The Mafia And His Caged Master

  Cynthia awoke to find herself in a massive metal cage.

  It was more like a prison than a cage,with bar after bar as thick as her wrist, and the cage was high and wide, occupied a third of the room.

  Cynthia pressed her forehead and sat up. It was dark outside and there were no lights on in the room。She could only look around by the moonlight coming in through the window. It was a slightly vintage style room that looked like someone's bedroom, as there was a large bed not far from her.

  Where was this? How had she ended up here?

  She remembered going home alone after his class for the students and feeling someone cover her mouth and nose as she looked for the key to open the door outside her house. She then losing consciousness.

  The door creaked open and a figure in leather shoes and suit trousers walked in, the house was too dark for Cynthia to see him.

  The house light was switched on and Cynthia squinted reflexively, after a moment she could make out the person standing in front of the cage.

  "Carlo Ricci!" exclaims Cynthia.

   Carlo was a fool Cynthia had picked up a year ago. He couldn't remember anything about himself, even his own name, except for the word Carlo, so Cynthia kept calling him Carlo.

 They lived together for six months before Carlo was taken away by someone from his family. Cynthia remembered that the person who took Carlo away called him young master.

  A sarcastic smile tugged at the corners of Carlo's mouth, his cheeks were unnaturally red and he smelled strongly of alcohol as he loosened his tie and looked down at Cynthia: "Now you won't get away with it."

   His eyes was no longer as silly as he remembered and his tone of voice was no longer soft, Cynthia looked up at him, "You've got your memory back?"

  As she spoke, those big, affectionate eyes seemed to carry a touch of delight and guilt that this was the person he had been thinking about day and night. Carlo stared at her unblinkingly through one of the cold bars.

  That sweet red mouth, which he had kissed several times during the days when he had lost his memory, was soft and sweet and delicious. With that in mind, Carlo suddenly pulled out his key and opened the door of the cage, and he pulled Cynthia out by the wrist, picking her up horizontally before she could react.

"Stupid dog! What are you doing! Put me down now!" Stupid Dog was Cynthia's former nickname for Carlo, only in private.

  She was actually happy to see Carlo again, she had been sorry then, lying to him that she had sold him and made him go back to his own home willingly, though she had to.But in the eyes of the silly Carlo at the time, she had just thrown him away.

  But the situation before him he couldn't figure out.

  Cynthia was thrown down on the big bed and Carlo pressed up against her, raining kisses on her long, soft neck, which was different from the average woman's. When she tilted her head, he could clearly smell the fresh scent of her body. It was the distinctive scent of Cynthia. Such a scent made Carlo's heart itch even more. He parted her skirt-clad thighs with his knees and rubbed them hard against her inner thighs. Even though he had loved her as faithfully as her pet and could not want to hurt her one bit. But he was a man after all. He wanted her more than he could ever imagine. 

Cynthia struggled violently, "You're crazy, stupid dog!!!"

  Carlo ignored this and pulled off the belt, tying Cynthia's pushing hands and then reaching up Cynthia's skirt, Cynthia became desperate and clenched her legs together, resisting loudly and with growing emotion, "No! Let me go! Let me  go !"

  There was a trembling sob in her voice, which excited Carlo even more as he ripped open Cynthia's nightgown.

  Cynthia's body had never been touched by another man, and he knew it. The more delicate and soft body breathed the unique charm of a young girl, her shoulders were round and smooth, not as angular as those of a normal woman, nor as thin and fragile as those of a thin young girl.

  Like a beast swearing sovereignty, Carlo bit down on the shoulder and Cynthia cried out in pain: "Ah! Carlo, wake up, I'm Cynthia, let go of me! Please!" She tried to rouse the will of the man on top of her with the intimate nickname for each other.

  "Cynthia is mine." Carlo muttered in a drunken slur, but his hands kept moving, probing the secret garden he had wanted to visit so many times. It was hot and damp, and with just the slightest probing of his fingers, the deep flesh slicked his fingers. Her body was plainly honest.

  "A virgin is just sensitive." He thought, moving his hand harder. cynthia couldn't help but let out some delicate, faint moans. He was content.

  Cynthia's flesh was pink and it was the warmest mystery Carlo had ever touched. The hot touch wrapped his cold heart firmly around it, as it did now with his fingers between her legs.

  "No! Don't touch there!" Cynthia shrieked, that was the secret of her body.

  Cynthia was still a virgin, she had never made love to any man, partly because of her own beliefs and partly because she wanted to give the most precious thing she had to the man she loved completely and deeply. Only her grandmother, who raised her, and her Carlo knew about this. But in the six months they lived together, they kissed and held hands at best, never breaking through to the last step.    Cynthia could never penetrate Carlo's innocent eyes to find a deeper desire for love. Carlo simply loved her, like a loyal guard dog at her side.

  But Carlo's eyes were no longer as silly as they had been at the time. Cynthia didn't know how to describe the danger in his eyes, which were red and had an air of bloodlust in them. It was the look of a hungry wolf when he saw his prey. He peeled his fingers away from both of Cynthia's already wet pussy lips and expanded them inward inch by inch.

"And you say no, you're already so wet." Carlo's breath sprayed on Cynthia's ear and she had turned from a fierce cry to a pitiful plea.

"Get out ...... please ......" The sensation of a foreign object invading wasn't pleasant, but Cynthia simply couldn't struggle out of his grip, her inner fear and dread taking over. Instead, her sensitive body trembled uncontrollably beneath him.

"Haah... Uugh... Aaah..." She couldn't help the tiny moan that escaped the corners of her mouth. carlo's hot, wet nostrils sprayed her heaving chest. His heart was beating fast. It was obvious he was taking pleasure in the sounds Cynthia couldn't help but make. 

The Carlo in her past would never have been so bent on humiliating her. All her emotions eventually turned to resentment, tears sliding down her white cheeks as Carlo kissed away the teardrops falling from under her lashes one by one. 

He was clearly comforting her. But his kisses and the deft touch of his fingers did not interfere with each other. The gentler his kisses, the deeper his fingers poked into the flesh. His fingertips cunningly gouged the inner fleshy walls of her cunt. Until there was a "puff, puff, puff" of juice from beneath her. He pulled his fingers out and Cynthia arched her back while she wept.Carlo thought she was so cute now that he kissed her lips down and swallowed her dense moans before pressing his rod against her pussy.

  "Good girl, you'll be mine soon."

  He slowly ground his glans against her hole and squeezed in.

  It hurt, a tearing pain.

  That tiny place had not been visited by anyone before and suddenly she felt like she was going to be stretched out when something thick filled it.

  Before she could get used to it, the man on top of her pumped, so hard that she felt like her insides were being pushed out by him.Cynthia's sobs and pleas for mercy did nothing but make her abuser's movements even more intense.

  Gradually the pain was numbed and the tingling pleasure began to build from one point to another, the sobs from Cynthia's mouth gradually changed in taste, becoming sweet and melodious, like a child bird in a birdcage.

  Carlo's eyes glowed red as the narrow hole seemed to be filled with little suction cups, kissing his huge stick one after the other. He had thought about how delicious Cynthia's body could be, but he hadn't expected it to be so soul-stirring.

  Cynthia was ashamed of the moan she let out , biting her lower lip with her teeth, her beautiful eyes glaring hard at the mad man on top of her, "Ahhhhhh. Unnghh... You bas...... bastard! Get out of my body.Ahh! O.. Oh!..."

  He leaned down and kissed those eyes, and his body became more and more chiseled, one after the other, deeper and deeper into his soul.

  Cynthia's tender, hidden garden could not have withstood such a storm, and with her eyes flushed and no longer able to curse, Cynthia moaned louder and louder.After a dozen successive blows, the sound suddenly stopped, and a regular twanging movement came from inside her tight hole as she came.

  The aftermath of her orgasm lasted a dozen seconds, Cynthia's mind was blank, her mouth open like a water-starved fish, her cheeks slightly flushed and her eyes disoriented.

  Carlo kissed her forehead lovingly, stroked her back gently, took her in his arms through the entry posture, and before she could react, began thrusting hard again.

  Cynthia's sensitive body, fresh from her orgasm, was unable to cope and she sobbed for mercy as she rested her head softly on Carlo's shoulder.

  Her voice was as soft as a cotton, and no one could let go of it. Carlo's lower body twitched a few more times, flipping her over and entering from behind.

  In this position he went deeper, and Carlo felt himself pressed against a soft opening, and every time he touched it, the woman beneath him shuddered. He ground into it, making the soft, lovely woman beneath him cry out for mercy.

  Cynthia's hands were tied and she could only hold herself up on her elbows as the man behind her seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of energy. Her womb was tingling as she screamed herself hoarse, but the bastard wouldn't let her go until she cried out and came again before the bastard behind her spurted hot fluid into her tingling womb.

  But that was far from the end of it, and Cynthia couldn't remember how many times they'd done it by the end, as he ended up passed out in Carlo's arms.