck him. Now they got themselves this bastards child and they want ... you know ... they just want the father to disappear."

"A family dissolution," she licked her lips becoming agitated, the thought of killing always excited her, no it was more than that, her pussy moistened.

"You're to use extreme prejudice in this disillusionment – his body is not to be found. They further request he has a slow and agonizing departure. Business is business, we all do business with each other, but family, that's different – family is family when you fuck with family, you're really fucked then. So, here's the deal, fifty-thousand for the hit and a five percent finder's fee on funds recovered, I have a five percent negotiation fee. Interested?" Her Uncle already knew the answer.

"Sounds like fun," she said, squirming in her seat.

Later that night Thomas fucked the shit out of Gabriella's mother, Shauna, as she covered her mouth with a pillow to avoid Gabby hearing her screams of ecstasy. Her on her knees face down in a pillow, ass up and Thomas his knees holding her broad hips as he pounds her twat, his big fat gun bouncing over ass with each thrust. Each knew if Gabriella every learned the truth, the horrible truth, she would kill them both. Shauna knew they deserved to die.

Tammy lay on her back, head propped up on big fluffy pillows, her knees up while down between her legs Gabriella munched at her wet snatch. Running her tongue over her lips, then at the hood, she coaxed out the clit. Teasing the clit, she tongued that little nub bringing out the purr in Tammy. Putting her thumb on the little button, she tongued fucked her while rubbing little circles on her clit, she lapped up Tammy's juice.

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