Don Vincent Mantua was young to be overall boss of one off the largest mafia families on the east coast; he'd taken control at the age of 38. Born with a ruthless streak like none had seen before, Vincent had killed his first man at the age of 12. When the old Godfather, Vincent's uncle, had died in suspicious circumstances everyone thought it best that Vincent take over. Certainly, that was the healthiest decision for all concerned. Apart from a lack of feeling when it came to killing, Don Mantua was noted for his unrelenting pursuit of sexual pleasure. On a slow day he might only fuck two or three girls; when he was feeling horny the count could be anyone's guess. Over the years Vincent had fucked everything that moved, young and old, fat and thin, beautiful and ugly, but what he preferred was young. The younger the better.

Vincent sat on the edge of the bed, the little 7 year old girl standing between his knees. She was just the type of girl he loved, long black hair, dark eyes that seemed deep enough to dive into, and a pale slim body. The girl looked like a younger version of Vincent's mother, something he had not admitted, even to himself. Stroking the glossy hair of the little girl, he ran his hands down over her bony shoulders and to the front of her dress. Her chest was flat and smooth, bringing a catch to Vincent's throat. His hands moved to the neck of the plain cotton dress and gripped the material. With a sudden jerk he ripped open the dress, tiny white buttons popping off and flying across the room. The little girl sobbed and dropped her head, a single tear running down her milky white cheek to hang like a glistening drop of dew from her chin. Vincent roughly grasped a tiny nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted it painfully. The little girl cried out once but then bit her lip, instinctively knowing that cries would spur her tormentor on to worse things. Gripping the waiflike 7 year old tightly, Vincent pulled her towards him and kissed her roughly. He forced his tongue between her delicate lips and thrust back and forth in a parody of the sex act. Pulling back from the young girl's face he raked her with his eyes. Vincent picked the girl up and threw her onto the bed; he grabbed the material of her open dress and tore it from her body, leaving the girl lying there in just her plain cotton panties. Vincent took a hold of the flimsy material and pulled the white knickers down the little girl's legs. She covered her crotch with her hands but Vincent slapped them away so that he could stare at her bald pussy.

Danny pulled harder on his cock as he watched his boss violating the little girl. She looked so vulnerable, about the same age as his own daughter. Danny would never do anything to hurt Gilda; he'd managed to keep her safely hidden away from the Don; but the sight of the little girl being raped turned him on unbelievably.....(cont)