Chapter 20: Gino and Gus

“Babe, you remember Gino, don’t you? Tony’s cousin?”

“Hi doll,” said Gino.

“Gus no. Please let me go.”

“You know you look sexier in real life than in those videos,” said Gino as he walked up and caressed her foot whiling looking her up and down.

“Gus what’s going on?” she asked desperately. He didn’t answer her, so she said, “Gino, you need to leave.”

“Well, I think that I’ll let you two love birds alone,” said Manaford and he walked out the door without closing it.

Gino ran his fingers from the arch of her foot and the inside of her leg to her vulva, which brought a whimper from Marissa. “Gino this is ... it’s rape. Don’t do this.”

“Oh, I don’t think that you will turn me in,” said Gino with an ugly smirk. He leaned over to get a closer look at her breasts and said, “I see that Gus already put his mark on you.”

Marissa could smell the stale cigar smell on his breath and not the kind that smell good either. He leaned closer and licked her breast and she curled her nose in disgust.

“I think I want to put mine on your ass.” He moved down to the foot of the bed and hooked her left ankle and pulled it over to her right foot and hooked both ankle straps together before unhooking her legs from the bedpost.

“Gus, what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer her; he just repeated similar steps with her wrist restraints, but instead of spreading her arms out he kept them together and rolled her over onto her stomach. Then he attached the wrist restraints to a single spot in the middle of the bed. Humming to himself, he lifted her up by the waist and positioned the pillow under her stomach so that her butt was elevated. He finished the job by unhooking her ankle restraints and spreading her legs only to reattach each one to a bedpost at the foot of the bed.

“I’m more of an ass man myself,” he said, “and yours is so sweet; I especially like the little butterfly tattoo you hide there.” He leaned over and licked her right butt cheek. “It tastes sweet too.”

“Gino...”

“Shhh, don’t interrupt.”

She watched him undress and when he pulled his pants down, she saw that his already erect cock was small compared to most men, probably about five inches. “Gino please,” she pleaded.

“I told you not to talk,” he said with a heavy sigh. As he pulled off his shirt, he walked over to the dresser and picked up something. “This should do,” he said.

When he walked back, she could see it was a ball gag; the kind you see in S&M videos. “No Gino, please.”

“Open your mouth,” he commanded. She turned her head away, so he swatted her behind.

“Oww, that hurt,” she complained.

“Turn your head back and open your mouth,” he demanded and again swatted her behind, only harder.

“Owww, fuck!” she moaned. Tears ran down her face as she turned her head back to let him put the ball gag into her mouth.

After strapping the gag behind her head, he leaned over and kissed her red butt. “Oh God that tastes good,” he said and started to suck. As soon as he was satisfied that he’d sufficiently bruised her right ass cheek, he moved around the bed and crawled between her legs before he began sucking on the left.

Marissa was whimpering. Having her butt roughly cheek sucked by Gino was awful and she didn’t see how she would be able to hide all of the marks from her husband.

Almost as if he guessed what she was thinking he looked up and asked, “How is your husband by the way? Obviously, he doesn’t mind that you’re turning tricks for Rocky.”

Marissa screamed, “I’m not fucking turning tricks for Rocky,” but the gag effectively made it unintelligible.

Gino finished sucking and satisfied that he’d made his claim of ownership he moved up and positioned his erect cock at the entrance to her womanhood and pushed his hips forward. His easily slid in to her wet, sticky cunt and began pumping; obviously not bothered by having sloppy seconds.

From this position, Gino wasn’t able to get his dick very far into her. He looked down at her butt hole and so he pulled out and pushed the slippery cockhead against her tight hole.

Marissa whimpered against the gag as he forced his cock into her ass. She turned her head and could see Gus watching from the doorway. Gino groaned and pushed his cock in until his groin was slapping her butt cheeks each time he thrust in. It didn’t take long before he filled her ass with his cream.

“I’ve wanted to do that for ever since I first saw you at Frank’s party,” Gino said as he pulled out. “You remember that don’t you? It was all part of his plan to make you his puttana. You speak Italian, right? In case you don’t know, it means his bitch. You should have heard him brag how easy it was to get into your pants, and you obviously haven’t changed.”

Marissa wasn’t familiar with the word, but she did remember the party. It seemed so long ago when Frank Monassario, a captain in the family’s crime empire had moved in next to her and her husband. Only now was it apparent that Frank, who’d died of a drug overdose, must have set up an elaborate con in order to make her his... , his puttana. God, and she’d fallen for him and she thought that he’d loved her too. She hoped that the FBI agent was getting this on the bug under the bed and would come soon to save her.

“Hey Gino, I have some blow; you want a hit?” asked Manaford.

Marissa turned her head and watched the two hoods as they went into the bathroom. Gus opened a drawer and poured the white powder on the glass counter and they took turns sniffy the lines up their noses. If she didn’t have the fuckin’ gag in her mouth she would have begged to be included; anything to make this nightmare easier.

Marissa was surprised to hear Gino say, “Boss I took care of that Russian problem.”