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Gangster - Part 1 (MF, v)
by Anonymous - 1991

*

"Thanks, Mr Lance, Th ... th ... th thanks,"  stammered the 
terrified Don Wagner.  He tentatively sat down on the 
sumptuous leather  couch in the living room of the penthouse 
suite. 

Paul Lance was the most powerful man in the city.  He 
had a very low profile, and most of the ordinary citizens 
didn't even know his name.  But he controlled most of the 
drugs distribution in the state.  

He was born Luigi Borowicki to a poor Polish couple 
living in Wollongong and early in his teens decided that 
intimidation and bullying was a better way to earn a living 
than wielding a pick in the mines the way his poor stupid 
father had done for forty years.  And then when he'd died in 
the mine collapse the company had paid his mother a lousy two 
grand and kicked her out of their rented company house.

The sixteen year old Luigi was so mad he went round to 
the mine owner's house to beat him up.  Luigi had had a good 
education into the tactics of fighting, and he was very 
strong.   But the mine owner was away in Sydney with his 
wife.  Instead, his eighteen year old daughter, Imogen was 
there with her boyfriend, frolicking in the pool by 
themselves.

Frustrated because the target of his rage wasn't there, 
Luigi lashed out at the next best thing.  He beat the 
boyfriend to a pulp breaking both his legs and knocking out 
five of his teeth, and tied him up.  Next he stripped the 
pretty Imogen naked, tearing her expensive designer clothes 
off her shapely teenage body and fucked her senseless, in her 
cunt, her virgin arsehole, and then pissed into her mouth, 
making her swallow the whole lot.

"Tell your daddy this is what happens to mine owners who 
couldn't give a stuff about the people who work their arses 
off for him," he sneered as he wiped his cock clean with the 
shattered girl's long glossy hair. 

He walked out of the huge mansion and back to the tiny 
house they were going to have to leave in a couple of days, 
only to find his poor wretch of a mother breathing her last 
breath as the last of her blood ebbed from the deep cuts in 
her wrists into the bath.

Luigi felt rage in every bone in his body at being left 
alone through no fault of his own.  He felt the whole world 
was against him, and something snapped in him.  From that 
moment on, he seemed bent on teaching the world a lesson - 
that they couldn't mess with Luigi Borowicki  and get away 
with it.

He turned his back on his dead mother, walked out of the 
house and apart from the funeral he never went back there 
again.

He walked the streets for ages that night, wondering why 
the world had dealt him such a cruel blow, until he finally 
broke into a house on the outskirts of Wollongong.  It was a 
very well-to-do household and he drew his flick knife and 
menaced the couple who lived there until they gave him money.  
Again, he tied up the man and made him watch while Luigi 
stripped his wife naked and made her masturbate for him with 
an enormous candle that was on the mantlepiece.

Then, just inches from the helpless man, Luigi fucked 
his wife in the arse, then in her cunt, pulling his cock out 
of her and spraying his spunk over the pair of them.  The 
woman orgasmed as Luigi rammed a broomhandle up her arse and 
a coke bottle up her cunt.

He laughed as the husband showed his outrage at his 
wife's enjoying the raping, and he stopped at the front door 
to piss on the carpet and up the walls.

After that, Luigi changed his name to Paul Lance, to 
help eliminate the background of migrant working class 
oppression and since so many people could identify him.  

He went to Kings Cross and with brutal efficiency 
quickly showed the underworld types there that he could be a 
top class enforcer.  In no time he was  accepted to the 
personal staff of the main drug distributor for NSW, as 
bodyguard and persuader, a job he excelled at, because the 
good looking twenty year old Paul Lance enjoyed beating 
people senseless and  brutally raping women.

Paul's harsh command of the seedier parts of Sydney, 
punctuated with the occasional disappearance of any assocates 
and friends who might represent a threat to his ambition 
meant that within a couple of years he was running a string 
of thirty prostitutes and operated four strip clubs as an 
equal partner with the head of the Police Drug squad.

As a sideline business, he organised kidnappings of 
girls and boys in Asia, sometimes even as young as 9 or 10 
years old and sold them in Australia and in the USA as 
playthings or gave them to the cops as bribes. 

He ruled his growing empire with a rod of iron.  No-one 
was ever allowed to deviate an inch from his instructions, 
and even minor transgressions were punished severely, often 
with the life of the transgressor, extracted painfully and 
slowly. 

Once, a stripper and part time prostitute refused a 
request of one of the Kings Cross policemen who was Paul's 
employee.   He had told her to lick his arse clean after he'd 
had a shit and she had told him to go and get fucked.  Paul 
was affronted and said that disobedient behaviour wouldn't be 
tolerated.  He closed the strip club and brought in a 
bikie gang who was part of his heroin distribution 
network in the western suburbs and they stripped her naked, 
held her down and raped her repeatedly for 24 hours.  And 
they weren't at all gentle about it.  By the time they were 
finished with her, she was at death's door.  Paul laughed as 
they threw her, battered and naked into the alley behind the 
Police station where she died of a heroin overdose.

So this was the charming man who offered Don Wagner a 
seat over looking the harbour with the beautiful white sails 
gliding serenely over the shimmering water.

"I haven't seen you for a while, Don," Paul began after 
they'd both been given a large scotch by a striking 14 year 
old Thai girl in a maid's uniform.  "I was sorry to hear that 
you and your pretty wife Branda had separated."  He clicked 
his fingers and the girl went and stood quietly beside the 
bar.

"Thank you Mr Lance, that's the way life goes sometimes.  
She got the house and the girls  but I'm getting by though."

"Good, good.  And how are your three delightful daughters?"

"They're very well, thank you for asking, Mr Lance.  
Kylie started high school last year and she's been selected 
for the state gymnastic team, and the twins, Jodie and Amy 
just started high school this year." 

"Good heavens Don how they've grown.  How old are they 
now?"  Paul snapped his fingers again and the Thai girl 
walked over and stood beside him.  Without taking his eyes 
off Don Wagner, Paul put his hand up the girl's short skirt 
and fingered her cunt, still oozing his spunk from the 
rooting he'd given her an hour earlier.

... Paul put his hand up the girl's short skirt and 
fingered her cunt, still oozing his spunk from the rooting 
he'd given her an hour earlier.

"Do you like her?" Paul asked, "This is Ling Mai.  I got 
her a few  years ago in Thailand and I've been lending her 
out to some people I owe favours to.  I think I'll keep her 
here for a while now. She's very obliging and completely 
obedient.  I'll let you fuck her one day if you like."

Don thought the idea of sticking his cock up the pretty 
Thai girl was about the most delicious thing he could 
imagine.  He hadn't had any sex at all since his wife kicked 
him out.   He'd even started fantasising about his own lovely 
daughters lately.  "That's very kind of you Mr Lance.  I'd 
like that.   My Kylie's thirteen and the twins are twelve, Mr 
Lance."

"For heaven's sake,"  Paul was all charm and light at 
the moment, but Don Wagner was under no illusions about the 
way the conversation was going to turn and he wished the man 
would get on with it.  "the next thing you know they'll be 
getting married!  Anyway, to get to business."  Paul Lance's 
face hardened.  "Suppose you tell me what happened last
night, Donny baby?"

"Well you see, Mr Lance, I was ambushed.  I didn't know 
the cops would be there.  I thought they were your cops ... " 
"You lost a million dollars worth of heroin, Donny my friend, 
my heroin that I paid a lot of money for."

"Yes, but it wasn't my fault!  They were waiting and..."

"Shut the fuck up!!" Paul shouted.  "You lost me a 
million dollars and I've got commitments to satisfy.  Go and 
get a million dollars and bring it here by five o'clock 
tonight."  Paul's cock was swelling with the erotic feeling 
of the young girl's slippery cunt gripping his fingers, so he 
signalled to another girl, a pre-pubescent dark haired indian
girl of 12 he'd bought in a deal with some heroin a 
year ago who wordlessly dropped to her knees in front of him, 
pulled his cock out of his pants and popped it into her 
practiced mouth and started sucking him off. "Mr Lance, I 
couldn't find that sort of money by five o'clock!  I need 
time.  I'd have to sell my house."

"I don't give a fuck what you have to do.  I have to 
meet my own commitments.  Now you fuck off and get me my 
money.  Be back here  at five o'clock sharp or I'll send my 
boys to get you, and you know what that means, don't you." 

Don Wagner was absolutely petrified now.  He most 
certainly did know what it would mean if he didn't arrive 
there by five o'clock.  He'd be cut up into little pieces - 
slowly - and disposed of in a building site.  He'd have a 
lump of concrete for a grave.  But if he did arrive on time 
and didn't have the money he wouldn't have much better 
prospects either.  He was pale and quivering in fear as he rode 
the lift down the building to the street.  The last sight he 
saw as the lift doors closed was Paul Lance lying the pretty 
young asian girl on her back on the floor and prodding the 
head of his cock between her smooth slick hairless cuntlips.  
The indian girl was squatting by his head holding her 
little black maid's skirt up and offering him her 
cunt to lick.

Paul pressed a button under the table just to his right 
and immediately a door opened off to the far end of the room.  
He didn't pause at all in his fucking of the girl as a large 
man dressed in a uniform entered. 

"Robert, pick Don Wagner's daughters up from school this 
afternoon and bring them here.  Don't take no for an answer, 
and you'd better take Warren with you just in case they are 
reluctant.  And they are not to be harmed or interfered with 
in any way, is that clear?"

The chauffeur was disappointed at not being able to have 
any fun with the girls, but he knew better than to say 
anything.

"Yes Mr Lance. Is that all?  "

"Bring the older one  Kylie up here and put the others 
in Frank's care in the basement until I want them. Now fuck 
off," Paul said as he shot his spunk up the little Thai 
girl's clinging slit.

	+++++++++++

"Have you done exactly as I asked?"  Paul asked his 
chauffeur and persuader at ten to five that afternoon.

"The younger two are in the basement downstairs, Mr 
Lance.  Are you sure we can't have a little fun with them?"

"I said no, you fucking idiot.   Now don't ask again.  
Have you prepared them the way I told you?"

"Yes Mr Lance."

"Good.   Now get out until I call you."

At five o'clock exactly the lift motor whirred and the 
doors opened as Don Wagner walked into the room.  He was 
carrying a briefcase, but he had a very worried expression on 
his face.  Paul was pleased at that because he was looking 
forward to what he had planned for this drug courier who had 
been so stupid as to let the fucking cops get their hands
on some of his stuff.

"Good evening Don, my friend,"  the malevolent Paul 
said, with a broad pleasant smile on his face.  "Come in and 
make yourself comfortable.  Would you like a drink?"

Don knew the smile was only to try and unnerve him, he'd 
seen this show of bonhommie many times before, frequently 
just before the most horrific and brutal punishment was meted 
out to some poor wretch.  He also knew better than to  turn 
down any invitation of the evil Paul Lance, even one so 
inoccuous as a drink.  As Robert gave him his scotch, Paul
Lance continued.

"Did you manage to get the million you owe me, Donny boy?"

"Well, Mr Lance, I've got half a million here in this 
bag, and I've had to mortgage my house again and the money 
from that won't be ready until the morning.  I can get the 
rest for you in full by then.  Is that OK Mr Lance?"  Don 
Wagner's voice quavered with the fear he felt in every bone 
of his body.  Mr Lance was not used to people failing to do
as they were told, even such tall orders as this.

"Well, Don, I am pleased you've seen the sense of things 
and arranged the million dollars.   It would be a sad thing 
for me to have one of my most trusted lieutenants fail me.   
I am glad you have acknowledged your responsibilities."  Don 
was immensely relieved at this and breathed a sigh of relief.  
However his relief was short lived, as the crime boss 
continued.

"However I am also disappointed that after all these 
years together you have let me down on the aspect of 
punctuality.  You know as well as I do that being on time 
exactly is a virtue that I insist on.  I will spare your life 
Wagner, because you have arranged to refund me the money you 
so carelessly lost, but I am afraid I must discipline you 
because you have failed to meet an important deadline."

"No, NO! I beg you Mr Lance, I couldn't get the money 
any earlier, I'll have it here right after the banks open in 
the morning,  Please you must see the reason in that.    A 
million dollars is a lot of money to raise in a day!" "You 
should have thought of that when you lost my consignment."

"Please, Mr Lance, I beg you to reconsider,  Please!! 
I'll give you anything I have, just don't punish me."  Wagner 
knew Paul Lance was enjoying his deputy's anguish, but he 
didn't have any better ideas. "You snivelling little creep!" 
Paul spat.  "You would give me anything you have, just to 
save your own skin from a hiding is that it?"

"Yes, yes, of course.  Whatever you want, you name it."

"You make me sick, you spineless little prick.  As it 
happens I have some other matters to keep me and the boys 
occupied this evening, so just this once, I'm prepared to 
extend you the courtesy of an extension until ten past ten 
tomorrow morning.  And not a second  later.  Is that clear?"

"Oh yes, yes, yes, I understand, Mr Lance.  I'll go to 
the bank as soon as it opens tomorrow and I'll come straight 
here.  Thank you Mr Lance, thank you for understanding, you 
won't regret it I promise you." "I accept your promise on 
your life, Wagner.  Now fuck off out of here.   No wait, you 
might like to meet my friends for this evening before you go, 
would you like that?"

Frankly, Don Wagner just wanted to get out of there, but 
he knew his boss wanted to show him the latest acquisition in 
his stable of sexual playthings.  He'd had his share of 
Paul's girls  himself from time to time, and knew that there 
was no sexual diversion that Paul Lance wasn't able to 
organise.   

Paul Lance pressed a button under the coffee table and 
the door at the end of the room opened.  Robert entered 
looking as menacing as ever.

"Robert, bring the first of our guests in please."  
Robert disappeared and closed the door behind him.  "Don I've 
decided what I want from you, in return for your snivelling 
little hide, as a fine for being late." 

"Yes Mr Lance, wh .. wh... wh... what is it?"  For an 
answer, the door at the end of the room opened again and 
Robert led Kylie Wagner into the room, still dressed 
imaculately in her lightweight school uniform.  She smiled 
when she saw her father, then the smile faded as she realised 
he wasn't all that happy to see her.

"No, Mr Lance, not Kylie, she's only 13 years old,  she's my 
daughter!   No you can't!"

"Oh shut up for Christ's sake.  You can have a crack at 
her tomorrow when you bring the rest of the money.  For 
tonight, she'll stay here with me, just to make sure you 
don't change your mind." "But I have changed my mind, Mr 
Lance, don't do this, punish me instead.  Oh Christ, what've 
I done?"

"If you keep this childish performance up I might just 
punish you as well.  But a bargain's a  bargain, and you 
swapped your own comfort for your three daughters, and I 
intend to hold you to it." 

"You've got the twins as well!!  Oh no, not that, no!" 
Don Wagner, seeing the futility of begging for mercy wept and 
made his exit, planning to get even with Lance for this 
outrage.  The irony was completely lost on him that he was 
happy to indulge in all sorts of sex with other girls taken 
or bought from their parents as sex slaves in the past, but 
now it was his own daughters who were to learn about 
the lustful ways of the powerful Mr Paul Lance!

The troubled drug courier wept uncontrollably as he 
stood in the lift, imagining his three pretty daughters with 
the nasty Paul Lance's cock spearing their cute smooth slits.  
By the time he reached the car he knew what he was going to 
do ...

	+++++++++++

"Ah, Kylie, looking pretty as ever.  Come over here and 
stand in front of me where I can get a look at you."  The 
sleazy vice boss was oozing his famous charm once more - his 
threatening manner put back into its box until needed later.  
Kylie's gingham shift dress pressed against her slender 
girl's body as she walked across the huge living room 
towards him.  "You know that uniform is most becoming.  
You are starting to develop into a woman aren't you."

Kylie, not yet realising the peril she was in, was 
pleased at his compliment.  She smiled and thanked him.

"Kylie dear, I think your legs are particularly nice.  
It's a pity your dress covers up so much of them.  Lift it up 
a bit for me so I can see them." Kylie, standing three feet 
from Paul gripped the waist of her dress and lifted it, 
raising the hem up her thighs a couple of inches.

"No, more than that, I want to see all of your pretty 
legs my dear."  His eyes were fixed on her hem as she lifted 
it further, exposing the firm white flesh of her upper thighs 
to him.  He followed it up her legs until she stopped just 
short of her crotch.  

"No, no, that won't do girl, I want to see your legs!  
Now lift your dress up to your waist and stop messing about!"  
Kylie was so shocked at the way he spoke so suddenly, she 
didn't know what to do.  Luckily for her, logic prevailed and 
she didn't try to protest.  She lifted her hands up under her 
tiny budding breasts, and her dress exposed her w

hite panties to her father's boss.  They had ridden up 
into her young hairless crack a little, so the outline was 
plainly visible, a sight which fuelled Paul's lust.  He could 
also see a little spot of yellow in the crotch where a drop 
of piss had stained them.

He reached out and gently ran his hands up the outside 
of her legs from her knees to the legbands of her cotton 
school panties.  Then he ran them down the front, then back 
up the inside of her smooth young thighs.    He reached the 
point where her thighs touched, barring his progress towards 
her virginal slit, and he pressed outwards, silently commanding
her to spread her feet apart.

"Mr Lance, I don't think ... :"

"It's all right Kylie, your father said I could examine 
you and teach you some of the important lessons of being a 
woman.  You do want to be a woman don't you?" "Yes, Mr Lance, 
but ... "

"Well then, don't argue, what your father says is 
important.  He knows you're here, so he must want this to 
happen, don't you think?"  Kylie nodded and relaxed a little, 
although she was still very apprehensive.  He stroked her 
belly, feeling the way the cotton fabric clung close to her 
abdomen, then ran his hands around to her bottom.  The panties
had ridden up into her arsecrack a little too, and 
touched her there gently.

Then he put a hand right between her legs and felt her 
slit through the cotton gussett of her panties.  She was 
panting a little, betraying the beginnings of her arousal.

"Has anyone ever touched you here before, Kylie? Now be 
truthful, and you won't get into any trouble, I'm just trying 
to find out what you know already."

"Well, a few times Mr Lance.  Once, last christmas 
holidays when we were camping on the north coast.  I was 
swimming in the river alone and these boys grabbed me and 
pulled my bikini off.  They showed me their things and held 
me while they touched me.  But nothing else happened, I 
promise.  And a few times the boys from school have grabbed 
me in the alley on the way home from school and put their hands 
up my dress and touched me.  Once they even made me hold 
their things."

"That's OK Kylie, believe it or not, most girls learn 
about life like that.  It wasn't a very pleasant experience, 
was it?"

"No, it made me all wet and slippery down there."

"But, that's good, it means you're a normal girl.  But I 
mean to teach you how to enjoy that experience, and how it 
can be a lot of fun.  Would you like that?"  He was stroking 
her cunt outside her white panties quite firmly now, and 
rubbing her arse with his other hand.  She was showing some 
signs of arousal and Paul knew she was going to oblige him,
at least until it was too late to back out.

"I think the first thing we ought to do is get rid of 
the school uniform, don't you think?  Lift your dress over 
your head and take it off."  She stood in front of him 
dressed in just her panties and shoes and socks now.  Paul 
was getting very excited and his cock threatened to burst out 
of his pants.  He reached for the waistband of her panties
and pulled them slowly down.

He gasped as her little split came into view.  He had 
seen plenty of cunts in his time, but it never failed to 
excite him to see a new one for the first time, especially 
that of a 13 year old pre-pubescent virgin like Kylie. 

She stepped out of the crumpled white garment as it 
landed on the floor, and Paul decided he'd leave her shoes 
and socks on her.  He preferred her that way.  He asked her 
to move around the room for him, first walking, then running, 
then skipping, and he watched the way her arsecheeks moved 
and the tiny buds of her tits jiggled just enough.

"Your dad tells me you're a gymnast, Kylie, and rather 
good at that, is that true?" "I'm on the state team," she 
replied proudly.  She felt confident now, and wasn't trying 
to cover her nakedness.

Continued in part 2...