“Holy fucking shit,” Adriano whispered in awe.
Niccolo translated what the thug had said.
Mei-ling walked around slowly…
Click…
Click…
Click.
She stood in front of the thug, the lubed-up dildo right in his face…
And then she leaned over so she was just inches away from him.
“Good,” she said soothingly. “But know this: if you lie… or if you jerk me around…”
Niccolo translated.
“I’m going to start with the biggest dildo first,” she growled. “Understood?”
The thug looked up at Niccolo as he translated.
Then he looked back at Mei-ling and nodded as fast as he could.“Sì – sì – ho capito.”
Yes – yes – I understand.
Adriano looked over at Roberto and said very seriously, “Remind me tonevercross your wife.”
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TheCamorrathug told Niccolo everything.
Everything.
Niccolo spoke to him for 20 minutes. Every single question he asked, the gorilla answered quietly and respectfully.
Mei-ling stood by the entire time, staring down at him impassively.
She didn’t bother to take off the strap-on, which unnerved the thug even more.
If there was ever a moment where the thug hesitated, Mei-ling reached out to the table and started to stroke the giant 12-inch dildo with one finger.
TheCamorrathugimmediatelystarted talking again. Every time.
After it was all over, Massimo unchained theCamorrathug and let him go to the bathroom. Massimo handcuffed him and kept a gun pointed at him at all times, but he needn’t have worried – the gorilla was broken.
The big guy shuffled off to the bathroom, his hands shielding his cock from view, and didn’t put up an ounce of fight.
Afterwards, Massimo handcuffed him in a storeroom. He posted two foot soldiers outside with instructions to kill the guy if he gave them any problems.
By the time Massimo rejoined us in the office, Niccolo and Adriano were back at it again.
“Remind me –whythe fuck are we keeping him alive?” Adriano snarled.
“Because he’s a potential bargaining chip,” Niccolo said wearily.
“He’s fuckin’Camorra.They’re not going to give usshitfor him! They don’t care whether he lives or dies!”
