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Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2001 01:10:02 -0400
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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, 
or if you will be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read 
no further - delete file.  Otherwise ....enjoy! Pleae note: This work is 
copywited to Nessus and is not to be used for commercial by others. This 
includes posting on pay sites



The Daughter of the Don

FD CB


by Nessus


This is a fairytale.

So sit back, perhaps with a glass of red wine and a crackling fire in a 
grand fireplace and listen to a story about an Italian lady called Domenica.

Domenica, truly a beautiful woman. With her flame red curls and her 
alabaster skin, Domenica was the perfect Italian Princess. A voluptuous 
Venus, she would have inspired many a renaissance. In that college town in 
the north east of the kingdom of the United States of America, her Juliet in 
her final college year was such a triumph; it was whispered that her next 
stop was Broadway or London.

Her Juliet broke the heart of every Romeo in the private darkness of every 
stunned audience that entered the drama of Shakespeare's Verona. She could 
have been a great actress or, as they now say in this politically correct 
world, a great actor.

Instead, she returned to the family compound close to New York to be a 
dutiful daughter to assist in the family business of imported salami and 
other important but vague interests. She worked balancing the books and 
becoming very familiar with the delicate nature of the salami business and 
all it entails.

Her father would boast to his colleagues that a better daughter could not be 
found. As her mother had died giving life to Domenica, she worshipped her 
father and felt deeply bound to him.

Some years passed and life was very predictable for Domenica and her father. 
Then, it changed.

While shopping, she met the handsome Paul, a struggling actor younger than 
her who immediately recognised Domenica's stunning beauty and her wealth.  
Marshalling all of his meagre acting talent and his considerable charm, like 
many a fairytale prince, he swept her off her feet.

The wedding party and guests travelled from the cathedral to the garden of 
the compound for an extravagant Italian wedding full of wine, singing, 
dancing, speeches and tears. Domenica's father was happy for his daughter 
but shrewdly, asked his trusted adviser, his younger brother Enrico to put 
Paul under careful surveillance. It was well known that Domenica's father 
trusted only three people, Domenica, Enrico and himself.

The newlyweds moved to a luxurious apartment in the city, a gift from her 
father, and they settled into married life. Paul constantly searching for 
the role that would make him famous and Domenica, hopeful that Paul would 
settle down and share her desire for children.

After only three months, Domencia's father became very ill and, without 
hesitation, she moved back to the family compound to care for him while Paul 
remained in the apartment. Although she was disappointed Paul chose to 
remain in town, she didn't show it. She was, after all, her father's 
daughter.

Her father deteriorated quickly with Domenica sitting by his bed constantly, 
holding his hand while he muttered about long dead family and friends in 
Sicily.

Shortly before he died, a letter was hand delivered to her while she sat in 
that dimly lit bedroom. It was from Paul and she blinked the tears away as 
she read. He had, apparently, found someone else. Domenica's personal 
effects would be sent to her and he suggested that he keep the apartment in 
the coming divorce settlement.

Dressed in the black of mourning she stood by Enrico's side as the priest 
muttered over her father's coffin. A large crowd of mourners surrounded the 
gravesite but Paul was noticeably absent.

In the limousine driving back to the compound, Domenica broached the subject 
with Enrico. "How long has my husband been seeing that woman?" she asked 
coldly.

"Domenica," he protested, "now is not the time."

"Now is the perfect time," she interrupted. "My father would have had Paul 
watched and you would have organised it."

"How did you know?"

She smiled grimly. "I am my father's daughter, Enrico. How long?" she 
repeated.

Enrico shrugged. "Since the wedding. All the time, little one. I'm sorry."

"I see," she said, staring out the tinted windows. The driver and the 
bodyguard were seated in the front, separated by thick glass.

"We can talk to Rome. Arrange an annulment. A small cost to tidy things up."

"No," she said sharply. "No annulment. He is my husband and he will remain 
so."

Enrico shrugged again. "Men, especially young ones, think with their little 
head instead of this," he said as his gaunt finger tapped his temple. "It is 
life, little one."

It was then that Domenica got her idea.

A week later she summoned Enrico to her father's study. Seated behind the 
desk her father had used to run his kingdom, she explained her idea to him.

Her uncle laughed softly. "Your father would be very proud, little one," he 
chuckled. "This is so subtle, yet so cruel."

"Nothing could be as cruel as sending me that letter while my father was 
dying," she said coldly. "You'll do it?"

"It is done," he said, snapping his fingers. "Just like that."

Paul was very pleased with himself. He had just completed an audition for a 
new TV soap and was convinced he had the part. It wasn't major but it would 
be the start of what he knew would be a booming career.

He avoided a puddle on the pavement and almost skipped into the lobby of his 
apartment building, bumping into deliveryman in a uniform with a bunch of 
flowers who entered the building at the same time.

"Sorry," Paul said automatically, turning away.

"No, excuse me," the young man said, following Paul into the elevator. The 
doors closed and Paul stared vacantly at the flashing lights, dreaming 
dreams of stardom. Suddenly, he felt a sting on his neck and turned to look 
at the man behind him when blackness hit.

Paul awoke as the weak morning Sun filled the apartment with a grey light. 
He lay on the bed naked from the waist down and, to his horror, saw his cock 
was threaded through a stainless steel tube that was fastened to a flat ring 
of steel between his balls and his body.

Panicking, he switched on the lights and used a hand mirror to inspect the 
device for locks or a release button. All he found was a small slot on the 
steel ring.

The realisation that he couldn't get it off and that he had no idea who put 
this evil device on him sunk in. "Oooo noo," he wailed, falling back onto 
the bed he had shared with Domenica.

Two weeks later, Domenica sat in her father's study, going through some 
papers regarding the family business. Since her father's death, she had 
taken on the role of the head of the family and found that she was very good 
at it. Not only did she receive respect from all those in the family who 
obeyed her every decision or request, she also derived great personal 
satisfaction. She was, she had realised, been born to rule.

Enrico cleared his throat as he quietly lowered himself into the chair next 
to the large desk. Domenica brushed her curls off her face and glanced at 
him. "The business with the unions done?" she asked.

The older man nodded. "It is done."

"And," she smiled," how is the other business going?"

"Ah now," he chuckled, "that is very amusing."

Domenica put the calculator down, picked up a glass of wine and sipped on it 
as she settled back in her chair. "Good. Tell me about it. From the 
beginning."

Enrico poured a glass of wine. "After the device was fitted he telephoned 
here in panic, demanding to talk to you but we explained you were away in 
Rome. We also persuaded him we had no idea what he was talking about."

"Good. He may have tried to record the call."

"Exactly." Enrico sipped the wine." He then went to the police precinct to 
lodge a complaint. I'm told he claimed he had been assaulted." Domenica 
laughed softly. "The detectives took the complaint and questioned him. Of 
course, he had to show them the device."

Domenica giggled. "They took him to an interview room?"

Enrico shook his head in mock sorrow. "Unfortunately no. It was a very busy 
time and all the rooms were in use so he had to show the detectives in the 
crowded squad room. I am told many of the female detectives found it very 
funny."

"I can imagine," laughed Domenica.

"The police accused him of getting involved in doubtful sexual practices, 
dismissed the complaint and threw him out."

"Thank our friends in the precinct."

"Taken care of, little one."

"What did he do then?"

"For the next week he called on shops that sold devices like it, visited 
locksmiths but, unfortunately, no one could help him. He has come to realise 
the device is unique and he has no way of removing it."

"It was worth the money we invested in it."

"An excellent design, apparently."

"There may be a market for these devices," she said thoughtfully. "We may 
make some money out of this as well."

"Excellent idea. Do you wish me to investigate distribution?"

"Yes. Thank you. And what does he do now?"

"He sits in his apartment. Alas, his girlfriend visits no more." Domenica 
raised an eyebrow. "Apparently, she could see no use in the relationship 
with the device in place."

"Of course she'll tell her friends."

"Of course."

"How unfortunate," she said. They both laughed loudly and saluted each other 
with their glasses of wine. "I'll wait one more week."

Enrico nodded. "Now," he said, "we have a troublesome politician."

"Tell me about it."

Paul was miserable. His life was he realised, absolutely ruined. At the end 
of the third week, the longest period in his life without orgasm, he was so 
aroused he could not even bear to watch TV. His poor cock swelled 
fruitlessly against its steel prison and any glimmer of sexual arousal 
brought him discomfort.

He still flushed in embarrassment when he recalled his humiliation in the 
precinct squad room and his girlfriend's reaction when she'd discovered what 
had been done to him.

Meg, a perky blonde woman who was in her early twenties, laughed 
uproariously when he had meekly explained his predicament to her. If he had 
been expecting sympathy, he was disappointed as she left the apartment, 
still laughing.

Suddenly the phone rang. "Paul," Domenica's cool voice echoed down the line. 
"How are you?"

"You bitch," he said brokenly. "You did this to me"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said innocently. "We need to 
talk about the divorce."

"Whatever," he mumbled.

"Why don't you visit me tomorrow night at seven. You may find divorce is the 
key to your problems."

His ears picked up at the last remark, even though her husky voice was 
causing discomfort. "What?"

"I'll see you at seven," she said calmly and rang off, leaving Paul staring 
at the phone.

It was after seven before she greeted him in the study, a glass in her hand 
and dressed in an elegant black dress with dark hose. His cock swelled and 
constricted in once quick and cruel moment.

"Fix yourself a drink,' she said curtly. "We have much to discuss." Glumly, 
he poured a scotch. "Just so you know," she continued, "the device is one of 
a kind with only one key. It can not be removed without that key without 
surgery."

"Why did you do this, Dom?" he asked plaintively.

"Revenge," she said simply. "Sweet revenge."

"So I fucked around," he said hotly. "Was this necessary?" he demanded 
gesturing at his crotch.

"It wasn't revenge for your little girlfriend, you fool! You dishonoured my 
father by sending that letter while he was dying. You dishonoured me! If you 
came to me like a man after he died, we would have settled it calmly but, 
no, you had to send a note!"

He had no defence. "What now?" His voice was a croak and his hands trembled.

"You and I are attending a small dinner party with several friends. You will 
declare your undying love for me and beg me to take you back. Of course," 
she smiled, "I will bow to your pleas. Here," she said, tossing papers at 
him. "That's your script. You're the great actor, learn it!"

White faced he studied the script. "I see," he said slowly. "We are husband 
and wife again."

"No," she said sharply. "You live in the room next to mine and work as my 
secretary. That's it. I will discretely entertain my lover in my room and we 
will have no communication outside your work matters."

"And," he said slowly. "If I refuse?"

"You leave and I dissolve the only key to your chastity device in the 
container of acid I have upstairs."

"You wouldn't!" he gasped.

"Wouldn't I?" she said coldly as she walked to the door. "You have half an 
hour to learn your script. You had better be perfect."

"Dom," he said weakly. "What about me? You are going to have lovers but I 
need relief. It's been so long!" he moaned.

"No lovers. I'll arrange relief once a month. I'm wondering how long it will 
be before you beg me to cut your balls off." The door closed behind her and 
Paul studied the script through blurring eyes.

The evening was a success. Paul declared his undying love for Domenica, they 
embraced to their friends applause and Paul moved into his new bedroom.

A few evenings later, the door to his bedroom opened and Meg strolled in, 
dressed in a short skirt and white blouse. "Meg," gasped Paul. "What are you 
doing here?"

She smiled. "Your wife has paid me to provide this months relief."

"You have the key?" he asked incredulously.

Meg nodded. "I know where it is. Take your clothes off." Paul hastily obeyed 
and stood before her naked. With a slight smile on her face, she pointed at 
the chair and watched as he quickly sat.

"Take your clothes off, Meg," he begged. " We have all night."

"Afraid not," she said calmly as she handcuffed his hands behind him, 
chaining him to the chair.

"What are you doing?"

The door opened again and Domenica walked in, handing Meg the key. "This 
goes into the slot underneath. Turn it and the circle parts so you can slide 
it off. The reverse applies to put it on. Understand?"

Meg nodded, followed instructions and both women watched as Pauls freed cock 
stood to attention. "Before you remove the handcuffs put the key into the 
safe as I showed you."  Domenica nodded at Paul's throbbing cock. "This 
shouldn't take too long."

"Never does," Meg commented and Paul flushed.

"Look," Domenica said sharply, pulling Meg's skirt up to reveal black lace 
panties, garter belt and stockings. "This is all you will ever see. You will 
never see a pussy or naked breasts again. You had your chance but you lost 
it. I'll leave you to your nurse." She paused at the door. "By the way, my 
lover is coming tonight so you might want to use the earplugs that are in 
the bathroom cupboard." She laughed as she closed the door behind her.

"Meg, please," he moaned. "Let me at least kiss you. Kiss your panties! 
Anything!"

Meg shook her head and smoothed her skirt down. "You've had your last look." 
She rummaged in her bag and produced a wad of tissues. "Kleenex pussy," she 
mocked. "This is all you get and this is as good as it gets. From now on 
you'll only get to use your own hand each month so enjoy," she said, sliding 
her hand around his dripping cock. A few short tugs and he was shuddering as 
he spurted into the tissues. "There," she said matter of factly as she 
cleaned him up. "That should hold you until next month." Meg looked up at 
him. "Would you like me to wipe your tears while I'm at it?" she asked 
kindly.

And the Italian Princess and her young lover lived happily ever after. 
Unfortunately, her husband didn't.

Just a fairytale. Or is it?
Nessus29@hotmail.com


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