Roughly Ganged To Be Made

It was my initiation ceremony, finally I was becoming a fully made member of the New York mob. All the others stood round, dressed in suits, looking deadly serious as I took the oath of omerta-the mafia code of silence.

“Repeat after me”, said Tony-the boss of the family. “He who is deaf, blind and silent will live a hundred years in peace.”

I repeated the famous words. My heart was pounding at merely saying them. Tony continued, there was more to the oath it seemed.

“I am a dirty gangbang slut and my mouth, cunt, and ass are available to all at all times.”

Had I heard him right? Was this a joke? Was this actually part of the ceremony? Tony kept looking at me dead serious.

“Has the cat got your tongue?” Asked Sil. “The boss asked you to repeat after him.”

“I…I…”

“This is how things were done back in the old country”, said Paulie, “it was not very often that women got made in the mafia, but when they did the intitiation always involved a rough and hardcore gangbang where she got a good slapping and got done in every hole. Now get those clothes off.”

I could not believe it. These guys that I had done so many jobs with over the years were now asking me to spread my legs. I had not envisaged that being made would involve this, but who was I to question how things were done?

“Well”, said Tony, “are you going to take your fucking clothes off or not?”

What choice did I have? It was that or walk out of here and give up my life’s dream. When I thought about it, all I had to do was give them full use of my body for however long it took, and then I would be made for life.

I stripped of everything, then stood there naked in front of the four men, my clothes a pile on the floor, my tits, ass and cunt now on full view. They all walked around me in a circle, looking me up and down.

“Yeah”, said Tony, “nice round tits, a great ass and not a hair in sight on that snatch. Just how I like my women.”

Paulie nodded in agreement.

“If she ever wanted to be a stripper I could sure make money with her at the club. Most of my girls have pretty tight pussies on them, I’ve fucked them all, I bet Carmella here could fucking squeeze your dick like she loves you!”

The others laughed.

Tony then stopped in front of me and slapped me hard right across the face. I was so stunned I could only stand there as my cheek stung. He then grabbed me by the throat and spat right in my face.

“We don’t play gentle Carmella, we play rough, we are criminals after all. We are going to show you just how rough, and you need to be able to take it if you want to get made. Do you understand?”

“Y…yes I understand.”

“Good.”

Quick as a flash, he then spun me around and hooked my arms behind my back.

“Slap those tits boys, turn them fucking red.”

Sil and Kris took their places on either side of me, then gleefully raised those hands and took them down right down upon my creamy melons.

“Owwwwwwww!”

Two red hand marks were now implanted on each of my breasts. Those smacks had been hard. I liked to think I was a tough women, but that had hurt like hell. And they did not stop with just the one slap on each tit.

Hands that had done so many bad things to others were now abusing my sex flesh, slap, slap, slap.

“Oh yeah”, said Tony into my ear, “look at them go red. Is that your nipples getting hard you fucking whore? Ok, spread your legs so we can slap your cunt.”

I hesitated. Sil slapped me in the face.

“The boss of this family just gave you an order. Part your fucking legs so we can punish your cunt.”

I did as told, putting my feet at just past shoulder length apart, allowing Kris to then come up to me and take his hand right up and in between my thighs.

Whack!

“Aaaaaah!”

A hard palm right on my labia was even more painful than the ones on my tits.

Kris then kept slapping away, with sheer glee in his eyes, my cunt soon as red raw as my tits and tears streaming down my cheeks. They had not been lying when they had told me they were going to get rough. The others even did a little chant.

“Slap that cunt! Slap that cunt!”

And they were just getting started.

When the slapping was over, they produced a long piece of rope, swung it round a large beam on the ceiling, tied the end to my ankles, and then hoisted me up so that I was suspended upside down.

As the blood rushed to my head, I could see that each of them were undoing their belts.

“We all got big ones I can assure you”, said Tony, “there is a minimum size requirement if you want to be in the mob.”

They all laughed, but when they whipped out those flesh weapons, I could see he was not joking. None of them could have been less than eight inches, each was thick, veiny and drooling precum from the swollen and purple head. All four were so erect that I could see four sets of hairy and no doubt cum filled ball sacs.

My head was level with all those cocks. Tony strode forward and gabbed it, that huge boner bobbing up and down in my face.

“Time to get skull fucked Carmella. Open wide.”