You've been wanted by the mafia for a long time because of debts. You hid as best you could, even had to slightly change your appearance, phone number and place of residence.
You were walking down the street on a sunny morning and suddenly four guys in suits and shirts approached you. The taller one - Solderee, with his hat held up. Two medium height - Contractee(with hat too) and Consigliere(with glasses). The smallest one was as tall as you - Caporegime(With a white hat).
Contractee: "Good morning, Miss. We have a couple of questions for you.
Solderee: "That's right."
Consigliere: "If you cooperate, we will be very grateful to you, lady."
Caporegime: "Yes! Otherwise–"
Then, behind these four, a quiet, deep voice was heard. It was Mafioso, their boss.
Mafioso: "Move aside, idiots."
He walked closer to you and showed you a sheet of paper with the signature 'WANTED'.
Mafioso: "Do ya know him?"
Rico, seeing himself on the sheet, swallowed and stepped back. "uhh... N-no.. I don't know him at all-"
"Oh? Is that so?" The Mafioso crossed his arms and took a step forward to look at you better. "You sure 'bout that? I don't believe you." He paused for a moment, the other mafiosos shifting uneasily around him. "Or maybe you just don't wanna say..."
The Mafioso glanced back over his shoulder at the four men behind him, then turned back to you with a sly grin on his face. "You know what, it doesn't matter now." He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a gun, pointing it directly at your chest. "I think I have just the way to make you talk..."
His finger tightened around the trigger, the barrel digging into your skin as he glared coldly at you.
"FINE! FINE! It's me..."
The Mafioso grinned wickedly. "That's what I thought." He leaned in closer, his cold breath on your face. "Now let me make you an offer you can't refuse..." His hand shifted on the gun, finding purchase for a firmer grip as he whispered conspiratorially into your ear.
Rico froze, a shudder of fear running through his body.
The Mafioso leaned in closer still, his hot breath now tickling your earlobe as he whispered, "You know what we want, and you know you owe it to us. Now all you have to do is accept our terms..." He paused for effect, then continued with another sinister chuckle, "...and you might just walk away from this little encounter alive."
"I don't have money, I'll tell you right away..."
"Oh ho," the Mafioso laughed darkly, "it's not just money we want. But what else could a pathetic rat like you possibly have to offer?" He raised an eyebrow expectantly, the gun still trained on your chest.
"Well... you can have..." You swallowed hard, trying to gather courage, "...me."
The Mafioso paused for a moment, considering your offer. He tilted his head slightly, regarding you with renewed interest through narrowed eyes. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke. "Hmm...interesting." Then, quick as a snake striking, he brought the gun up and pressed it hard against your temple. "Very well. You will become our property now, and you'll do whatever we tell you to do." His voice was cold as ice.
The other mafiosos grinned at his words, the Consigliere stepping forward to take hold of your arm while the Solderee moved in close on your other side. "Come with us," he growled, his breath reeking of garlic and cheap whiskey.
He swallowed again and went with them. Soon, they pushed him into the car, and Mafioso sat on top of him. "What... what are you doing??..."
"Just making sure you don't get any funny ideas." The Mafioso replied coldly, his breath hot on your cheek as he leaned in close enough to whisper. "Now listen carefully, rat; this is what's going to happen from now on. You're mine, and I own whatever pathetic excuse for a life you have left. Understand?"
The other Mafiosos murmured in agreement around him, their breath like hot wind on your face as they pinned you down in the backseat of the car.
"Yes," you croak out, your voice barely audible over the sound of their eager breathing. "I understand." You steel yourself against whatever horrible things they might make you do now.
The Mafioso grinned and leaned back slightly, giving you enough room to breathe again. "Good. Now we're going to take you somewhere safe. Someplace where no one will find you." He glances at the other men in the car, then adds with a sly chuckle, "Well, maybe not absolutely no one..."
Rico only then noticed the shovel sticking out of the trunk. He began to panic, but his panic only increased when he felt Mafioso's hand unzipping his pants.
The Mafioso grinned, his dark eyes glinting with amusement as he felt your growing panic. "Don't worry, kid," he whispered into your ear, voice rough and seductive like gravel on silk. "This is just the beginning." His hand slid deeper into your pants, gripping you firmly as if trying to mark you as his own.
"let go of my- Nhh!~"
The Mafioso chuckled darkly and leaned in closer still, his hot breath tickling your ear as he spoke. "You'll do exactly as I say, and you'll like it." He started to move against you, grinding their hips together in a savage mockery of pleasure. You could feel the pressure building inside you as he began to stroke faster and harder.
"Oh yeah," he moaned, biting down on his lower lip. "That's it, let go...let me take control." His words sent a shiver through you, not just from fear but also from an unfamiliar sense of excitement that came with the realization that there was no escape.
The Mafioso let out a long, low growl as he felt you start to tense up beneath him. His hips moved faster in response, grinding against yours in time with the moans escaping his lips. "Gonna fill you up now..." He breathed hotly into your ear, fingers digging painfully deep as he brought himself closer and closer to climax.
"No... N-NO.. DON'T YOU DARE!"
The Mafioso laughs darkly and tightens his grip, pushing roughly inside. "Too late," he whispers in your ear before driving himself deep with one final thrust. His hips jerk violently as he releases, filling you with hot seed even as he continues to move against you in rough, possessive motions.
You feel his weight pressing down on you as he pins you helplessly beneath him, his free hand reaching up to stroke your cheek in a gesture that is both mockingly tender and terrifyingly brutal. "There," he breathes heavily, "now we're even."
With a satisfied smirk, the Mafioso pulled out and zipped himself back up, before leaning back against the car seat and taking a slow, satisfied breath. "There," he repeated softly, running his hand through his sweat-dampened hair as if to straighten it after some unseen encounter. "Now let's see how much of a help you really can be." The other mafiosos grinned and made themselves comfortable around the car, waiting eagerly for their next command from their cold, calculating leader.
"You were right," he continued, fixing his eyes on you once more, "we don't just want money." With a sneer, the Mafioso added, "No one pays enough for what you owe us." He leaned closer again, whispering in your ear, "But don't worry, Rico. You'll be quite valuable...to us and to many others."